Chapter 1398 Misfortunes Never Come Alone

"Comrade regiment commander, did you see it all?"

"Ah, I saw it. Those Germans were beaten like beans. I have never seen them lose so quickly, never."

Varosha told the battalion commander that he would never leave the front line and command in the rear easily. He had never done so in the past, and he would not do it now. ˜"*°•.˜˜.•°*"˜

And Valosha was not only daring to say it, but also daring to do it in practice. He continued to stay in the front-line command post where the Germans had thrown grenades not long ago, holding a telescope and standing with his political commissar partner.

Varosha could clearly see the miserable appearance of those Germans who were rushed by the combat engineer battalion like pigs running away in all directions.

The soldiers holding the new assault rifles were like creditors who came to collect debts. They held the "debt collection tools" in their hands and shot desperately at the enemies who were fleeing madly, but the debt had to be repaid with life instead of money.

The German army, which was defeated after just one round of fighting, could not hold on any longer!

Strictly speaking, this cannot be blamed on the German army's lack of firepower or lack of strong fighting will. In this era when automatic rifles are far from being popularized, an old-fashioned army that still uses single-shot bolt-action rifles is facing an elite army that is equipped with automatic rifles and bulletproof protective gear that can resist submachine guns in a close-range battle.

What will be the result of a battle based on such equipment comparison? Even a fool with a poor brain can guess it! The German army, who were almost stunned, only felt that the Russians on the opposite side were like gods descending from heaven, and the fire sticks in their hands were even more powerful than machine guns.

What? You said you still want to fight hand-to-hand at this time?

Fighting a fart! Are you not dying fast enough in hand-to-hand combat against automatic firepower? The wind is strong and you are crying!

The combat engineer battalion that had just rushed into the battlefield to support rushed to the front at once. Seeing the Germans being defeated and retreating at an alarming speed, the ordinary battalion soldiers all stared with their eyes wide open, almost unable to believe it.

Good fellow, the Germans that we fought hard to stop for a long time were just defeated by such a small number of you.

Not to mention the weapons in their hands, which were as powerful as machine guns in everyone's hands, even the clothes they wore were the type that we couldn't envy. We wore rags while they wore steel plates. The bullets hit them with sparks and could not penetrate the flesh at all. It would be outrageous if the Germans could still resist them.

"Comrades from the combat engineer battalion are here to support us! Destroy the German fascists, Ura!!!"

The offensive and defensive reversal on the battlefield sometimes happens in the blink of an eye. The Red Army, which was struggling to resist the German infantry charge a moment ago, suddenly turned from defense to offense. Under the command of the battalion commanders, they rushed out of their respective combat positions, followed closely behind their own combat engineer battalions, and bit the Germans' tails and chased them directly.

Seeing such a scene clearly through the binoculars in his hand, Valosha, who finally looked relieved, managed to squeeze out a smile.

"Are you still worried about the task assigned to you by the division commander?"

Just like the relationship between Malashenko and Petrov, Valosha and his partner, the political commissar, are also very close comrades and comrades, and they have long reached the point of talking about everything.

So Valosha told his partner, the political commissar, about the task assigned to him by Malashenko to prove the practical value of the new assault rifle and revealed the relevant details. The political commissar, who had guessed Varosha's psychological changes at this moment, simply blurted out the question without hiding it.

"How can I not worry? Just look at the battle of the combat engineer battalion just now. Almost everyone's new guns were running and firing all the way, and they kept firing."

"Before, I thought that if we could quickly get rid of this group of enemies, maybe our ammunition reserves could fight another low-intensity battle. Now it seems that I thought too much and really underestimated the firing rate of this new assault rifle. After this battle, I would be happy if there were still a few hundred rounds of bullets left. This is our entire ammunition reserve, and there is no more extra."

The new assault rifle is very fierce and can be called a battlefield artifact. For everyone who has seen this thing firing and roaring on the shooting range, this is obviously well known and there is no need to say more.

The problem is that the bullets of this new thing are not compatible with any previous light weapons ammunition. They are longer than submachine gun bullets, shorter than rifle and machine gun bullets, and have pointed tips. In the words of the division commander, the scientific name of this thing is "intermediate power rifle bullets", which are truly exclusive new ammunition that comes with the new assault rifle.

For some reasons that even Varosha doesn't know, this new intermediate power rifle bullet is pitifully scarce.

The ammunition delivered with the new gun is only enough to sustain a high-intensity battle consumption. If it is a particularly large battle that drags on for a little longer, there may not be enough ammunition.

In addition, Malashenko solemnly told Varosha to make good use of these bullets and pick a battle that can prove the new assault rifle. This is the only chance.

Unless the actual combat value of the new assault rifle can be proved, it is very likely that there will be no more ammunition supply in the future, and these new guns will naturally become useless firewood sticks.

Such a situation has put Valosha under great pressure, unprecedentedly. Even after witnessing this one-sided and overwhelming battle, Valosha is still not sure whether this can satisfy the division commander and be regarded as a battle that can prove its actual combat value.

This kind of thing cannot be said by oneself. The final answer can only be obtained after the division commander personally reviews it and gives his evaluation.

Valosha was as nervous as a child who had just finished an exam. He really didn't know how his test results would be. The political commissar who could see this situation asked the question just now.

"In fact, I think this battle was fought very well. Look, the Germans were beaten so hard that they could only run away without looking back. If they were a step slower, they would be killed by our soldiers. Unless they can get reinforcements, we will win this battle. You can even see these Germans raise their hands and surrender in a while."

Weird things always happen at the most unexpected moment. This truth is not only applicable to the distant future of the 21st century, but also very applicable in the present 1944.

For example, the German reinforcements I just mentioned