Chapter 681 Death Station (Part 2)

It was 7:38 in the morning, just after the three German Stukas had flown away.

With the sound of steel tracks grinding into his ears, the German attacking force that Malashenko had been waiting for for a long time finally appeared in his field of vision.

"Two tanks, three assault guns, first attack the long-nosed Type 4 in the front!"

The first batch of German troops that rushed out from the corner of the block was an infantry-tank coordinated force consisting of two Type 4 tanks and three Type 3 assault guns F, as well as a total of about 100 infantrymen.

After a day of fierce fighting yesterday, the German army summed up its experience and lessons at night, and dispersed the field assault gun battalion to various assault teams to serve as mobile shelters and frontal direct fire support.

The gun barrels of the two Type 4 tanks were one long and one short, and the German infantrymen following closely were mostly armed with automatic weapons, and even some PPSh submachine guns that were captured from somewhere. The sharp-eyed Malashenko even saw a few German soldiers following the assault guns cautiously holding SVT-40 semi-automatic rifles, which were relatively rare in Soviet infantry divisions.

Having just pierced through the last Soviet block defense line in front of the train station, this German assault unit, which was rushing towards the train station without stopping, looked a little embarrassed.

Some German soldiers who were only slightly injured but could not leave the front line even had bloody bandages wrapped around their arms. This situation, in which some combat power had been consumed, was exactly what Malashenko wanted to see.

"Don't fire yet, wait until they get closer, close enough that they can't turn around and hide in the street, then wait patiently."

Malachenko, who was sitting in the driver's seat behind Iushkin, patiently and softly gave orders. Since he had decided to fight, he had to try to eat up all the German assault teams, whose strength was still unknown. It was not Malachenko's usual style to fight half and let half run away.

The German assault teams that came out from the corners of the block one after another were also very vigilant.

The German infantrymen who had been crouching behind the armored units all the way forward in search formations and scattered in all directions. The unusually wide line of skirmishers was enough to minimize the damage caused by any machine gun fire that was caught off guard.

The German soldiers who walked in the front carefully, holding their weapons tightly, were like stealing mice who were looking around to see if there was a cat. They were cautious and did not dare to be careless.

"Two hundred meters is almost there."

Just when Malashenko, holding his breath, was considering whether to order Iushkin to fire immediately, the long-barreled Type 4 tank in the front suddenly had its turret cover pushed open and a man came out of it.

Malashenko, who had already raised his hand in the air and was ready to pat Iushkin on the shoulder to order him to fire, froze in an instant. What on earth did this German tank commander, whose operation was so slick that Malashenko couldn't understand, want to do?

"Damn, is this dog crazy? Drilling out of the turret at this time?"

Holding the tank commander's periscope and staring at the German tank commander who had his upper body sticking out of the turret, Malashenko soon saw that the arrogant German tank commander reached out and called a German infantryman who was following his tank. They talked to each other and it seemed like he was giving the German infantryman some instructions and assignments.

"Do you want to fight?"

Iushkin, with his right eye glued to the main gun sight, was like a statue, motionlessly asking questions to Malashenko behind him.

Malashenko, who thought that the German tank commander would not be able to do anything more, was about to give a definite answer, but a sudden and crisp gunshot interrupted his action and instantly echoed over the slightly silent train station.

Bang--

"Uh"

A sniper deployed on the roof of the waiting hall together with the anti-aircraft gun position fired the first shot in this brutal battle.

The Mosin-Nagant M1891/30 rifle with a PU 5x optical sight sprayed hot muzzle fire, and the 62X54mm rifle bullet rushed out of the slender barrel at a high speed with a spin-stabilized trajectory and flew straight towards the target.

The German commander, who was bending over and talking to the infantry company commander beside the vehicle, was completely unaware of the rapid approach of death. The hot 62mm rifle bullet penetrated the military cap on his head and shot straight into his temple, instantly piercing the head of a good man.

The brain tissue mixed with sticky plasma splashed down like smashing a watermelon, and the infantry company commander who was caught off guard under the vehicle was immediately covered with blood.

The soul-stirring crisp gunshots echoed in the minds of all the creatures around him. Half of his head was directly blown away by the full-power rifle bullet with strong kinetic energy. The German commander, who had no chance of survival, immediately tilted his head and died on the spot. His body was hung outside the turret in such a miserable way, leaving the smashed brain tissue and sticky plasma flowing down.

"Russian! Russian sharpshooter!"

"Train station! It's in the train station ahead!"

"Hide! Hide now!"

The opening shot was like a drop of ice water thrown into a boiling oil pan. Malashenko, who had no time to pursue responsibility, immediately pressed down with his right hand and hit Ivushkin's shoulder. His right foot, which had already been on the launch pedal, immediately stepped down hard to make a roar.

Boom——

Just ten seconds after the unfortunate German tank commander had half of his head blown off, the 85mm hooded armor-piercing grenade from Malashenko's No. 177 regiment-level command vehicle immediately tore open the upper armor of the Type 4 tank without a tank commander and poured into it.

The violent explosion of ammunition tore all the destructible objects into pieces and scattered them. Some of the German soldiers who were frightened out of their wits by the gunshot did not even have time to find a suitable shelter to hide themselves. The armor fragments that came towards them unexpectedly tore their flesh at a very close distance and took their lives.

"Fire! All of you fire! Kill all these Germans on the street!"

Major Nikolayev, who was wearing a blindfold and had only one eye left, shouted orders to the soldiers around him. Everything that could fire bullets was fired at the enemy only 200 meters away. The fierce firepower like a storm made the German army, which was hit by unexpected attacks one after another, lose its direction for a while.

"Second car, aim at the assault gun next to it and kill it first!"

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

"Try this! Fascist running dogs!"

The German army, which had just launched a search formation in front of the train station, did not expect that the Russian opponents would hide dozens of tanks in the train station where they could not see, and also did not expect that such a heavy force would be deployed in this small train station waiting for them.