Chapter 1832: Life and Death Enemies

The classic truth that a friend dies but the poor sage dies is fulfilled again at this moment.

The SS infantry deployed in the rear, who are already in a difficult situation, have no chance and no possibility to rescue their comrades in arms who are right in front of them and pull them out of the dire situation.

It’s not that these infantrymen of the SS Division who retreated first don’t want to, but anyone with a discerning eye can see the current situation clearly. The Russians’ sausage-cutting tactics are obviously aimed at their SS Division, knowing that they have no defensive positions available, lack heavy anti-tank weapons, and no armored support.

In addition, the Russians on the opposite side have performed almost everything from artillery preparation to attack, and all kinds of tactical coordination have been done vividly.

The overall offensive is fierce and sharp, as fast as thunder, and with such good equipment, this must not be a group of Russian troops that can be pulled out of the roadside to keep pace with them, but an elite force with extremely rich combat experience.

If there were strong armored forces to support them, they could immediately organize a counterattack and fight back, and there might be a small chance of rescuing friendly forces.

But if you want to use a group of infantry to rescue another group of infantry surrounded by armored forces, I'm sorry, you can't do that. Moreover, there is no complex terrain for infantry to rely on, and it is a bare grassland that is the most advantageous home field for armored forces.

If they dare to fight back to save people, it would be like an egg hitting a stone, just looking for death.

Rather than putting all the troops in and dying together, it is better to let those who have a chance to escape retreat first. It is better to save as much as possible and do the best than to lose all the infantry scattered on the north and northeast periphery of the station.

For Hermann, who holds the command power and is responsible for the overall situation, the current situation is indeed the same.

Standing at a hidden observation point in the station with binoculars in hand, he looked at the battlefield scene not too far away. Hermann never expected that he would meet such a group of Russians who looked "absurdly strong" in such a strange and unrelated place.

Apart from other things, the combat power shown by these Russians in just a few minutes has almost refreshed Hermann's past cognition.

"These Russians are very wrong. Where did they come from? Why do they always feel familiar?"

In the battles that the SS Division has fought against countless elite Soviet Guards troops since it went to the Eastern Front, it has rarely lost. There are not a few Soviet Guards troops that were defeated by the SS Division alone. Logically speaking, no matter how powerful the Soviet Guards troops were, they would not give Hermann this inexplicable weird feeling.

Hermann, who spent several seconds trying to sort out the clues with a telescope in his hand, could not find a possibility or result that satisfied him. He could only attribute the biggest possibility to his "battlefield intuition" while slowly shaking his head.

As for whether this battlefield intuition was correct, Hermann himself couldn't tell, but he subconsciously raised the telescope in his hand to take a closer look.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but the scene you see with your naked eyes after raising the telescope almost made Hermann's jaw drop on the spot.

"That, that is!?"

The huge red five-pointed star was painted as the background color, and a white bear head with fangs and ferocious bloody mouth bit the Iron Cross medal in its mouth into pieces.

This Soviet army emblem seemed familiar, Hermann was sure that he had seen it before, and more than once, leaving a deep impression that he would probably never forget in his life.

If you ask when he first saw this Soviet army emblem, Hermann can answer it immediately.

It was when he received a transfer order from Berlin to the front in 1943 and took over the Death's Head Division, which had just experienced a major defeat at Prokhorovka and was in low morale, as the new division commander. The first time he saw such a Soviet army emblem was in the post-war summary report of the Death's Head Division.

"It is them, there is no mistake! The Russian Guards Tank Division that refused to surrender in Prokhorovka!"

The Soviet army units that could defeat the Death's Head Division alone in a frontal battle or make the Death's Head Division suffer a setback are rare. The successive division commanders of the Death's Head Division knew the numbers of each Soviet army unit that could do this well, and they could recite them by heart. They would never forget them until they were transferred from the position of division commander and passed this "revenge list" to the next one who took over.

The honor lost on the battlefield must be regained on the battlefield. Those Russian troops that failed to make the Death's Head Division win must be avenged whenever they have the opportunity to meet in the future. Only by doing so can they be the best shot in the arm to boost the morale of the troops.

Regardless of what the previous division commanders thought, at least Hermann himself was determined to do so.

However, when the number one, most powerful and most terrifying opponent on the "Revenge List" appeared in front of him in such an unexpected and unexpected way, Hermann, who had recovered from the huge shock of the truth, was a little dazed and absent-minded.

The current Skeleton Division is at most 60% of its full strength, and this was before the Russians who attacked it without martial ethics. As for the current situation, it can only be said to be worse.

The continuous fierce battles in the past few days have greatly worn down the spirit, technical equipment, and manpower of the Death's Head Division. It's like a swordsman with superb sword skills who has been exhausted and exhausted after several rounds of fighting, but suddenly finds that the old opponent who once defeated him suddenly appears and kills him with a sharp sword.

Hermann has no thoughts of revenge at all. The current strength and state of the Death's Head Division are not worth thinking about. Such a powerful opponent is definitely not something that can be faced now. Instead, how to survive the fierce attack of this group of the most terrible Russian lunatics has become the most fatal problem.

The third-rate lieutenant colonel of the Wehrmacht just said that there is no Wehrmacht field force or reserve force available for reinforcement nearby. As far as he knows, the only organized field force of the Waffen SS in the area is the Death's Head Division. In other words, his colleagues are unlikely to come to help their brothers.

There are evil enemies in front and no reinforcements behind.

What the hell should he do? Is there really nothing left but waiting to die! ?

Hermann, with his hands behind his back and a telescope hanging on his chest, was walking around the room like a headless fly, and the adjutant on standby was confused but did not dare to interrupt.

Suddenly, Hermann stopped walking as if the string of a kite was broken, and the answer seemed to be in his eyes that flashed with a fierce light but was not easy to detect.

"I have an idea!"