Chapter 883 Are You Looking for This?

It is a good idea to lay down your weapons and surrender immediately, but Major Beck, who heard that life in the Russian prisoner-of-war camp was extremely difficult, did not think that he had to choose to surrender for the time being, and he still had a way out behind him.

"Don't worry about the Russian army, cross the bridge quickly! We have buried explosives on the bridge, and crossing the bridge will be our victory! As long as we cross the bridge, we can blow up all these Russians!"

Major Beck, who could only hear the fierce gunfire, did not know that the control room of the bridgehead on the other side had been destroyed. The anxious German army had no hope of blowing up the bridge now.

Major Beck, who did not resist at all, led a group of people under his command to run away at the speed of light without looking back. Such a scene made Lavrinenko, who led the team to kill, very angry.

"A bunch of cowardly wimps!"

"All crews speed up, infantry get ready to get off the bridgehead immediately! Main guns fire carefully, be careful not to blow up the bridge!"

The fierce explosion of guns and artillery rang out in the bridgehead on the opposite bank, and the flying shells and fragments even broke several searchlights that were originally used for lighting.

The scene was basically almost pitch black, with only the flashes of guns and artillery flashing. Major Baker, who didn't know what the situation on the other side was, had to judge for himself that the war was in a tense state or in favor of his side. The group of disguised Russians who had just crossed the bridge couldn't have wiped out more than half of the infantry battalion so quickly, right?

"Everyone, speed up! Get ready for battle!"

Major Baker's loud shouts echoed in his ears, and the rookie Duke, who was running fast after veteran Fritz, seemed a little panicked. The hurried footsteps of his comrades beside him kept beating in his heart like drums, and his whole little heart was beating fast, which was extremely nervous.

"Fritz, Fritz! Wait for me, run slower, I can't catch up with you!"

Duke, a rookie, ran as fast as he could, holding his frozen Mauser 98K rifle. He was already out of breath after running less than a bridge. However, the veteran Fritz, who was running in front, didn't seem to care about Duke's feelings. He just ran fast by himself, and didn't even say a word in reply.

The fierce gunfire coming from the darkness was getting closer and closer. The veteran Fritz, who estimated that his visibility was no more than a dozen meters away, secretly complained, complaining about why the moon, which had just sprinkled the cold and desolate moonlight on the earth, hid in the dark clouds at this most critical moment.

Several destroyed cars and the bridgehead control room sprayed out scorching flames, illuminating the surrounding darkness and several dead bodies lying on the snow next to them. The orange-red jumping flames against the wide-open, unwilling corpses looked particularly creepy against the backdrop of the surrounding snow.

The fierce gunfire that had just sounded suddenly stopped. Major Baker, who had arrived at the bridgehead and was about to fight with his weapons, suddenly lost his target. This strange situation was obviously not within Major Baker's expectations.

"Why did the gunfire stop? Is the battle over and those Russians have been eliminated?"

Major Baker, who was holding the roadblock bunker, knew that there was not much time left for him to hesitate. No matter who won the battle on the opposite side that had gradually stopped and cooled down, he had to lead the team across the bridge as soon as possible. Then quickly find the spare detonator and blow up this damn bridge before the Russian army crossed the bridge!

"Forward, battle formation! No firing without my order!"

Major Baker, for the sake of safety, issued an order that he would soon regret.

Major Baker, who believed that his side had the upper hand in terms of manpower, chose to believe that the winner would be his side, and those Russians who pretended to cross the bridge must have been lying on the ground, or they were outnumbered and surrendered before they stopped resisting and the guns and cannons were gone.

No matter which result, it could only be his side's victory. After a little thought, Major Baker firmly believed in this, just as it was natural and justified to get what he deserved.

Hiding in a bunker in the dark with a German M35 helmet on his head, a young Red Army soldier who was urgently recruited to join the army and transferred to the front three months ago was a little nervous. His palms were full of sweat as he held the German MP40 submachine gun tightly with gloves on. It was indeed too exciting to wear a German uniform and do a camouflage raid.

"Comrade Battalion Commander, why don't we open fire? Those Germans are already crossing the bridge."

The young soldier was lucky. Lying next to him less than a meter away was the commander of their infantry battalion, the one who was "tricked" by Malashenko without knowing it earlier and led people to rob Miss Dora.

Holding a PPSh submachine gun shell in his mouth as a decompression artifact, Limavov grinded his teeth and made a clacking sound. He has been fighting since the outbreak of the Great Patriotic War last year. He has been a soldier at the grassroots level and has used the heads of Germans to step up to the position of battalion commander. He is undoubtedly a calm veteran with rich combat experience and patience at critical moments.

The words that Malashenko personally gave orders after the battle just ended still echoed in his ears. Battalion Commander Limavov, who remembered the order, has been waiting for the arrival of the last moment, waiting for the moment when all the German infantrymen have crossed the bridge and have no cover, and can be knocked down instantly.

The young soldier had already given up hope when he didn't see the battalion commander reply, but a sudden shout suddenly exploded when he least expected it.

"Now, fire! Shoot!"

Boom boom boom --

Da da da --

Boom --

The countless fierce flames that burst out from the darkness instantly knocked down a large number of German infantrymen who were only armed and on guard. The grenade that flew out from nowhere was accurately thrown into the center of the crowd, and the smoking M24 potato masher made a loud noise, directly blowing away all the German soldiers who were close to a squad around.

Major Baker, who was caught off guard and hit by a club on the head, realized that those searchlights that seemed to be destroyed by the crossfire were intentional, and the same was true for the wreckage of the vehicles around that were burning and illuminating the surroundings in the dark night.

The German soldiers, who were in the dark, had no idea where the enemy was and fired randomly based on their feelings, while the Russians in disguise in the dark could clearly see their own positions illuminated by the fire. This one-sided battle had no chance of winning since the gunfire started.

"Damn it! Damn it! Fritz, come with me, find the spare detonator, quickly!"

At this point, Major Beck no longer dared to hope to break through or fight out. As a soldier, his last duty drove him to find the spare detonator and blow up the entire Don River Bridge first.

And the spare wire-guided detonator was placed on the first shore pier under the bridgehead, in a very hidden small secret door known only to a few garrison officers. It was an emergency response measure reserved to prevent the electrical wires in the bridge control room from malfunctioning or being damaged. Now was the best time to activate it.

Taking advantage of the chaos of gunfire, he took Fritz, an old soldier with whom he had a close personal relationship, and flew over the railing to the bridge. The first shore pier supporting the Don River Bridge was less than 30 meters away, close at hand.

Major Baker ran towards the pier desperately, with only time in his mind, and the old soldier Fritz who followed him was like a frightened bird. While running, he kept looking back to see if there were any Russian pursuers catching up. The two of them who were running wildly did not notice that four pairs of eyes in the dark had quietly stared at them.

"Quick! The backup detonator is here, Fritz, open the door and press the button!"

The old soldier Fritz, who arrived at the pier first, threw the weapon in his hand aside, and found the secret door where the backup detonator was located according to the direction of Major Baker, and pulled it open instantly.

"How could this be?"

On the abrupt detonator, only an iron box remained. The key lever that could blow up the Don River Bridge instantly by pressing it down hard was missing, just like the key to go home that suddenly disappeared from the keyhole.

When the stunned veteran Fritz and the hurried Major Fritz were speechless, a tall figure gently shaking the disassembled lever in his hand had already flashed out from the shadow behind the unnoticed bridge pier.

"Sorry for the wait, are you looking for this thing?"