Chapter 881: Disguise and Move Forward

When the convoy rumbled past him, Major Baker, who was still standing on the side of the bridgehead, finally had a panoramic view.

These huge heavy tanks at the head were all models he had never seen before, and each one looked very new, as if it had just been manufactured. The red and black flags used for air defense identification were hung on the side of the turret, which was extremely eye-catching.

There was nothing strange about the snow-white winter paint, but the infantrymen sitting outside the tanks with their MP40s and Mauser 98Ks in their arms looked a little wrong and familiar. There were also some things that he felt were not right, but no matter how hard he thought, he could not get the answer for a while.

"It's so strange, what is this feeling? Is it because I'm too sleepy?"

Just as Major Baker was still standing there thinking hard, a figure holding an MP40 submachine gun quietly stepped forward and asked a question.

"Are there new heavy tanks being dispatched so late? I remember that several were dispatched during the day. Are these the ones that have fallen behind?"

"New heavy tanks?"

Major Baker was slightly surprised when he heard this. He had no idea that there were so-called "new heavy tanks" being dispatched.

During the day, Major Baker had acute gastroenteritis because of a stomach upset. He lay in bed for almost a whole day. After taking the medicine prescribed by the military doctor, he felt much better in the evening. He replaced the brother who was on duty during the day, so Major Baker should have been on the day shift instead of the night shift.

"Oh, I forgot, you were not here during the day."

Fritz took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and took out two of them. He and Major Baker each took one. The veteran Fritz, who was puffing smoke, spoke again.

"It was around noon when a few new heavy tanks that were said to be coming to support arrived at the bridgehead."

"Those new heavy tanks were big, very big to be exact. I felt like they were as big as three Type 4 tanks put together."

"I had just changed shifts and was startled by these huge guys I had never seen before. I was curious and approached them to see what was going on. The armored soldiers were all exposed outside the tanks. When I was waiting in line to cross the bridge, I randomly picked one of them and asked."

"The armored soldier on the tank told me What was the name of the tank they were driving? Oh, yes, it was called Tiger, the Tiger VI heavy tank. Those tanks were equipped with an 88mm cannon, and the armor looked quite strong. Compared with the Russian tractors, they looked like works of art.

Fritz, who was boasting about what he had seen and heard, had no intention of stopping. He flicked the ash in his hand and continued to speak.

"Those tanks were painted with mammoths and iron cross logos. I have never seen them before. I guess they may be the latest armored forces."

Mammoth, Iron Cross, logo? ? ?

As the saying goes, the speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

The casual words of veteran Fritz were like a depth charge dropped into a pond, which produced a terrifying effect. Major Baker, who seemed to have grasped some key details, turned his head and stepped forward, patted Fritz on the shoulder and asked questions repeatedly.

"Did you see the paint logo on those heavy tanks? Didn't they cover the side of the turret with the air force identification flag? "

Air Force identification flag? On the side of the turret?

Fritz, whose shoulders were held down, even dropped the half-smoked cigarette butt in his mouth onto the ground. He was confused and spoke subconsciously.

"Hey, wait, wait! Baker, don't you think there is something wrong with what you said? Why put the Air Force identification flag on the side of the turret? As far as I know, it should be on the roof, right? If it is on the side of the turret, how can I see the Iron Cross and Mammoth logo? This doesn't make sense."

In a moment, just a moment.

Major Baker, who had just woken up from a dream, finally understood everything!

"Damn it! There is something wrong with the convoy that just crossed the bridge, Fritz! Blow the whistle! Notify everyone to gather immediately"

Boom——

Da da da da——

Ura——

Major Baker was interrupted by the sudden fierce gunfire. He felt his eyes go dark and almost fainted. He really made a big mistake! The convoy was really the Russians pretending to be just as he expected!

Time went back to less than a minute ago. Malashenko, who led the convoy to pass two-thirds of the distance of the bridge and was only a few feet away from the bridgehead on the other side, could no longer hold back. He opened the turret cover of his car from the outside and immediately jumped into it. He didn't bother to take off the German colonel's cap on his head and gave orders almost instantly.

"At 11 o'clock, the bridgehead duty room, aim and boom! Iushkin! Fire! "

When the leading tank suddenly braked and stopped less than 20 meters away from the bridgehead roadblock, the German soldiers who were already moving the roadblocks even had their guns thrown behind their backs instead of in their hands.

Boom——

The powerful 85mm high-explosive projectile tore through the silence of the night. The projectile's high-speed spiral sprint through the air and screamed like the scream of death. In an instant, it crashed into the room marked by Malashenko. The bridgehead duty room gave the order, and then burst out with bright flames and loud noises.

Before the German soldiers who were shocked by the huge explosion could react, the camouflaged Red Army soldiers who had been waiting and preparing for this moment had already taken the lead.

Red Army soldiers wearing captured German military uniforms jumped out of the car one by one. The soldiers hiding in the Lightning Opel truck also showed their weapons at almost the same time and filed out, almost all of which were composed of intensive firepower from automatic weapons. Immediately followed by high-pitched shouts of killing.

"Kill all the fascists! Comrades, Ulla!"

Ding-ding——

The sound of shell cases being unloaded and falling into the collection box under the breech echoed loudly. Malashenko, who was holding the commander's periscope in his hand, gave the order again without any hesitation.

"Seryozha, let's go! Rush directly over, crush the roadblock and rush to the other side!"

"High-explosive bombs, quick!"

The German soldiers were directly confused by the sudden attack. Some of them still haven't realized what was going on. How come their own tanks that had passed the bridgehead on the other side suddenly opened fire on their own people?

"Russians! They are not our own people, they are Russians! Go find the detonator and blow up the bridge!"