Chapter 2016 For Victory!

Normally, for such an enemy position that is about to be destroyed, it is enough to maintain a main attack direction and spread the attack from the breakthrough point inward.

The German army, which sees no hope of victory and no chance of running away, is actually not stupid. In most cases, they will lay down their weapons and surrender after a short fight.

Now, 44 years later, similar battles have long been commonplace, especially for the elite front-line Soviet troops on the front line.

However, today's battle, right here, at the feet of the leader's division, is somewhat different from the past battles that have become commonplace.

These last surviving Germans are still fighting like crazy with all kinds of weapons that can be fired.

When the infantry rushes up, they will fight in close combat. When the tanks rush up, they will use iron fists, tank killers, and even cluster grenades to blow them up.

People can die, but the battle cannot stop.

How many people died seemed to be a matter of no concern at this time. No one knew where the remnants of the Wehrmacht got such a strong fighting spirit from. Even the soldiers of the Leader Division who fought desperately with these lunatics didn't quite understand.

But it was this kind of fight to the death, which was like a stone in the toilet, a stinky and hard refusal to surrender, that became the final catalyst for accelerating the death time of the Great German Division.

You don't play by the rules?

Okay, then I'll even overturn the card table for you!

Let's see who can do it!

The Leader Division, which took out the maximum attack energy, almost swallowed up the last remaining position of the Great German Division in one bite.

Except for the blank area behind the Great German Division that had not yet been inserted into place, the remaining three directions of the front, left and right were almost everywhere. The Red Army was attacking frantically.

IS6 heavy tanks and the latest second batch of T43 medium tanks rushed forward in sync, and the BMP43 infantry fighting vehicles based on the modified T43 body accompanied them and attacked in coordination. All weapons that could fire on heavy tanks, medium tanks, and infantry fighting vehicles, including main guns, high machine guns, and coaxial machine guns, were spitting flames like crazy.

At this time, it was no longer a machine gun fire point or an anti-tank gun position of the German army that would be bombarded. It seemed that as long as there were German infantrymen showing up, and they would not hurt friendly forces, there would definitely be at least one 85mm fixed high-explosive grenade flying in their faces.

The ISU152s that were also on the front line were even more unreasonable. They would attack wherever the Germans resisted fiercely. It didn't matter if they couldn't see anyone showing up. One shot could send the Germans to the sky even if they were more than ten meters away.

Some of the few German tanks that survived to the end were the focus of special attention. Being pierced to death by armor-piercing shells was considered a relatively normal and optimal way to die. The most unlucky crews would enjoy the intense pleasure of being sent to heaven by the concentrated fire of ISU152, with high-explosive shells instead of armor-piercing shells.

For the German armored units that had long since used up their heavy tanks and only had a few Panzer IVs and Panzer IIIs left, this was the hellish nightmare.

With the exaggerated and abnormal direct fire cover from their own side, the infantrymen who rushed to the front and were responsible for opening up the attack path also made rapid progress.

Every time the infantry soldiers arrived at a place, whether they could encounter resistance from the remnants of the Germans was actually a very suspenseful question.

People were killed by direct-fire grenades, and there were many foxholes and trench sections with only broken meat and corpses on the ground.

Even if there were remnants of the German army to resist, those "German mud monsters" who were shaken by the shells and even staggered when walking, don't think they can play any effective role in resisting the Red Army soldiers who were crazy about killing.

The only fate of these people was to be shot into a hornet's nest. In addition to the German corpses lying all over the ground, which could trip people with the slightest carelessness, the largest number of them were the broken German guns and various weapons that might not have been blown up by the shells.

But it was these broken German guns that were so rotten that people were too lazy to even look at them in the past, but now they have become rare things that many people need.

The continuous high-intensity battles caused many soldiers to run out of ammunition, especially the combat engineering troops who were continuously responsible for the main attack mission and the weapons in their hands were AKs.

Many of the chest-mounted ammunition carriers on the outside of the steel plate bulletproof vests were empty. There were many people who had used up all the 210 bullets in the six spare magazines plus the one on the gun.

These humanoid self-propelled armored tough guys who always rely on firepower rarely have the concept of "saving ammunition" in their minds.

This is the first time they have encountered a situation like today where they have used up all the ammunition in their guns and have no choice but to pick up the broken German guns on the spot to make do.

After all, this is not to say that one or two people have run out of ammunition, but that several comrades around them, or even the whole squad of people who are still alive, have run out of bullets or have very few bullets left, and can't even get another magazine.

At this time, you can't retreat and ask the comrades behind you for bullets, right?

Since you have to continue the charge, what can you do? Pick up the broken German guns on the ground and grab two magazines to make do.

Anyway, the ammunition left on the Germans' bodies was basically enough. Too many Germans were shot by heavy artillery before they could fire. For those STG44s with poor performance, at least they didn't have to worry about the amount of ammunition. Some of them were at least better than rushing forward with a pistol. What else do you need a bicycle for?

"Stop! Stop! What's that in front? The German headquarters!?"

Comrade Alsim, the combat engineer company commander who led his men to fight and rush all the way, almost forgot how far he had rushed forward so far. He only knew that the German STG44 he picked up in his hand was really fucking useless! Compared with the AK, it was just a stupid gun.

Looking at the half-buried bunker in front that seemed to have collapsed halfway and was suspected to be a command post, the dishevelled and gray-faced Alsim quickly signaled the soldiers following closely behind to stop moving forward.

"Comrade company commander, throw a flare! Just order the heavy artillery to smash this thing, and we will rush in to collect the bodies of the fascists!"

The platoon leader, who had suffered heavy losses along the way, did not want to suffer any more casualties, so he suggested to Alsim to use the 152 gun to shoot the damn German turtle shell, but Alsim, who had other plans in mind, did not intend to do so.

"I guess the distance is about the same. Just now, we even took down the German regiment-level command post. Now it should be the division level, right?"

"Tell the comrades to check the weapons and load the bullets to prepare for the battle! Our new brigade commander has ordered that if the German division commander is captured alive, he will personally write a commendation application to the division commander. It's too boring to bring back a corpse at this point. If you want to do it, you should do it alive!"

"Yes! Everyone, check the weapons and load the bullets! Prepare for battle!"

Crackle, crackle, click, click--

After a burst of bullet loading sounds of changing the magazine and pulling the bolt, Alsim, who was already prepared, stood up first and raised his hand to cheer.

"For victory! Comrades, Hurrah!!!"

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