Chapter 1838 Nightmare Echoes

Will the assault team consisting of two squads succeed?

Alsim was not sure in his mind, he could only say that he "hoped for success". Even if he failed, it was expected, but he hoped that there would not be too many casualties and losses that were unbearable, and he could just withdraw.

The Red Army soldiers who were suppressed by the dense firepower behind the load-bearing pillars were still struggling to hold on. The wounded soldiers who fell to the ground and bled profusely fell to the ground with hideous faces in pain, but they still gritted their teeth and persisted, never wailing and calling for help. All they thought about was a simple idea of ​​"We can't let the Germans look down on us and laugh at us".

It seemed to be a deliberate joke, or it was purely to release the twisted desire of morbid torture.

The SS soldiers who had powerful firepower in their hands that was enough to shoot the wounded at any time did not take action, but turned their guns to those enemies who could still fight and were not injured, and fired intensively with crazy firepower regardless of ammunition consumption, and even those Russians who occasionally showed their heads and shot from the entrance of the waiting hall were included in the target.

As for those Russians who have already fallen, it seems better to let them slowly and painfully bleed dry and die in the despairing cold.

The miserable state of the injured comrades made the soldiers at the entrance of the waiting hall anxious and angry, and they wanted to rush in and fight the German fascists with a "Ura" immediately.

Injure a prey, let him bleed, let him suffer, let him call for help from his companions, and then set a trap to wait for more companions who come to save him.

The principle is simple, and it is also so easy to understand in the battle between infantry. Even if it is better to provoke the opponent to go into a rampage state than to let him keep a rational and calm fight.

No matter how bad the situation is, it is still beneficial. Such a disgusting tactic that was casually used between gestures has made Alsim realize what kind of people he is facing.

This is a group of twisted scum who have no ethics or rules at all. Of course, such things are not uncommon on the battlefield of the Great Patriotic War, especially in Stalingrad, where all kinds of insidious and dirty routines can be seen everywhere.

But there is no doubt that the Germans did achieve one of their expected goals: to anger the Russians on the opposite side, but it was not to the extent that people like Alsim would lose their minds and go crazy on the spot. This is a kind of calm anger.

Without any actual orders, none of the soldiers staying outside the waiting hall acted on their own, and no one acted rashly to rescue the injured comrades. The consequences of irrational behavior that will not only harm oneself but also harm comrades are obvious. Everyone is holding back the anger in their hearts and waiting for the moment of revenge.

"Hurry up, hurry up and fire! Hurry up!"

Alsim, holding the AK tightly in his hand, leaned against the wall and waited for the moment when the German suddenly fired a gun behind him. If this expected situation did not happen or arrived in time, Alsim, who could not learn the situation over there in time, might really have to resort to some "worst measures" that he had no choice but to do.

He did not have so much time to continue to be held at the door of the waiting hall by the German. The longer the time dragged, the more disadvantageous it would be for his mission. No one knew whether the German was busy loading explosives on the treasures in the station at this moment, intending to blow them all up and not let them return to their original owners. The most evil robbers and murderers in the world would never listen to the slightest reason.

Just when Alsim, who kept muttering in his heart that he should fire the gun quickly, was about to lose control and was about to take action, a sudden burst of gunfire suddenly sounded from inside the waiting hall. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

"Russians! The Russians are behind us! How did they get around?!"

"Shoot, shoot, shoot! Shoot them back!"

"Machine guns this way, turn around! Hurry up!!!"

Inside the waiting hall, where only gunshots were heard just now, there were suddenly bursts of screams and roars from the Germans gathered. The chaotic German screams were like a cat with its tail stepped on. If the Germans hadn't encountered some surprises, I'm afraid there would be no such sudden 180-degree turn.

When this long series of dense and familiar gunshots, which were obviously different from the German light weapons, came into his ears from the far end of the waiting hall, Alsim, who realized that the moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived, immediately waved his hands and raised his arms to shout.

"For the motherland, charge!!! Ura!!!"

Ura-Ra——

There are many kinds of horrible things on the battlefield, but for the Germans in Stalingrad at that time, the most horrible things can be roughly summarized into two things: one is that the Russians hiding behind the bunkers, whose exact number of troops is unknown, suddenly shouted Ura collectively, and the other is that they were surrounded by Russians who suddenly appeared from nowhere.

