Chapter 2397 Red Heavy Punch (Part 1)

"The Russians are coming! Shoot, shoot quickly, quickly!"

"Don't let them get close, repel them! Drive them out"

Swoosh--

Crack--

Boom--

Before he could finish his words, a loud bang like a sledgehammer hitting a watermelon suddenly sounded. The German officer's head, which was still intact just now, was now completely smashed into a pile of paste. Only a small part of the chin was left hanging on the neck. It was already lifeless, and the sound of the bang falling to the ground was like a boxing sandbag being pushed down.

"Damn it! Freck, Freck!!!"

"Don't go! It's too late to save him. What else can you expect if you don't have a head!?"

The young German recruit couldn't stand the strong visual impact and the strong choking bloody smell. He screamed and wanted to rush over to do something, but was grabbed by the old soldier next to him and pressed against the trench wall, unable to move.

"Pick up your guns and fight me! Otherwise, you will end up like that, very soon!"

Will you not end up like that if you pick up your guns and fight the Russians across the street?

This was not said, and there was no need to say it, as everyone knew it clearly.

With the intensive suppression and cover of the infantry fighting vehicle machine guns and tank machine guns, the first wave of mechanized infantry that rushed into the trenches quickly dispersed, just like a bucket of mercury that was spilled on the ground in an instant and turned into countless parts, and began to advance along the crisscrossing trenches, communication trenches, and foxholes in front of them, infiltrating into the deep defense of the enemy's position.

"Stop! Stop advancing, wait a minute!"

The battle for the position that was advancing deep into the enemy's territory was not smooth sailing, just as the Red Army soldiers who entered from the anti-tank missile position soon encountered trouble: a semi-buried bunker carefully built by the Germans, almost parallel to the ground, with MAX concealment, blocked the entire communication trench with the fierce flames of MG42, and it was also equipped with two machine guns, leaving no firepower gap when changing ammunition.

Chila Lala——

Crackle and crackle——

"Suka! The Nazi firepower is too strong, I think we should throw smoke bombs to give them a taste of color!"

The deputy squad leader on the side shouted and put forward his own suggestions to give the enemy a head-on blow, but the squad leader who was close to the trench wall and had seen the situation clearly just now shook his head repeatedly.

"I can't reach it! The German bunker is too low, and the surrounding terrain is higher than it. It is difficult for direct bombardment to work on it, even 152 may not work!"

As the squad leader said, this German semi-buried bunker is indeed designed to be tricky and vicious.

The surrounding ground and bunker terrain are all higher than it. The direct support heavy firepower of the leader division cannot determine its exact position at all. Even if smoke bombs are thrown, they can only fire in the general direction. If it is not directly around the bunker at a close distance, the explosion impact and flying fragments will most likely pass over the top of the bunker, and it is not certain whether it will work.

More importantly, it is not certain whether the bunkers in the Zelo Heights, which are carefully managed by the Germans, have been reinforced with military standard concrete. The seemingly simple bunkers in this ghost place are not necessarily the civil engineering works seen in ordinary field battles. The Germans have sufficient reasons and time to reinforce the defense of any fortifications and bunkers on this high ground.

Moreover, this mechanized infantry assault team has already rushed to a very close distance from the bunker, and there is only this less than 20-meter-long communication trench to cross.

Calling 122 to start direct bombardment support means that everyone has to withdraw from the killing radius.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, the squad leader who has led the team to fight here is reluctant to issue such an order. Who knows whether the Germans will make a counterattack to take back the place they just lost. If they fight again at that time, it will only be more troublesome.

"Then what are you going to do? Let the Nazis continue to hold us here?"

It is normal for a big man to speak a little aggressively when his adrenaline is surging on the battlefield. The more experienced squad leader does not intend to argue with his young deputy squad leader about this, but continues to give orders calmly.

"You take your men to guard here, throw two grenades to tell them you are still here. I will sneak over from above, and none of these fascists can escape, they are just a pot of rotten meat!"

"What? A pot of rotten meat? Hey, come back later! What are you doing!?"

It happened so fast that a figure jumped out of the trench without any time to react, and then crawled on the ground, lying flat on the ground, and began to rush towards the target in this battlefield full of bullets.

The young deputy squad leader wanted to reach out and pull the squad leader back, but it was too late. The squad leader who was crawling on the ground even threw away the helmet on his head, and just tried his best to lower his body, holding the anti-tank grenade in his hand tightly and crawling forward. People were immediately anxious like ants on a hot pot, but there was nothing they could do.

"Too much nonsense! How could this happen!?"

"What should we do now?"

The soldier on the side didn't know what to do and kept asking questions, but all he got was the deputy squad leader's angry answer.

"What else can we do? Damn the fascists, throw grenades! Throw them at that bunker!"

"Yes!"

One by one, the lemon grenades were taken from the waist, the safety was released, and then they were swung and thrown towards the bunker that was not far away.

Boom boom boom——

A series of explosions sounded one after another, and the flames of the explosions and the scattered dust were stirred in the air, blocking the vision, but what awaited the comrades a moment later was still the German machine gunner jumping around in the smoke and dust, holding the weapon tightly in his hand and firing wildly.

Chila Lala——

Crackle——

"Suka! Grenades are useless, the lid of that Nazi turtle is as hard as an armor plate!"

"Don't talk nonsense, another round! Cover the squad"

Boom——

The young squad leader didn't have time to finish his words, and a sudden and shocking explosion came in a way that no one expected. The sky was suddenly filled with countless large and small dirt and even concrete slag. The crackling impact scraped on people's faces and really hurt their skin.

"Damn it! Did the German bunker blow itself up? What happened!?"

"I don't know, the squad leader can't be that fast! Where is he? Where is he!? Who saw him???"

The soldiers, who were shocked and worried, had no time to take any practical action, only to see a group of heavy footsteps approaching them with thunderous steps.

"Our own people, don't fire! Do you have anyone else? Is this all?"