Chapter 2058 Dark Night Storm (Part 2)

Malachenko made some advance preparations for his subsequent main force to cross the bridge. For example, the barricades and roadblocks at the bridgehead and on the bridge deck were pushed off the bridge and thrown into the Vistula River by Malachenko himself, taking advantage of the few minutes when the German reinforcements and his main force had not arrived.

So now, when the BMP43 infantry fighting vehicles with the accelerators pressed to the bottom, loaded with infantry one after another, rushed to the Vistula River Central Bridge, the bridge deck was unobstructed and there was almost no obstacle that could stop the steel tracks from rolling forward. Naturally, they could get to the front line of the exchange of fire faster and start direct fire support.

Bang bang bang bang bang——

As the saying goes, the car has not arrived yet, but the gunfire has arrived first. Those BMP43s that were racing on the bridge deck all the way, before they even had time to drive down the bridgehead on the opposite bank, had already started firing while moving on the second half of the bridge deck near the other side of the bridge.

Although there is no stabilizer, the quality of the Vistula Central Bridge built by the Poles is really good. The bridge deck is really neat and tidy, without any obvious potholes and bumps, which gives these BMP43s the possibility of firing at high speed.

Of course, even if it is a flat artificial road, firing at high speed still cannot guarantee accuracy. Both the gun scope and the main gun are shaking, like epilepsy. It can only be said that the main gun's burst dispersion range is reduced to an acceptable area, but this is enough for the current situation.

What is needed now?

What is needed is efficient anti-infantry suppression firepower that can make the German infantry timid, unable to launch an effective counterattack, let alone advance forward.

How many Germans can be killed is not the most important thing at the moment. The most urgent thing is to suppress these Germans who have been hit by a club on the head and have stars in their eyes.

When three or four BMP43s driving at high speed on the bridge opened fire at the same time, the 25mm tracer bullets that came in a swarm did have the desired effect, creating the situation that Malashenko had hoped to see.

The firepower of light weapons was already fierce enough, and now with the addition of several 25mm machine guns, the accuracy was not very good, but the density was really like pouring water. The feeling of the German infantry at this moment was really not much different from "the last straw that broke the camel's back".

In fact, Malashenko has a very obvious trend in leading his troops to fight: I don't talk to the Germans about any tactical reasons. As long as it is possible, I will do my best to pile up the amount of firepower! As long as the Germans have not been knocked down, it means that the pile is not enough, and I will continue to pile it up! Pull out all the technical equipment of the leader division and pile it up to death!

Unfortunately, the battlefields on the Eastern Front are basically flat plains, or scattered depressions with twists and turns.

If used properly, the favorable terrain that can break Malashenko's "superior firepower theory" can be broken. It cannot be said that the Germans cannot find it, but that it does not exist at all.

Without terrain to use, under the premise that the tactical concepts of both sides are not much different, they can only compete with the amount of firepower projection and the level of technical and tactical equipment. Whoever has stronger firepower can defeat the other. The rules of the death duel on the Eastern European plains are so simple.

And it is well known that letting the Germans who do not have a huge advantage in manpower compete with the leader division in firepower and equipment level is really no different from sending their heads to the guillotine.

The small German army unit that came to reinforce did not know that the object of their fight was the famous "Iron Butcher" and his notorious "Stalin Guards", but this was not important.

The result of knowing or not knowing is the same. Anyway, Malashenko will ruthlessly destroy this group of fascist running dogs. This has long been destined.

"Get off the vehicle and support the battle! Quick, quick, quick!"

"Lieutenant Yashinov leads the team to report to you! What do you need us to do? Comrade Captain!"

"Your mission is to assist the infantry fighting vehicles to advance from both wings, and cut off the Germans' retreat from the side blocks. Our scouts are already in place at the street corners, take action, they will lead you forward!"

"Yes!"

Although they were all wearing German uniforms, the comrades could still recognize each other. The lieutenant who led the team to jump off the infantry fighting vehicle and come to support was a soldier under Alsim.

Malashenko's expected plan was fully implemented. The two groups of "real and fake Germans" separated by the crossfire were really two groups of unrelated people.

The Germans concentrated in this area of ​​the bridgehead are all our own people, friendly comrades, and cannot be fired at will.

The Germans encountered after passing the bridgehead and going forward to the front line are the real Germans, and they need to be humanely destroyed with the most intense firepower.

The entire line of fire was like the boundary between Chu and Han, which was clearly divided, completely avoiding the situation of "only recognizing clothes but not people" and hurting friendly forces.

Of course, this also caused another special situation that needs attention.

The troops that rushed up to carry out the final encirclement and suppression battle must be the main force of the leader division wearing formal Red Army uniforms with follow-up support, and must not be the disguised surprise attack force of more than 100 people led by Malashenko.

Once you leave the bridgehead area and rush up to mix with the Germans, you can guess what will happen without saying much.

So even if Alsim wanted to lead the team to kill the Germans, he thought about the dog skin on his body and knew that the small area of ​​the bridgehead was a "safe place" that could not be crossed at this moment.

Alsim did not want to end his military career by being killed by friendly fire, so he could only send the first wave of reinforcements from his own troops to rush up and end this final battle as planned.

As for himself, he could only watch from a distance and sit on the bench. He could envy and be jealous.

The limited armored forces were killed instantly at the first moment of the exchange of fire, and the accompanying infantry were slaughtered by dense light weapons fire without knowing what to do, and then they were washed by a wave of mobile 25mm machine guns.

The remaining German troops, who had no chance of making any more waves, tried to retreat, but were intercepted by the mechanized infantry troops of the leader division, who were riding infantry fighting vehicles and moving quickly, splitting into two groups and bypassing the blocks on the left and right.

There were wolves in front and tigers behind, and no matter whether you were advancing or retreating, you would be greeted by extremely fierce firepower, like a mouse in a bellows being bullied from both ends. And even this last little bit of limited living space was about to be squeezed out by the endless enemy troops that were pressing forward from both sides at the same time.

You want to ask what to do, what else can be done in this situation?

Brother, do you still remember how to salute in French style? Now is the time to play a role.

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