Chapter 125: Strangling Yelnia (VII) (Revised)

The close-range brutal hand-to-hand combat in close combat is the exclusive battlefield for infantrymen. In this kind of "gang fight" battlefield with tens of thousands of people facing each other, nose to nose, and even punching and kicking, Malashenko, who has already driven the tank to the German position, can't help his friendly forces too much.

A 76mm grenade can ensure that there is no one or animal left within a radius of 20 meters. Even if the vehicle-mounted 62mm DT light machine gun is used to sweep the German army, it is very likely to hurt friendly forces.

In his position as the commander, looking at the two armies of infantry in front of him who have been wrestling with each other and completely messed up, Malashenko, holding the commander's periscope with a helpless look on his face, can be said to be powerless.

"All crews stay in place and stand by! It is forbidden to fire without the possibility of hurting friendly forces. Only cautious firing is allowed without hurting friendly forces."

When Malashenko, who commanded his independent first heavy tank breakthrough battalion, issued such an order in the battalion-level radio communication channel. In the infantry trench where blood and knife lights kept flashing, Ernst Bachmann, whose eyes were red from killing, was resisting the Soviet troops surrounding him from all sides with several SS soldiers beside him.

After firing all the MP38 submachine guns in his hands and the four magazines he carried with him, he realized that this kind of full-automatic firepower was not enough to support the cruel and long-lasting close-range hand-to-hand combat. Bachmann, who had thrown away the MP38 submachine gun with smoking and hot barrels in his hands, immediately picked up a Mauser 98K rifle with a bayonet from under a corpse beside him and held it in his hands.

The three SS soldiers leaning against each other back to back all held Mauser 98K rifles with bayonets in their hands, and looked at the Soviet infantry surrounding them from all sides with vigilance. Emphasizing the firepower output capability of the infantry squad does not mean that the hand-to-hand combat and close combat capabilities of the German infantry are very poor. On the contrary, the close combat capabilities of the SS, which was armed with fanatical fighting will after applying the standard military training of the Wehrmacht, can be imagined.

The mutual hatred between the eyes finally led to a final long roar after a few seconds.

The Soviet infantry holding the bayonet Mosin-Nagant took the lead in charging the three surrounded SS with an absolute numerical advantage. The three SS soldiers, whose breathing had begun to become a little rapid, were still able to barely remain calm in the face of danger. The famous Leopard King in later generations began to fight for his life as an infantryman with his comrades beside him.

Frankly speaking, although Ernst Bachmann, who officially joined the Waffen SS in 1936, was young, he was still a veteran with relatively rich practical experience.

Having served as a rifleman, machine gunner, and now a submachine gunner, Bachman is familiar with almost all kinds of German infantry standard light weapons. He picked up the Mauser 98K rifle that he had not seen for a long time. The familiar feeling of returning to the state quickly drove Bachman to hold the bloody gun body with both hands and thrust forward fiercely.

In the close-range hand-to-hand combat, Bachman, who was on the defensive side and did not need to consider the running action under his feet, undoubtedly had the first move in attack. After the distance of the front body of his arms, the tip of the bayonet under the Mauser 98K rifle was inserted into the throat of the Soviet infantryman who had not yet stopped.

The precise timing of the attack made the Soviet soldier who was stabbed in the vitals not even have time to raise his gun to fight back. The bayonet instantly pierced through the spine of the throat due to the inertia of the body running forward. The Soviet infantryman whose spinal nerves were pierced immediately lost control of his body and fell on his back with blood gushing out of his throat.

Buckman, whose face was sprayed with hot blood from his throat, had no time to wipe the blood off his face. Although it was a little difficult, Buckman still pulled out the bayonet blade stuck in his spine.

The supreme principle of cold weapons in close-range hand-to-hand combat that "an inch longer is an inch stronger" is not groundless. Buckman, who is well aware of this, will never give up the bayonet 98K rifle in his hand until the critical moment. The German engineer shovel, which is more than half shorter than the Soviet bayonet Mosin-Nagant rifle, can't take any advantage in this situation.

The three SS soldiers standing together in a back-to-back mutual protection posture all killed the enemy closest to them with one shot.

But the repeated process of stabbing and pulling the bayonet rifle undoubtedly takes time, and this seemingly insignificant time is enough for other Soviet infantrymen who surrounded them at the same time.

Puff——

The numbing sound of the bayonet entering the flesh was like a fingernail scratching a blackboard in Bachman's ears. A SS soldier leaning against the right side of Bachman's back was the first to be hit by the Soviet infantry. After the Soviet infantryman thrust the bayonet into the invader's chest, he was still not satisfied. His angry and hateful expression immediately prompted him to hold the gun tightly with both hands and cut the bayonet through the SS's chest.

The bayonet cut through the most vulnerable part of the chest along the center of the ribs. The SS infantryman, whose many organs including the stomach and liver were cut in half, immediately fell to the ground with a painful expression on his face. The blue-gray intestines mixed with blood flowed out of the wound like a butcher shop that was overturned and spilled all over the ground.

After a successful attack, the Soviet infantry picked up the bloody bayonet of the Mosin-Nagant rifle, turned the gun back and prepared to pursue the victory and give a fatal blow to Bachman, who had completely exposed his back and exposed his weakness.

But at this moment, the SS infantryman who should have been dead for sure struggled with the last bit of strength that failed to kill him on the spot, dragged his intestines all over the ground and rushed forward to hug the legs of the Soviet infantryman.

"Bachmann! You idiot! Behind, behind! Kill this Ivan!"

Bachmann, who had just come to his senses after pulling out his bayonet, turned his head and turned around immediately when he heard the screams of his comrades behind him. The bloody bayonet in his hand was almost subconsciously thrust forward.

Da da da da——

A crisp sound of submachine guns suddenly sounded almost at the same time as the sound of the bayonet in Bachmann's hand entering the flesh. After realizing that the friendly forces were surrounded, the Wehrmacht of the Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment of an entire infantry squad immediately rushed forward to support them. The last few half-full submachine gun magazines, which were already few in number, were almost all poured into the Soviet soldiers who were surrounded and forward without any hesitation.

Looking at the middle-aged SS veteran at his feet who had exhausted his last bit of strength and died, the bloody face who had extended his hand to offer him a cigarette an hour ago seemed so familiar to the panting Bachmann.