Chapter 869 Fortunately I Can Speak Russian

Karl, who was quite smart, had already predicted that his side would be defeated quickly, so from the beginning of the fight, he took his little brother Martin to guard the second trench further back, symbolically raising the MP40 submachine gun in his hand. Just shoot with your hand.

Da da da da——

boom--

"Karl, you are wasting bullets. You can't hit anything by raising the gun above your head and shooting outside."

Martin leaned out of the trench and fired a shot carefully. He pulled the bolt of the Mauser 98K rifle in his hand and ejected the shell. At the same time, he kindly reminded the recruit that he obviously still didn't understand why his elder brother would do that.

"Idiot! Save your life and prepare to run away! Stick your head out and shoot. Do you want to teach the Russians marksmanship or artillery skills?"

call out--

"ah!!!"

Before Karl could finish his words, a bullet flew from nowhere and hit another German soldier next to him in the face unexpectedly.

The German soldier, whose entire face was blown away by machine gun bullets, fell to the ground in pain, bleeding and screaming. He was covering the wound the size of a child's fist with his hand, and it was obvious that he would not live long.

"It's useless, he won't survive"

Karl reached out to stop Martin, who was about to step forward to save him, and responded coldly. Karl, who had long passed the age of fanatical belief, was used to seeing too much bloodshed and fighting on the battlefield, and he knew what kind of wounds could be saved and what kind of wounds could be saved. There is no point in saving such a wound.

"Did you see it? This is what you will get if you stick your head out and shoot! If you want to live, just obey me! You don't even want to see your mother again, right?"

Martin, who admitted that he was almost scared to wet his pants, nodded mechanically. Under the influence of Karl's instigation, his strong desire to survive had long ago crushed his oath of allegiance to the Führer and his fanatical belief to the corner of nowhere. Never seen again.

The German guards, who did not have an anti-tank gun in their hands, were quickly crushed in the face by the Soviet heavy tanks at full power.

The roaring diesel engine drove the rolling steel tracks to crush the last resistance. The Germans tried to use all methods, even cluster grenades, to attack but still had no effect. Finally, they could no longer bear it. The almost invincible opponent was far away. The iron will of an army can be broken more than the tragic sacrifice of comrades.

"Retreat! Retreat backward! Retreat and regroup, quickly!"

Karl, who had long expected this outcome, had already dragged the somewhat immature Martin to take the first step. Before the tracks of the Soviet heavy tanks crushed the first unlucky guy, he passed through the traffic trench, jumped out of the position, and headed towards the deployment. In the last defensive position beside Miss Dora, she lowered her body and ran away.

"Ready! Load, load quickly!"

"Aim at the Russian tanks, quick!"

The only anti-tank gun battery assigned to Miss Dora was finally pushed out at the last moment when the building was about to collapse.

The 50mm anti-tank gun that usually seemed useless now became the last life-saving straw. Karl, who didn't even look at the anti-tank gun emplacement, took Martin directly through the side and guarded the door. Pulling the second lady behind, he stopped in front of a loading and unloading truck and breathed heavily.

"Why not go to the anti-tank gun position? Isn't that our last line of defense?"

Carl took out the empty magazine of the MP40 submachine gun in his hand and leaned against the train leather to change the magazine of the weapon in his hand. He was almost too lazy to answer Martin's almost idiotic question.

"Oh, you ask me why?"

boom--

The IS1 heavy tanks that were the first to rush into the position turned their muzzles and sprayed fire. The powerful 85mm high-explosive shells directly hit the anti-tank gun emplacements that had just been arranged. These were so pitiful that they did not have any earthwork bunkers. The anti-tank guns directly blasted into the sky together with the man and the gun.

The remaining anti-tank guns soon followed in the footsteps of the IS1 heavy tank's main gun and flew into the sky. Martin, who was still hopeful, almost dropped his jaw to his feet. The mouth grew.

"Do you really think those Russian armored soldiers are fools? Don't know who poses the greatest threat to them? That's why!"

After a few rounds of anti-tank guns, Malashenko fired up a pile of broken copper and iron water pipes and directed the troops to continue charging forward. However, within a hundred meters of driving out, he encountered an unexpected conflict again. incident.

Dong dong dong dong dong dong——

Ding-ding-dang-dang crackling——

I don’t know how many fearless anti-aircraft guns that emerged from that crack in the ground dared to tease their own tiger beards!

The four-mounted Flak 38 20mm anti-aircraft cannon poured out firepower at a high rate of fire of 800 rounds per minute. The intensive 20mm armor-piercing bullet belts hit Malashenko's car at the front of the team. Free car wash service.

Malashenko, whose ears were filled with the sound of ricocheting and unpenetrated bullets, was irritated and furious on the spot. He raised his leg and kicked Iushkin in front of him in the middle of the back.

"Death! Hitler's lackey!"

boom--

The 85 mm full-caliber high-explosive shell waiting to be fired in the breech roared out at the enemy again under the violent impact of the firing pin. The second Miss Dora's exclusive air defense battalion, who refused to give up its mission whether life or death, soon ushered in He met his ultimate doom and was bombarded into a pile of junk. The company took the artillery crew to meet Kaiser Wilhelm II and report on their work.

Malachenko, who had fought his way through all the obstacles and finally defeated all the enemies who dared to stand up to him, was only a few steps away from the final victory!

Realizing that the time had come, Malachenko grabbed the transmitter beside him, pressed the call button and loudly ordered all the crews of the brigade.

"The main gun is prohibited from firing at anything on the rails, the wagons and the big iron block! Only machine guns are allowed to clear the remaining enemies. Repeat! The main gun is prohibited from firing at anything on the rails, that's my baby!"

Ivushkin, who was made unemployed on the spot by Malachenko's order, turned his head with a question mark on his face, obviously not reacting to what Malachenko just said.

"Your treasure?"

"What I say is mine is mine! Why are you talking so much nonsense? Use your coaxial machine gun! There are more Germans than rats in your hometown village! Fight!"

Ura——

The final sprint was launched not only by the First Heavy Tank Brigade of the Guards commanded by Malashenko, but also by the accompanying Red Army soldiers who had just pinned down the Germans who had resisted stubbornly in a small position.

The powerful red infantry tanks and iron streams directly broke through the remaining German troops running around like a flood.

The miscellaneous servants of Miss Dora, who were not direct combatants on the front line, saw that their side was doomed. No matter how fast they ran, they could not turn as fast as the Russians' steel tracks and tank wheels. They simply gave up resistance and escaped, throwing down their weapons, and raised their hands and arms to the sky, stopping this short resistance that lasted only three or two cigarettes.

Martin, who was hiding behind Miss Dora with Carl, was so scared that his legs were shaking. He could clearly see with his naked eyes that a tall Russian armored soldier who was much taller than himself came out of the Russian steel monster in the front. As soon as he jumped out of the car, several Russian officers immediately surrounded him. It was obvious that there was a big boss.

"What should we do? Carl, those Russians will find us soon. They are coming! You should think of a way!"

Seeing that the last resistance had stopped, even those stupid people who had never been on the front line and pretended to be dead were pulled out by the Russians one by one after checking the bodies. Carl, who knew that he had met a tough guy this time, finally sighed and gave up completely.

"These Russians are obviously coming for us. They are definitely not ordinary simple troops."

"Throw away the gun. Do you remember what I told you? You don't need these things to be a good Frenchman. Now, follow my example and raise your hands higher. Fortunately, I have learned a few words of Russian."