Chapter 1831: Divide, Surround, Devour

"Hold on here, don't retreat! Stop Russia here"

Swoosh——

Crack——

Boom——

The piercing and sharp sound of the bullet whistling through the air was accompanied by a dull sound of breaking flesh and skull, and finally ended with the body of an SS officer with half of his head blown off, lying face up and falling to the ground, ending his sinful life.

The power of the 7mm DShK machine gun bullet is indeed amazing. This kind of large-caliber heavy machine gun ammunition that can't even withstand light armor and can be easily broken, once it hits the flesh and blood, the result is simply "unbearable to watch".

The entire upper part of the head, along with the military cap, was blown off. The SS officer's body, which fell to the ground, was still twitching with his legs and hands, but the head, which had been missing for more than half, had already lost all its life. Only the lower part of the head below the bridge of the nose was still connected to the body, and it was still spurting out blood that had not yet flowed out.

"Enlit is dead! The Russians' offensive is too fierce. We can't die here in vain! We can't stay here any longer!"

For the SS Division, which spent most of the 365 days of the year rolling in the blood pool of the most intense battles on the front line. It is no longer a rare thing for grassroots officers to suddenly die in battle. Once there is a big battle to be fought, the survival rate of grassroots officers is not much better than that of ordinary soldiers. It is often the case that the veterans are not dead yet, but the superiors die first.

After the company commander was shot by a Russian heavy machine gun bullet that flew from nowhere and had half of his head blown off, the soldiers of the SS hiding in the low-lying lowlands finally realized that this place was really undefendable.

Even if the armored forces were to be dispatched to support them now, it would be impossible. The only strategic buffer had already been devoured by the Russian steel monsters that were advancing rapidly.

At present, there was no other choice but to retreat and reorganize the defense. At least this was the most military valuable and meaningful choice.

But where to retreat? Where to stop and start organizing defense and resist the Russian attack was another problem that most SS soldiers didn't know and had no time to think about.

"Hey, where are you going to take your people to retreat? There is a station behind us. Do you think that place can withstand the charge of the Russian steel monster? That broken wall can even knock down an armored vehicle, not to mention a heavy tank!"

Some things have to be said, and the more critical the moment, the more you have to say it, otherwise you may not even have the chance to say it in the end.

When the deputy company commander who was about to lead his people to retreat heard this, he immediately turned his head and glanced at the platoon leader who was grabbing his sleeve and asking loudly. The other party's impatient and short-lived expression did not seem to be joking.

"No matter where you retreat, even if you really retreat into the station, you must not stay here any longer! Do you want to continue talking nonsense with me, or act quickly before the Russian tanks crush you into meat paste? We are not running away, just changing to a place where we can keep our lives and continue fighting. We can't beat the Russians if we die so quickly."

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I wanted to refute and say something, but I couldn't think of how to start for a while.

That is, when the platoon leader was hesitating whether to retreat with the deputy company commander and temporarily avoid the aggressive offensive momentum of the Russians, who were like man-eating beasts, and were about to make a decision.

A panicked and hasty rifleman rolled into the lowland and came to the two officers. Before he could completely get up from the unlucky posture of almost falling down, he spoke hastily.

"General Hermann has ordered that all peripheral blocking troops retreat immediately! Retreat to the station to reorganize defense! Frontline troops take turns to cover the retreat and execute according to the reserve plan! Immediately!"

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The order to retreat was officially issued and conveyed, just when the deputy company commander and the platoon leader who temporarily took over the command seemed to have difficulty reaching a consensus.

After hearing this, the two who were arguing just now looked at each other, and seeing each other's faces and expressions, it seemed that they had reached a consensus.

The Russian steel war machine roared and roared not far from the ear and was getting closer and closer. The whistling shells and bullets were accompanied by the violent explosions. There was no doubt that staying in this ghost place for even one more second might cost you your life.

There was no other way, no other choice. Retreat had become the only feasible way out at the moment, and it had to be "immediate".

Under the premise of being caught off guard by the sudden attack, it was actually difficult for the outer infantry units of the SKULL Division to organize a unified and effective command at this moment. So much so that even Hermann's order to "alternate cover and orderly retreat" had now become a difficult order to execute.

The pre-war reconnaissance conducted in advance provided Malashenko with sufficient and reliable enemy deployment intelligence. After knowing that the German armored forces were all left in the south and the German infantry stationed in the north had no reliable position shelters, Malashenko's decisive order of "cutting and encircling the enemy infantry to the maximum extent" at that time finally showed results.

The first to retreat were naturally the infantry units of the SS Division deployed in the rear, closest to the station behind them, but at the same time, they had to watch their comrades fighting bloody battles in the front being divided, surrounded, and swallowed up by the rolling Russian steel torrent and accompanying infantry.

These two-legged infantrymen of the Skeleton Division had no chance of escape in front of the steel tracks that were rolling like a meat grinder.

The Russian steel torrent was like a red-hot machete, which could easily cut through any infantry unit it touched like cutting a cream cake, without any suspense.

The clumps of lumps of infantrymen of the Skeleton Division that were cut off in the middle had no time to retreat, and would be swallowed up and drowned by the Russian infantrymen following closely behind their own tanks.

They had just been ridden on the face by the tanks and had not recovered yet, and then a group of Russian infantrymen who were shouting "Ura" swarmed in. Before they could fight the Russian infantry for two rounds, the Russian heavy tank unit that rushed from the other side direction ran over their faces again, and as usual, a large group of Russian infantrymen who were shouting and screaming followed closely behind them.

Such a fast-paced, non-stop cutting tactic was not something that the Wehrmacht could resist, not even the top elite SS troops like the Death's Head Division could do anything about it. It was like facing absolute strength, no matter how hard you racked your brains, there would be no good results, and it would be a waste of effort.