This is not Stalingrad, but these two things that the German army in Stalingrad feared the most were put together by the extremely unlucky infantrymen of the SS Division and ran into them all at once.

It was too late to deal with the Russians who jumped out from behind, and they were caught off guard. Before they had time to turn the direction of firepower, the soldiers of the SS Division targeting these Russians heard that the Russians who were originally entrenched at the door of the waiting hall and were suppressed by firepower and could not move forward, almost at the same time, played the last horn of the total.

This is the most fucking real scene of having wolves in front and tigers behind. The SS, who have a lot of troops on hand, are forced to start a two-front firefight. They draw a small part of their troops to block and push away the small group of enemies that appear behind them, and then block the enemy's large force outside the defense line, and never let them cross a step.

To say that this idea is good, this is basically the best tactic that can be used in the current bad situation. The bastards of the SKULL Division entrenched in the waiting hall do have enough troops and stubborn morale to support them.

But there is a crucial factor that is easily overlooked. Once the group of Russians who were originally suppressed by firepower rush into the waiting hall and start firepower, can the frontal firepower and defense of the SKULL Division infantry be able to suppress and resist?

The answer to the question was soon revealed. The weight of the scale of victory was not thrown to the Germans this time.

Alsim, who was full of anger, took advantage of the firepower gap caused by the German army being caught off guard, and in less than half a minute, he led two platoons of his men into the waiting hall.

The combat engineers, who had already prepared their weapons and thought about how to deal with these Nazi beasts, used their killing moves and opened fire at full power. The iron fists captured from the Germans in their hands kept firing, and the explosions that followed one after another in the waiting hall were more exciting than the firecrackers in the country on New Year's Eve.

Soon, the infantrymen of the Skeleton Division were extremely surprised to find that the Russians who rushed into the waiting hall with Ura screams did not bother to fight with them at all. Almost all the machine gun fire points facing the front were immediately hit by more than one iron fist.

The machine gun teams deployed at the second-floor stands of the waiting hall and the first-floor entrance to the platform were all blown away. The crudely made furniture piles and the side door iron plates removed from the train skins could not stop the iron fist that could penetrate even tank armor. The SS machine gunners hiding behind them were lucky to be able to leave their bodies intact without being blown to pieces.

The opening iron fist attack did confuse the infantrymen of the Skeleton Division, who were completely unprepared, but the one-time use of the iron fist meant that the most difficult wave of attacks was over. The SS fanatics, who were basically all diehards, thought they still had a chance. After the machine gun bunkers were destroyed, they quickly made up for the gap in the automatic shooting procedures with the handheld STG44.

The assault rifles were fired back and forth, and bullets flew everywhere. Many of Alsim's men, who had no cover and were on the offensive, fell down immediately, but more of the SS scum on the opposite side, who had only two STG44s in a squad and could not concentrate their firepower, died. The intensity of the firepower on both sides was simply not in the same dimension.

But the cruel reality is often like this. The more unlucky you are, the worse it gets. The infantrymen of the Skeleton Division, who were already bloodthirsty and suffered huge casualties from the enemy, had no time to make tactical adjustments. A wall on the right side of the waiting hall that looked like it should have been "very solid" suddenly exploded, and sand and stones flew everywhere, and dust flew everywhere.

No one knew what caused this huge explosion that collapsed the wall and opened a big hole with a loud bang. Some SS soldiers who didn't know the truth even thought that it was a bomb buried in advance to blow up the Russians who rushed in.

But soon, this ignorant and absurd conjecture was torn to pieces by a group of black shadows who rushed out of the smoke and dust with guns raised.

From the broken hole in the wall, taking cover from the dust that had not yet dispersed, another group of "Russians in human tanks" wearing the iconic plate armor bulletproof vests rushed out.

The terrible nightmare did not end there.

An SS soldier who was changing the magazine of the STG44 in his hand glanced at the corner of his eye and saw that the Russians who rushed out of the smoke and dust not only had assault rifles in their hands.

What was even more terrifying was that among the Russians holding assault rifles as left and right guards, there were more than one Russian holding a flaming iron stick with a sprinkler, and this group of people was less than 50 meters away from him!