Chapter 2764: A Turn of Attack

The German defenders in the building complex at the end of the square area quickly noticed the changes on the battlefield.

After paying a certain price, the Russians were about to cross the open area of ​​the square area and were about to touch the edge of their own defense zone for actual fire contact. At this moment when the harvest was almost about to begin, it suddenly receded like a wave that had reached its climax.

"Oh, the Russians have retreated? This"

"Damn it, am I reading that right? Where did this happen? Those Russians just withdrew like that? They obviously still have so many tanks and soldiers."

"Ha, maybe the supplies can't keep up. I guess these Russian guys came here with their last breath, and now they just can't hold on anymore."

"The Russians have retreated! Haha, they're going back! Long live the hair-washers!"

The German soldiers were all surprised, puzzled, stunned, or ecstatic, but this group of people with different expressions actually had one thing in common, that is, none of them knew that another group of their own friendly troops The end is already here, not far away.

"Yes! The first regiment and the second regiment are facing each other, tie my pockets, and block all the main streets in the block! Cut off the German retreat from the square area to the block, and annihilate any German standing in the square, but Don’t chase them, just drive them in the direction of the building complex.”

"After the pockets were tied, the noose was tightened, and the troops began to advance inward, compressing the enemy's living space. Comrade Division Commander's order was to eliminate all remaining German soldiers in the block, and they must not be allowed to join the defenders in the construction area!"

Kulbalov, holding a radio in his hand, was transmitting orders from Malashenko to lower-level troops.

Our Comrade Lao Ma still stood in front of the map, looking at the situation between the enemy and ourselves, analyzing it secretly, and at the same time lifting his watch from time to time to estimate the expected time of the action plan.

"There is not enough time left to organize an attack in the direction of the building complex, but we must deal with the remaining enemy forces in the block at once. This nail cannot be left until tomorrow, otherwise we will not be able to sleep well in the middle of the night."

"While the dumplings are cooking in the pot, you have to lift them outside the pot. The thieves come to snatch the dumplings in the middle of the night. If they are uncooked, they will be uncooked! You must eat this pot of dumplings before dark. The Rocket Assault Battalion belongs to you now. Bring it to me. Use all your firepower to blast upward!"

"Yes! Comrade Division Commander, the First Brigade promises to complete the mission!"

Malashenko's order was accompanied by a mountain of military orders personally promised by Kulbalov.

The remaining German troops who were running for their lives and about to escape from the neighborhood immediately ushered in their doomsday moment.

The Kulbalov brigade, which withdrew its fist from the attack on the building complex, changed direction. The two regiments that participated in the main offensive mission and had formed a breakthrough began to confront each other. Like a pair of closed scissors, they were about to cut off the last lifeline of the German army in the block. hope.

The fleeing German army was caught off guard, because the original attention of the two main siege teams on the left and right was not on them at all, but on the construction area. They did not take this group of Germans as defeated dogs from the beginning. When it comes to dishes, I basically don’t take it seriously.

At most, they only mobilized some troops for side defense, and made certain fire contact with the defeated German defenders in the neighborhoods, without any close combat, to prevent them from breaking up the offensive formation. This does not mean that these fleeing German troops are really capable of fighting and can compete with the main siege force of the leading division.

But now the situation is different. Following the order from Comrade Division Commander, the two siege teams began to attack the fleeing German army at the same time.

It doesn't matter if you don't take it seriously. If you take it seriously, it will be a bad thing on the spot, the bad thing of the Germans.

On the left and right sides were Stalin heavy tanks that were spewing thick black smoke and blaring machine guns. Turn on racing mode.

These German troops, who had no bunkers to rely on and no official business to defend during their retreat, were so unlucky that they had no way to deal with these violently charging steel behemoths. During the retreat, a large number of anti-armor technical weapons were abandoned in order to reduce the load and speed up the retreat. Now, in the hands of these defeated German troops, there are only a few mop sticks, iron fists and tank killer chimneys.

Do you expect to be able to block Stalin's punch? Standing in the square and fighting against heavy tanks as a human Gundam?

The Aryan Superman might be able to do it, but the Nazi guy really can't.

"Load high-explosive bombs! At one o'clock, the German troop transport truck is five hundred meters away. The gunner is ready!"

"High explosive bombs are good!"

"Aimed!"

"Send them to heaven!"

boom--

A powerful and heavy 122-mm grenade roared in, and a Lightning Opel troop transport truck running wildly towards the construction area in the square was directly blown away.

The huge explosion completely tore the entire troop transport truck into parts. What was carried up to the sky by the fire shock wave was not only the metal debris and fragments, but also large pieces of German soft tissue debris, more than half of the legs, and half of the arms. , and even half of the intestines hanging from the buttocks were flying in the air with flesh and blood flying.

This was an overcrowded troop transport truck filled with nearly two Band army soldiers. The floor in the middle of the truck was filled with wounded people lying on stretchers.

However, all of this was canceled after just one shot, and they all ascended to heaven together, sending Stalin tanks one by one.

Including the Germans who were running wildly with two legs and were blown away because they were relatively close, the gunners who fired this shot and got more than 30 heads were simply too satisfied! Nothing can better praise the efforts of a tank gunner than watching the remains of the enemy turn into ashes under their own artillery fire.

Such scenes are not just isolated cases, but a common phenomenon that is madly staged on the contact line of the entire square area.

The Stalin heavy tanks that rushed into the direct-fire battle position one after another opened fire at full power, and the roaring 130mm and 122mm main guns madly sent out huge amounts of communist grenades.

The German vehicles listed as the first priority targets, whether they are tracked or wheeled, combat or transport, are all the targets hunted and bitten by the Soviet steel beasts.

"Mom! Mom!!! I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand it anymore! I want to go home! Mom, wuaaaaa——"

The collapse of adults sometimes only lasts for a short moment, let alone the 17-year-old boy who was drafted into the army before he even reached adulthood.

The boy dropped the broken gun in his hand and howled, cried, and ran wildly, running all the way in the square towards the direction of his home in his impression, regardless of anything.

But this scene did not last long. A 5mm heavy machine gun bullet fired from the top machine gun of the IS7 heavy tank ended it all, cutting it in half and dismembering its body.

If you want to blame someone, blame the gang that brought the child to the battlefield. The Red Army tank commander who pulled the trigger and fired this fatal bullet is still fighting, waving and ordering the mechanized infantry who are advancing in coordination with the car.

"Smash the German fascists! Comrades, forward!"