Chapter 853 No One Survives

The second lieutenant platoon leader dropped his gun, turned around, and ran away immediately. He looked so panicked, as if he was not doing anything. After being prepared, he chose to run away with his back to the enemy on a spur of the moment decision.

"Damn it! Andillo, danger, come back!!!"

Desperate Captain Vasil shouted the names of his comrades with all his strength, but it was already too late for the escaping platoon leader who turned his back to the enemy.

A barrage of crimson tracer machine guns from nowhere killed the young platoon leader.

A total of thirteen rounds of 62mm machine gun bullets tore through the military uniform on the back, shattered the fragile ribs and spine, and together with the bone fragments, pressed the fragile internal organs into the chest and beat them into a pile of flesh and blood. paste.

The warhead, which kept rolling but still had strong remaining kinetic energy, broke open the chest with a terrifying cavity effect and burst out, almost tearing the fragile chest into pieces in an extremely cruel way that was no less brutal than an alien chest rupture.

When the right foot that was originally suspended in mid-air landed on the ground again, what collapsed was a heavy corpse with eyes wide open and an expression of disbelief.

Ula——

Five seconds is very short, so short that it may not even be enough to take out a lighter to light the cigarette in his mouth. It is even short enough for Captain Wasile, who once again witnessed the death of his comrades, to turn around and see for himself. Take a look at what those Russian soldiers who rushed to the position with roars looked like.

The Russian soldiers rushed towards the ruined position with rifles with bayonets in their hands. Facing a completely different enemy, they did not hesitate at all. They held out the cold silver bayonets with both hands and stabbed into the warm blood in an instant. Hot chest, blood splattered everywhere.

The position was breached in just the blink of an eye. Captain Vasile had no time to react before he was blocked by three Russian soldiers who rushed up close to him.

Captain Vasile, who had no time to think too much, raised his weapon and pulled his trigger first before the Russian soldiers opened fire.

Click——

The moment the trigger was pulled, what came from the barrel of the gun was not the explosive sound of violently burning propellant, but a hollow and desperate sound of the firing pin hitting nothing.

Destiny did not even leave Captain Vasile time to be surprised or regretful. The Russian soldier at the front fired the trigger from the waist while running.

Da da da da da da——

The Bobosha submachine gun that Captain Vasile wanted so much brought about the end of his fate. Nearly twenty rounds of 62mm Tokarev pistol bullets were like filling jelly beans into a bottle. It was poured into Captain Vasile's body instantly.

Captain Vasile, whose vision was downward, could even witness with his own eyes the dance of blood spurting out of his body, with blood splattering everywhere, before he felt the pain.

His weak body leaned back and hit the cold ground heavily.

The moment the back of his head hit the ground and his helmet banged on the hard ground, Captain Vasil unconsciously turned his head to the left and saw the last scene left to him by fate. That was the bombing of his best friend Lieutenant Pavel. The head was broken into half and then fell to his feet.

"Haha, cough us, let's go home right now, go home together, brother"

Trying to use the last bit of strength to reach the half of the head that is so close and within reach.

But regardless of whether Captain Vasil, who was spitting out blood, had enough strength to do this, the Russian soldiers who had to make up for it clearly would not give him such a chance again.

Da da da--

This time, the scorching bullet not only shattered Captain Wasile's heart, but also pierced his throat, which was used to breathe and make sounds. The fingertips that had just been lifted into the air felt like they were being twisted for an instant. It fell back to the ground heavily like an extinguished candle. It was no longer possible to make the slightest move and lost its vitality forever.

"Keep going! Comrades, crush the fascist lackeys, Ulla!"

Ula——

The last thing Captain Wasile thought before he completely lost consciousness was probably a very simple sentence.

"It turns out that those Russian heavy tanks are really so huge."

The cold winter wind blew on the cold steel body, instantly condensing the originally warm blood into crystal clear crimson ice crystals.

The No. 177 number on the armor plate on the front of the car body has not changed. The Guards logo and the white bear head logo painted on the huge and solid turret do not care about any disguise. Malashenko is holding a radio transmitter in his hand. Holding the commander's periscope in front of him with one hand, he gave orders to all channels.

"Advance at low speed! Each gunner keeps suppressing machine gun fire, and the main gun is deactivated! Suppress those Fascist lackeys until they can't even lift their heads!"

The resistance of the first defensive position that was blown into the lunar surface was actually far less than Malashenko expected.

The fighting will of those Romanian soldiers cannot be said to be absent. In Malashenko's opinion, the vast majority of them have even exceeded the level of a qualified soldier.

However, poor and inferior equipment levels and far inferior field command and organizational capabilities than the German army led to their failure.

Malachenko even saw with his own eyes that about a squad of Romanian soldiers, all crowded in the same huge crater, poked their heads out and fired volleys, and finally made an IS1 heavy tank, which was annoyed by the tickling Mars attack, turn its gun muzzle and fired 85mm high-explosive shells to the sky.

Such stupid tactical command would never happen to the German Wehrmacht, which was slippery like loaches. These Romanian soldiers with extremely poor comprehensive combat effectiveness were almost killed by the accompanying infantry who rushed to the position in less than a cigarette.

The few light machine gun fire points that resisted stubbornly were also swept into sieves by a bunch of coaxial machine guns with concentrated fire. Malachenko, who calmly accepted the reality that the battle was much simpler than he expected, once again opened his mouth to give orders.

"Continue the attack! Target the second defensive position, the First Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, charge!"

The Soviet heavy artillery group that extended its artillery fire to the second defensive position had just stopped its 80-minute artillery preparation. The second defensive position, which was much more solid than the first defensive position, was in a miserable state at the moment. It could only be said that it was slightly better than the first defensive position that had been breached.

The biggest obstacle to the second defensive position was not the stubborn resistance of the remaining Romanian soldiers, but the huge craters that were scattered everywhere like moon craters.

Malashenko, who was sitting in the driver's seat like a rocking car, tried his best to stabilize his body. After the fog dissipated, the second defensive position ignited by the war was already within reach.