Chapter 2037 Bloody Street (Part 2)

Lieutenant Schwaner should have brought people to support, at least in theory.

The battle on the west bank of the bridgehead had been going on for quite a while, the sound of gunfire had long been deafening, and the searchlights from the east bank had also been shining, but the only thing that Major Adam couldn't understand was that the support troops from the east bank had not come.

The searchlights coming to support meant that the other side must have known that something was wrong here, so why didn't they send reinforcements? What is this idiot Schwaner doing! ? Is he so scared that he plans to wait and see? Or is he so scared that he dares not move and can only watch from afar?

It doesn't matter if you watch the fire from the other side of the river or you are so scared that you dare not move, but at least you can answer the phone for me, right?

Since the beginning of the battle, the West Coast Command Post has called the East Coast Bridgehead more than a dozen times. If one call fails, they will continue to call. However, no matter how hard they call, no one will answer.

"Could it be that the Polish ghosts and the Russians are working together? The East Coast Bridgehead has been captured and occupied by the Russians? But why didn't I hear any gunshots?"

Major Adam did have such an idea in his mind, but it was rejected quickly after only a short time. The reason is very simple.

The Russians can't kill everyone quietly. That's a whole company of garrison troops! If you want to seize the bridgehead, there must be gunshots.

Besides, the searchlights that came to support are obviously for their own side. The Russians can't be stupid enough to use searchlights to shine on the Polish ghosts. No matter how much they dislike the Polish ghosts, it is just limited to dislike. They have an irreconcilable blood feud with their own German army.

So even if they were just watching the fun from the other side, the Russians had to shine the searchlight on their own side. It was unreasonable to shine the searchlight on the Polish ghosts and help the German army find the enemy like now.

At least in the only possibility after the elimination process, the bridgehead on the east coast should still be in the hands of the German army. Only in this way can everything make sense.

But it was precisely because of this that Major Adam became more and more dissatisfied and even almost went crazy on the spot.

This is equivalent to saying that Schwaner, that bastard, deliberately watched the dying and refused to send troops to rescue, which is a complete act of selling out teammates. Anyone would be furious about this, especially since Schwaner was a soldier under his command. Major Adam's reaction was actually quite good and well-mannered.

"Emergency assembly! Notify all the people in the building who can use guns and are not injured, take up weapons and follow me! This time I will lead the charge myself!"

If they continue like this, they will wait for death and defeat, and the reinforcements will not come for a long time.

Major Adam is not a person who likes to sit and wait for death. Even if the possibility of success is very low, it is better than waiting for death without doing anything.

After being caught by the Polish ghosts, humiliated to death, the body is hung up for public display, or when surrounded on all sides, he shoots himself in the head in despair. No matter which of these two foreseeable results, Major Adam absolutely does not like it. Absolutely.

Compared to these two possible results, he prefers to die in battle.

Even if he is shot dead by the Polish ghosts, it is definitely better than dying in humiliation and anger.

For this reason, Major Adam feels that it is time to do something and take action for it.

No matter how low the possibility is, there is at least a little hope of success, which is much better than just sitting and waiting for death, isn't it?

The adjutant beside him didn't say much after hearing such an order. He was about to go to gather people according to Major Adam's order. Unexpectedly, at this moment, an unexpected situation suddenly followed.

Boom——

Boom——Boom——

Boom boom boom——

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Major Adam, who had already come to the door and took off the MP40 submachine gun hanging on the wall, was stunned. The sound coming from downstairs was obviously very wrong, and the adjutant who was standing by the window and had seen the specific situation downstairs was excited at this moment.

"Sir! We are saved! Tanks, many tanks are coming downstairs! They are all our people, Black Panther II! They drove over from the other side of the bridge!"

"What did you say!?"

Major Adam, who had no hope of getting support, was stunned. Even the unreliable Schwanner brought infantry to support but was nowhere to be seen. Where did the armored support come from at this time? And it was the Black Panther II, which was the elite main force?

Major Adam, feeling unbelievable, took a step forward and rushed back to the window sill, immediately holding the window sill and looking downstairs.

The scene downstairs at this moment was completely different from what it was just now. As the adjutant said, a group of Black Panther II medium tanks were driving up one after another.

The coaxial machine guns on the turret and the azimuth machine guns on the body were firing crazily, and the green tracer bullets were particularly conspicuous in the dark night like green laser whips, whipping everywhere.

And the slender fishing rod main gun was not idle either. The flat artificial road in the urban area enabled these Black Panther IIs, which were moving at a low speed, to have the ability to fire accurately on the move, which was impossible under off-road conditions.

The roaring muzzle brake of the main gun ejected a blazing orange-red flame. Every time the orange-red flame, which symbolized death, bloomed, it could accurately send a 75mm high-explosive projectile into the crowd of Polish ghosts who were already jumping around like frightened rabbits under the dense machine gun fire.

Iushkin once complained that the German 75 small gun was too weak and useless, but that was only for solid bunkers and fortifications.

No matter how small the caliber was, it was still a gun, and it was a high-speed, high-armor-piercing main gun mounted on a tank.

There was absolutely no lack of power when facing a weak and fragile flesh and blood body. Every 75mm high-explosive grenade exploded and could instantly take away a bunch of Polish ghosts around.

Physical destruction was secondary, and the blow to the spirit and morale was the most fatal.

Humans with flesh and blood have an instinctive fear of those visually oppressive steel behemoths. Even experienced soldiers cannot avoid it, but they know how to restrain this negative emotion and know what to do.

But those Polish ghosts, whose combat skills are so poor, do not have such great ability to overcome their inner demons and fears.

When the favorable battle suddenly turned into an unfavorable battle, when the gradual advancement that was originally slightly advantageous was blocked by those moving big iron guys.

Panic and fear spread among the crowd like a plague. If one person ran back in fear, several or dozens of people around him would do the same thing. Even if an officer waved a pistol to try to stop him, it would not work.

Some things were actually destined from the moment those "German tanks" appeared on the opposite side.

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