Chapter 2880: The Bridgehead of Despair (Part 1)

Despite the cost and casualties, the heavy 1st Combined Brigade, which was determined to achieve the combat goal and take the bridgehead, continued to move forward in an unstoppable manner.

The infantry fighting vehicle in front was destroyed, the head was blown off, the wreckage of the vehicle was still burning, and the bodies of the comrades who died were roasted into charred black charcoal.

But the BMP43 infantry fighting vehicles that kept coming like a steel torrent in the back remained unmoved, and continued to step on the accelerator and rushed forward.

The two BMP43 infantry fighting vehicles held up the wreckage of the friendly vehicle that was destroyed in front, spraying thick black smoke and outputting at full power, and forcibly squeezed the wreckage of the BMP43 infantry fighting vehicle that blocked the road to the side.

From those BMP43 infantry fighting vehicles that were only paralyzed but not completely destroyed, mechanized infantrymen holding various light weapons rushed out as soon as their vehicles were paralyzed, and immediately changed to rushing across the bridgehead that was already close at hand and engaging in battle at the fastest speed.

Alongside them were the infantry fighting vehicle crews who abandoned their vehicles and escaped.

These tank soldiers who lost their infantry fighting vehicles still did not withdraw from the battlefield. Without their vehicles, they changed their careers to become infantrymen, picked up the short-barreled assault rifles they brought out of the vehicles, joined the mechanized infantry team and immediately engaged in battle.

The Russians on the opposite side were fearless of death, and they rushed across the bridge at all costs despite casualties and direct anti-armor firepower. It really gave the SS troops who kept rushing to the bridgehead a great shock.

But the worse situation is that the first wave of giant steel monsters that rushed across the bridge and looked different from any Russian tanks they had encountered before, only found out after the actual fight that they were more difficult to deal with than imagined.

"What did the Russians install in front of the front of the car!? What is that? Additional armor?"

"Shock! It looks like a turret on a bulldozer!"

"Shut up! Load armor-piercing shells and shoot it down! This thing is too threatening!!!"

Indeed.

As a certain SS tank commander who cursed at the top of his voice said, the threat of those giant Russian steel monsters that look like bulldozers is really not a little bit big.

Originally, the German tanks were not targeting these "bulldozer tanks" of which there were only four in total.

First, the number is small. Any technical and tactical equipment that cannot reach a certain scale on the front battlefield, no matter how good and powerful it is, will hardly have a qualitative effect on the battle situation. This is a basic truth of war.

Of course, some weapons that are particularly large, heavy, and extremely expensive are excluded.

For example, the Red Stalingrad is a youthful strategic weapon of this era. "When the big guns sound, the parents raise you in vain" is not a joke.

So based on this truth of war, and the fact that there are indeed higher priority targets at the moment - the follow-up reinforcement vehicles that are constantly pouring in from the bridge deck, the SS armored soldiers really didn't take those "bulldozer tanks" seriously at first.

But in contrast, this somewhat arrogant and underestimating behavior soon paid a price. Those bulky and huge Russian bulldozers soon proved with practical actions how stupid the enemy was to dare to underestimate them.

Every time any of the four IS7s fired, in the huge roar of fire, there would almost certainly be an unlucky German tank that was hit and penetrated by the huge projectile head-on, like a pair of tongs poking butter, being penetrated by the armor and poured in mercilessly.

In the end, either the armor fragments exploded into "human popcorn" in the car, and the bullets and armor fragments of varying sizes and in huge numbers instantly cut most of the living things in the car into a bloody mess.

Or, the power cabin was penetrated and the fuel was ignited, and the fire was on the spot. The more unlucky ones even directly ignited the ammunition rack, and the head was taken off on the spot, becoming the pioneer of German spaceflight, making a huge explosion in the dark and turning into a bright burning torch.

I don't know what magic the Russians cast on the shells, or maybe the main gun was blessed and opened by Stalin.

In short, the situation is very weird.

No matter what tank the SS side has, from the fourth to the King Tiger, none of them can withstand the roaring and fierce bombardment of those Russian tanks.

As long as the angle of the shell is not too tricky and it is not bounced off, then the only result is that the armor is penetrated. The difference is that the aftereffects after penetration are different. Even the seemingly invincible upper armor of the Tiger King cannot withstand the heavy artillery bombardment.

I know that your Russian artillery is powerful, but this is too damn powerful, right?

The visible and continuous losses soon made the SS armored soldiers, who already had limited manpower, feel painful.

With no choice, they could only temporarily turn the muzzle and change the main target to those bulldozer tanks that seriously threatened their survival.

Otherwise, let alone completing the mission, it should be said that before the mission is completed, most of the SS armored soldiers will have to die in this hellhole along with their vehicles.

Swoosh——

Ding-bang——

Buzz——

The enemy's armor-piercing shells hit the front of the turret directly, but the huge metal impact sound echoed in the car because they did not penetrate and were bounced away. Kurbalov, who was absolutely confident in the defense of his car, just laughed instead of getting angry.

"Very good! That's it! The enemy tanks' attention has been drawn to us, and those Nazi dogs know the pain! Keep firing! Let them feel more pain!!!"

If you don't hurt those bastards, they will never focus on you.

Either you clean your neck, stand there and wait for my 130mm cannon to blast you one by one; or you turn the muzzle and change the target to try to crush me first and then eliminate the threat.

Of course, Kurbalov hoped that the SS would cherish their lives and cherish their precious technical equipment, and choose the latter option, and the actual result was just as he hoped.

After all, who can withstand the bombardment of 130mm armor-piercing shells with an average rate of fire of 10 seconds? The choice of the SS armored soldiers was both reasonable and expected.

The direct anti-armor firepower was all hitting the IS7, and the pressure was concentrated on their side.

The BMP43 infantry fighting vehicles charging on the bridge deck would be much safer, and the extremely fragile defense pressure in front of the Chang 88 and 105 Tiger IIs would be greatly reduced.

Like a magnet attracting pins, the four IS7s continuously absorbed various anti-armor firepower and stood firm. Between the clanging metal impact sounds and the flashing sparks, a greater crisis quietly approached in the darkness.