Chapter 1176 The Last Line of Defense

The PPSh submachine gun is an extremely effective close-combat weapon, and no one who has used it would say that it is bad.

Not only the Soviets themselves use it, but the Germans will also throw away their MP40s to get a taste of it if they pick up such a weapon. Even in the 21st century Middle East battlefield, you can still see this veteran active on the front line, and continue the love-hate relationship of the 21st century with the STG44 in the sandy Middle East.

However, nothing in this world is perfect, even the PPSh that is so good is the same.

The fierce battle lasted for a while, and Major Varosha once again used up all the PPSh ammunition he had just replenished. The two spare full-loaded drums hanging on his buttocks and the drum that was ready to fire on the gun are now empty, without a single round.

After the previous moments of danger, the guard platoon leader who was responsible for Major Valosha's personal security would never let the battalion commander run around on the battlefield. Even if you have no bullets in your gun and you use the excuse of going to pick up a gun, it won't work. Unless you shoot me, don't think about running around. This is the order given to me by the brigade commander.

Major Valosha, who was really unable to get out of his way, had no choice but to find a German MG42 general-purpose machine gun and use it as a submachine gun when the gun in his hand had become a fire stick.

To be honest, from a grassroots Red Army soldier to his current position, Major Valosha, who has grown up in the flames of war, can be regarded as a person who is proficient in light weapons.

There are many kinds of weapons seen on the battlefield, and there are many light weapons with good performance and characteristics, but Major Valosha only likes this new German machine gun.

This thing looks unremarkable, like a stick, but the fierce firepower once the trigger is pulled is simply astonishing!

The gas valve is adjusted to the maximum rate of fire of 1200 per minute, which can only be described as crazy. When Major Valosha first used this machine gun, he was not used to saving ammunition. Basically, pulling the trigger once was equivalent to changing a belt. It was not until he became familiar with the performance that he learned to save a little bit, and realized that the German machine gun was to pull the trigger lightly and shoot.

However, this time, Major Valosha, who "Taobao" among the weapons dropped everywhere on the battlefield, was obviously lucky.

Now, the MG42 picked up by Major Valosha is a bit special. This is a special anti-aircraft MG42 general-purpose machine gun that has been specially modified and is different from the ordinary MG42 on the front line.

There are not many features, a total of two.

One is to increase the maximum rate of fire to 1,500 rounds per minute through the gas valve adjustment, and the other is to install a parallel double drum feeder for continuous fire output, which is modified from the German Air Force's aircraft machine gun. The shape is a bit similar to a certain male organ. Some funny German soldiers gave this unique feeder an elegant nickname: "Double Eggs".

Major Valosha, who was holding this thing in his hand, opened the bipod and was able to set it on the edge of the trench to vent his firepower. The gunshots were even crazier than the common cloth tearing machine, as if the whole ear no longer belonged to this world and could no longer hear any other sounds.

Major Valosha didn't hear anyone calling him from behind while the shells were flying and spewing wildly, until he was suddenly hit on the buttocks and kicked by someone, and suddenly turned around with a confused and slightly annoyed expression.

"Comrade Brigade Commander!? Why are you here?"

Major Valosha was surprised to see the familiar figure in front of him, which turned out to be Malashenko. He threw away his anger and was more concerned about why the brigade commander did not stay in the tank but came to him.

"You ask me? I want to ask you why you don't command the battle properly, but become a machine gunner instead. Is this what you should do?"

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After Malashenko said this, Major Valosha felt that it made sense. He was indeed a little selfless when playing with the German machine gun.

Mashenko looked up at the situation outside the trench and looked at both sides. He found that the SS infantrymen who were surrounding and rushing in from the front and the two wings were encircling and rushing in a crescent shape, and were eating away at the last few remaining positions bit by bit. The range visible to the naked eye was full of scenes of soldiers fighting desperately with the enemy, and the submachine guns and bayonets were killing almost at the same time.

Major Valosha was just using the broken German gun in his hand to suppress the SS infantry who tried to rush over from the front. Malashenko, who had retracted his head back into the trench, immediately faced Major Valosha and spoke in a serious tone.

"Call the comrades to retreat quickly and get closer to the core of the village! The deputy brigade commander and his men have been forced there by the Germans. If they move closer, at least the defense range can be reduced a little. If they continue to fight like this, they will soon be eaten up by the Germans!"

Holding the will to die in battle does not mean that you have to actively seek death. Whenever there is a choice other than death, Malashenko will choose to try it and try to hold on until the reinforcements arrive. Retreating to the core area of ​​the village for a last-ditch effort is the only last option left.

"I understand, Comrade Brigade Commander, but your tank..."

Major Valosha seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if he had vaguely guessed the result but seemed to feel that it was not convenient to say it, or he didn't know how to speak in a proper way. Corresponding to this was Malashenko's straightforward answer without thinking.

"The tracks are broken, destroyed by the Germans! Call the comrades to retreat immediately, remember to proceed in an orderly manner, don't mess around! Hurry up!"

"Yes!"

42 minutes after the general offensive officially started, Malashenko, who led the troops to fight the enemy to the death, finally couldn't hold on. He had no choice but to lead the few remaining troops to slowly retreat to the last line of defense: the core area of ​​the village.

The SS, who had completely torn their faces, had no intention of suspending the offensive. Counting the time wasted in the previous negotiations and persuading surrender, the SS's time hourglass was running out. It was necessary to speed up to completely wipe out the last enemy who was resisting stubbornly.

The SS chased all the way behind, while Malashenko commanded the troops to fight and retreat. The few tanks kept firing in reverse, repelling the enemy's armored forces approaching again and again.

Under the relentless pursuit of shells and bullets, they retreated all the way to the edge of the core area of ​​the village, and then Malashenko entered the position with the help of friendly forces that had already deployed and started fighting there.

"Where is Deputy Brigade Commander Lavrinenko now? Where is Comrade Political Commissar? And how are the other people in the brigade now!?"

Malashenko grabbed a familiar-looking captain and asked repeatedly. The captain in charge of the brigade guard had been smoked black and bloodstained in the brutal battle. Even his hands that were used to hold the weapon were wrapped in bandages and oozing with blood, but even so, he still led the few soldiers around him to fight.

"Comrade Deputy Brigade Commander is commanding the battle in the east, and Comrade Political Commissar is also there! Comrade Chief of Staff is seriously injured, the communications director and several staff officers were killed, and the small house in the brigade was directly hit by the German mortar shells! This is the situation, Comrade Brigade Commander, please give me an order!"