Chapter 2152: Hanging and Execution

The noose around the necks of the Germans is tightening further. Malashenko not only does not intend to give these Germans any chance to survive except surrender, but also intends to hang them as quickly as possible. Google search reading

You choose life or death. Time is limited, and the patience of the division commander is also limited. You have to walk your own path.

"Reinhard, think of a solution! Those Russians are coming! I don't want to be crushed into a pulp by the tracks after leaving this steel coffin! I didn't join the army for this!"

"Shut up, son of a bitch! I don't know what to do! Those Russian monsters are simply indestructible! All the stuff we have can't deal with it!"

"Damn it! Damn it! Are those bastards talking about new things that can deal with this stuff all bullshit!? It's all over now!"

The German army's inter-vehicle radio channel was filled with someone's yelling and cursing. It can be heard that this person is really anxious, angry, and even a little incompetent and furious, but it still doesn't help.

Swoosh——

Boom——

Boom——

Another 122mm full-caliber high-explosive grenade came, but this time it changed the target.

The whistling grenade didn't hit the German tanks, but it hit the armored grenadiers' vehicles, the Type 251 half-track vehicles that looked like stupid donkeys.

The huge explosion tore the steel and twisted the armor, and the fragile body of the vehicle fell apart like a toy car smashed by a demolition sledgehammer.

Parts, armor fragments, wheels, tracks, rotten bones and flesh

Everything that could be blown away was instantly thrown into the sky like a volcanic eruption. The surrounding German infantry, who were not as clear about their own situation as the armored soldiers, were either swept away by the metal fragments and debris that came from the disaster, or were blown into pieces of meat by the residual power of the ammunition explosion.

The rain of bullets from the explosion of several large boxes of 92 machine gun bullets was indeed extremely lethal to the soft targets of the infantry, just like the rain of pear blossoms in a martial arts novel.

The flying metal fragments and the bloody remains of their comrades were all over their bodies and faces.

These German infantrymen who had not been killed on the spot and thought the situation was not that bad were soon stunned by the strong visual shock.

The speed of the reversal of the war situation was beyond everyone's imagination. They had just been attacking the Soviet army smoothly, but now they were attacked from both sides.

The battle for the position was not yet completed and the fierce battle was in full swing. At the same time, two Russian heavy armored cavalry cut off their retreat and blocked their way from behind. From victory in sight to imminent destruction, if you insist on saying that it was an instantaneous roller coaster experience from heaven to hell, then it was just like this. Everything changed too fast, and the sudden change in the situation made people unable to react in time.

"Back off! Back off! Shrink your defense, stop attacking! The Russians are surrounding us from behind!"

The German infantry squad officer who lost the reinforcements shouted to his men to retreat. The Russian infantry defending the position did not collapse but fought more and more. It was obvious that the reserve troops were thrown in to fight to the death. It was meaningless to continue fighting like this, which would only increase casualties.

If the support line is broken and the enemy's is not broken in the close-range battle of position fighting and trench clearing, then I advise you not to think about winning. In a sense, this is the battle closest to the concept of "competing with more people". This is the most meaty battle link in the field battlefield except for street fighting.

"Stop! Stop here! Hold the line of defense and don't retreat! We have no way to retreat! Beat those Russians!"

The German junior officers who led the attack called on the surviving men to retreat in a swarm, while the higher-ranking officers who were commanding in the back were shouting and asking them to stop.

Although the German army was in chaos, it was still able to execute orders without compromise, which was one of the few advantages that the grassroots units of the Wehrmacht could maintain at this point.

The veterans, who accounted for a small number of people, were stationed in the Russian positions they had just hidden, stepping on the bodies of their own people and Russians lying on the ground after the fight, and pointed their guns at the deeper positions of the positions and waited for battle, turning the Russian positions and trenches that had just been captured for their own use.

The vast majority of new recruits and rookies, some of whom did not even understand the battlefield situation, did not know what to do at the moment and how to do it best. They could only follow the example of the veteran comrades around them, and stopped their panicked retreat and turned their guns to the depths of the positions.

"Bullets! Where are the machine gun bullets? I need an ammunition man, where is the ammunition man!?"

The German machine gunner who had just set up his MG42 in his arms was shouting loudly. Just by the white air coming out of his mouth, you can tell that he was shouting with all his lung capacity in this cold winter day, fearing that no one could hear him. But what awaited him was the irritating and terrible answer that someone shouted randomly.

"Gone! The person is gone, and the ammunition box is gone! Find a way to solve it yourself, it's all a mess"

Swoosh——

Boom——

The man whose name was unknown hadn't finished speaking when a 122mm high-explosive grenade exploded directly in the open space not far from him.

The German machine gunner who looked in the direction of the sound watched helplessly as a whole body was blown half off vertically, like a half-fan of fresh pork delivered from the vegetable market early in the morning. The unlucky guy was blown up and turned several times in the sky before spiraling down and thrown to an unknown place.

The power of the Russians' terrible 122mm grenade was simply terrifying!

The German machine gunner, who was almost frightened by this terrible scene with his own eyes, stopped talking nonsense and dared not shout anymore. He pulled the bolt of the MG42 in his hand and pushed the last box of bullets into the gun chamber.

As for what to do after shooting the last box of bullets, the veteran machine gunner didn't know.

The trenches under his feet were full of layers of corpses and weapons. He didn't worry about not having guns. There should be a way, but at least it was not something he should consider now. Because whether he could survive until the last box of bullets was finished was still a question that could not be concluded immediately.

The tanks and tank destroyers that were originally responsible for providing fire support for the position attack had been transferred to deal with the Soviet steel torrents that were pressing forward from both directions. The remaining German infantry had lost the only heavy fire support they could rely on. If the Russians launched a counterattack at this time, the German army would obviously have no advantage at all and would even be at a disadvantage.

But as the saying goes, what you fear will come to you. Just as these remaining German infantrymen were lying in panic in the trenches they had just captured, a burst of whistling sounds that broke through the air from far away came again from the front line and the depths of the position, and followed closely.