The huge explosion shook everything around him like a volcanic eruption. Even while sitting in the car, Wittmann could still feel the terrifying noise, but he still had no intention of giving up.
He had already escaped once and didn't want to escape a second time.
Although the Russian monster tank in front of him seemed invincible, Wittmann was still constantly looking for ways to deal with it, and never considered giving up from the beginning to the end.
Unfortunately, before the determined Wittmann could give the order to continue firing, the situation on the battlefield immediately began to develop in an unexpected direction.
Wittmann, who was holding his commander's command tower with his hand, would never have imagined that this cruel battle that burned steel and grinded flesh and blood would eventually be defeated by the German infantry who could not hold on any longer.
The paragraph is announced when the formation comes.
"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat to the starting position! Machine gun cover, stop those Russians, quickly!"
"Assistant shooter, I need an assistant shooter! Where is the assistant shooter?"
"Over there, the Russians are coming! Uh-huh -"
While holding the bayonet tightly in one hand, the other hand held an engineer shovel that had been ripped off the corpse of an unlucky SS soldier.
By now, Major Varosha no longer knows where his Bobosha submachine gun is. What's even more exaggerated is that even the holster of the armed belt on his waist is empty, and the holder that was originally contained in it is empty.
Who knows where the Karev TT33 pistol is now? Major Varosha, who has used up all the bullets he carried, has become a close combat assault soldier.
"Yeah! Hey——"
Pfft——
The dull sound of the blade penetrating into the flesh is almost the same as the sound of slaughtering animals. The only difference is that after being stabbed like this, ordinary animals will immediately jump around in pain, jump all over the ground, and moan incessantly.
But this was not the case for the SS soldier who was stabbed through the stomach by Major Varosha. Although the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth had covered his entire chin and fell to his feet, this soldier held on tightly.
The SS soldier who had the bayonet inserted into his stomach still had a ferocious look on his face, enduring the pain, and the hatred in his inhuman eyes could have cut a living person alive.
Unfortunately, there is no such thing as a look that kills in this world. The SS soldier who was suddenly stabbed directly to the vital point lost even the 98K rifle with the bayonet in his hand and fell to the ground. So and so.
No matter how unwilling he was when he was seriously injured, there was no way he could compete with Major Varosha who only had a few scratches all over his body and no injuries at all.
"Keep looking at your mother like this! Fascist bastard!"
bass--
A flash of cold light flashed between the light and shadow of the sword.
The shovel head has been polished to a silvery shine, and the extremely sharp engineer shovel is only operated with one hand. With a vigorous wave, Major Varosha still holds the bayonet handle with one hand, using such a not particularly comfortable
It was unfolded in a relatively awkward and somewhat awkward manner, and the head of the half-dead SS soldier across from him was cut off with a shovel, and it was cut off on the spot.
The extremely sharp engineer shovel not only cut off the muscles, but also split the entire spinal bone in two instantly like a kitchen knife cutting into a big pig bone.
A headless corpse spurted out a lot of blood, lost the ability to stand, and fell to the ground instantly.
A big good head like a rubber ball fell from the air and fell to the ground. He raised his feet and kicked away the headless corpse that was kneeling on the ground. At the same time, he also pulled out the blood-soaked bayonet.
Major Varosha, who stood there for a while and took a few deep breaths to relieve his strength, had no time to regain his composure. The nearest guard soldier who had solved the difficult opponent immediately ran forward quickly.
"Comrade Battalion Commander, look! The Germans are retreating and they want to run away! We won!"
When Major Varosha, who was holding on to the trench with one hand and breathing heavily, heard this, he was stunned for a moment and ignored his already exhausted body. He immediately turned around and jogged two steps to a place with a better view.
Position, stretched out his head and looked around, and saw that the scene just mentioned was really happening right in front of his eyes.
"Ha...ha...this bunch of naughty lackeys! Come on, come on! Varosha can fight you for another three hundred rounds! You are a bunch of bastards, cowards, and cowards!"
Major Varosha, who had killed countless enemies with his own hands, was qualified to say such cruel words, but the soldier who was responsible for the battalion commander's security still had doubts.
"Comrade Battalion Commander, aren't we going to pursue you? Now is a great opportunity to expand our victory!"
Is there any problem with the little warrior’s question?
No problem, it would be strange if the 1st Heavy Tank Brigade of Stalin's Guards in the past didn't chase these SS scumbags out of the position.
Malashenko, who never mind beating up a drowned dog, never lets go of a defeated enemy. Not only Major Varosha understands this, but even the young soldier next to him also knows it very well. After all, he is in a unit.
After a while, you will be able to get used to the army's style, which is only reasonable.
Only this time, the current situation faced by Stalin's Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade is somewhat different.
The enemy was indeed repulsed, and suffered a terrible defeat. Corpses abandoned by the SS and burning tank wreckage were everywhere around the position. Scenes like this of the German army's disastrous defeat were seen as early as in Poland.
It cannot be said that I have never seen Major Varosha, who was already fighting on the front line at that time, but I only saw him in Stalingrad.
But correspondingly, there are the remains of sacrificed Red Army soldiers as far as the eye can see, which are not much less than the remains of SS soldiers.
The blood, which could not be distinguished from that of the enemy, was mixed together and flowed everywhere on the battlefield.
There is an unlimited supply of blood here, and there are so many corpses that you can see them everywhere, so much so that even one careless step can trip someone to the ground.
Major Varosha remembered that he had heard Malashenko mention before that the primary goal of the troops now is to evacuate quickly, break away from contact with the enemy, avoid being surrounded, and retreat to a safe area with friendly forces covering the flanks before considering the next move.
This is what Malashenko personally explained to everyone when he presided over a meeting of military and political cadres at and above the battalion level of the entire brigade. All military and political cadres at and above the battalion level in the entire Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade know this.
thing.
Thinking of the order given by Comrade Brigade Commander before, and looking at the battlefield in front of him, which was obviously a battlefield where his own side also suffered heavy casualties, Major Varosha shook his head slightly and seemed a little unwilling.
"This time we will let these lackeys go for the time being. Next time we will annihilate them all!"