Chapter 2039 The Bridgehead Must Be Defended

"Are these Polish guys crazy? Do they really think that a pile of rotten meat can beat a tank? Or are the Germans' broken cars really so notorious?"

There is no need to guess. There can only be one person who criticizes and nags as soon as he enters the battlefield, and that is Iushkin, the most awesome gunner of the leader division.

Iushkin was really surprised. At this moment, he was constantly sending the Polish guys to heaven, and he was surprised that those Polish guys were still holding on and unwilling to retreat.

Even though they were facing the strong armor and cannons, and the tanks, which were the strongest land warfare weapons ever created by humans, with their flesh and blood, these idiots who were either stupid enough to smoke or had problems with their brains were still rushing forward. This shocked Iushkin, who originally thought that these Polish guys could only fight a favorable battle, and he couldn't understand it, so he complained on the spot.

Whether anyone responded to Iushkin's nonsense depended on what he said. If it is really necessary to answer, someone will answer it, for example, now.

"Remember to turn off your radio before talking nonsense. If you reveal your flaws and let the Germans hear it, I will twist your head off and kick it on the Polish ass like a ball."

The German tanks and the German car radio, Malashenko's worries and warnings are indeed reasonable.

Who can guarantee that the Germans nearby did not listen to the public channel? This matter is hard to say. If you think about it, you can know what the Germans will look like if they just join the public channel and hear Russian swear words in the channel before they have time to speak. I'm afraid it's worse than being fucked.

"Don't worry about whether they are thinking about it or looking for life, as long as they don't retreat, continue to fight! There can't be a Polish ghost in the bridgehead safety zone. As long as a Polish ghost who hasn't put down his gun is standing, continue to kill until these European foot-binding cloths can't stand it anymore!"

Malashenko will not show mercy to the Polish ghosts. The core problem is that he must not let these Polish ghosts ruin his good deeds. The control of the Vistula Central Bridge must be in one's own hands, not the Polish ghosts, let alone the Germans.

One's own destiny has undergone a subversive change once, which has directly thrown people from the future world of social animals going to work every day to this damn battlefield where people put their heads on their belts and lick blood on the tip of knives every day.

This uncontrollable misfortune has happened once, and it is enough. Malashenko is determined not to experience a second time that his destiny is not controlled by himself.

If everyone has their own "reverse scale", then this is Malashenko's, at least for now.

Relying on the support of this small armored unit that came from nowhere, the German garrison on the west bank of the bridgehead, which had signs of collapse before, miraculously began to turn the tide of the war at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The second-rate German garrison troops originally stationed here were not the main force. Those who killed the Polish ghosts on the street and made them lie on the ground crying and screaming were those who called themselves the armored regiment of the Great German Division.

Lieutenant Schwaner, who was the first to lead the reinforcements across the bridge, was surprised to find that the people of the Great German Division were much stronger than he had imagined.

Not only were they extremely well-equipped, but they were also impeccable in terms of tactical use and tacit cooperation.

After crossing the bridge, the mechanized infantry immediately got off the half-track vehicles, and together with other infantrymen around the convoy, they immediately occupied most of the west bank bridgehead fortifications and bunkers that had been abandoned and unmanned due to serious manpower reduction.

After occupying the advantageous terrain, the MG42 machine gun team immediately began to pour firepower on the Polish ghosts. The guys holding G43 semi-automatic rifles and STG44 assault rifles, led by their squad leaders and platoon leaders, began to withdraw some of their men to seize the checkpoint bunkers on both sides of the street that were already unmanned.

The machine guns opened fire in the middle, while the automatic and semi-automatic rifles occupied the checkpoint bunkers on both sides of the street and fired crossfire at the middle.

This terrifying three-way fire output immediately knocked down the Polish vanguard who had already rushed to a position quite close to the street. The speed was as fast as a pee that had been held back for a day and poured on a small flame, which was an extremely fast speed visible to the naked eye.

After the leading infantry temporarily suppressed the momentum of the Polish vanguard's charge, the huge steel beasts came late.

These armored soldiers of the Great German Division did not skimp on shells at all. They didn't know what wasted firepower. At least Schwaner, who witnessed the next scene, thought so.

The continuous roar of the main gun sent one 75mm full-caliber high-explosive grenade after another into the crowd of Polish ghosts who were jumping around like frightened rabbits under the high-speed barrage, and turned into a group of death flames and exploded instantly in the dark night.

The Polish ghosts who were already doubting their lives after being swept by the water barrage could not withstand such power. Without too many shots, only the broken flesh and limbs on the ground and the internal organs that were blown to pieces were left. No more groups of Polish ghosts dared to move forward.

However, this was not the end of everything. Even so, the Polish ghosts were still unwilling to give up. Looking at those Polish ghosts who were still hiding at the entrance of the alley a little further away and looking out from time to time, they were still waiting for opportunities and trying to find the weaknesses of the German army so as to continue the attack.

In the command post of the west bank bridgehead, a two-story building standing in an inconspicuous position on the street, Major Adam, holding a telescope in one hand and a telephone receiver in the other, is now doing two things at the same time.

On one hand, he is observing the battlefield situation, and on the other hand, he is calling for reinforcements and reporting to his superiors who have just learned of the emergency.

"Yes, sir, I am keeping an eye on the battle situation, and I can see it clearly now."

"The battle situation is favorable to us. The friendly reinforcements that just crossed the bridge have helped a lot. They brought half-track vehicles and Panther tanks, as well as very elite armored grenadiers, which greatly enhanced our defensive firepower. Now we can not only defend the bridgehead, but I expect we can also launch a counterattack soon and wipe out these Polish ghosts."

"Which unit are they? This is not clear for the time being, sir. Everything happened too suddenly, and they just arrived not long ago. I called you first, and then planned to go down to find their commander. When I find out the situation, I will reply to you as soon as possible, I promise."

"Yes, I understand, sir. Please rest assured that the bridgehead will be defended, I promise you."

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