Two hours is enough time to do a lot of things, including watching a movie, taking a nap, and eating hot pot. There is also a high possibility that those crazy SS maniacs, regardless of losses, can break through in front of them.
This is a quiet little village position.
The onslaught regardless of the cost soon yielded ideal rewards. Malashenko, who already had a serious shortage of troops at hand, could not withstand such a crazy continuous attack.
The remaining thirty or so tanks seemed like a lot, but once they were evenly distributed among the positions in the four directions of the village, there were very few left.
Malashenko, who personally directed the battle in the west of the village, led the first battalion of the main tanks and tried their best, but still could not stop the rolling flow of German black iron. The party rushed up against the fierce direct fire of Soviet heavy tanks.
Guards tanks quickly broke into the position.
"Reverse! Don't let the enemy get close to us, keep distance from them!"
Just relying on the momentum of those high-speed maneuvering SS medium tanks rushing up all the way, Malashenko could guess even with his feet that these stupid SS troops were definitely planning to repeat their old tricks again.
Stage a close assault battle.
Stalin's heavy tanks, which were responsible for direct fire support, began to reverse slowly, and the SS tanks, which were running directly over the trenches in the dust, accelerated and charged forward.
The Red Army soldiers who had lost the cover of direct anti-armor fire were already prepared and knew what was going to happen next. The bayonets hung above and below the gun heads flashed with silver light, and the shovels and sickles held tightly in their hands showed a cold glow.
, Bobosha’s fully loaded bullets are already loaded into the gun chamber!
"Comrades! Smash the fascist invaders and defend the motherland! Ula!"
I don’t know which commander or political worker took the lead in jumping out of the trench, roaring loudly, and the Red Army soldiers who had just been crushed by the enemy’s tank tracks above their heads also held the weapons in their hands and marched together.
Jumped out of the trench.
A deafening battle cry immediately reached the ears of the SS Panzergrenadiers who had not yet had time to jump into the trenches.
U-la——
Waiting for the enemy to encroach on the trenches like yesterday's battle, a cruel battle that exhausted the will and flesh and blood little by little, did not take place. Instead, it was an infantry charge led by Major Varosha himself.
Although the strength and attack range of this infantry charge were quite limited, it only mobilized the soldiers in the trenches slightly behind to the trenches at the forefront of the battle. But the high morale war cry that was mobilized at this moment was enough.
But it still shocked the unprepared SS troops on the spot.
"Are the Russians crazy? What are they going to do!?"
"Stop talking nonsense! If you don't want to die, shoot now!"
"Fire, fire, fire! Fight those Russians back!"
Only then did the SS realize that something was wrong with the situation. The battle was completely different from what they expected, so they tried to use the advantage of their automatic firepower to fend off the enemy's charge.
But these SS soldiers forgot that it was they themselves who initiated the charge, not others, who took the initiative to close the distance with the enemy.
Now, as the attackers, they have entered the position and started a battle for the position. The close combat environment was completely subjectively created by themselves. Now if they want to use their strengths and avoid weaknesses and give full play to their advantages, they may regret it.
That's too late.
Before the SS submachine gunner who raised his MP40 submachine gun had time to pull the trigger, the Red Army submachine gunner rushing at the front of the team fired the Bobosha submachine gun in his arms in advance.
A burst of water-splashing bullets fired at an extremely fast speed, and a burst of blood mist burst out from his chest. The SS submachine gunner, who felt that his whole body was heavier than lead, immediately turned his back and fell. The charge distance of the last few dozen meters was basically impossible.
There was no chance for suppressive firepower to be used, and it was already too late.
With a hoarse roar, he rushed in front of the enemy. The Mosin Nagant held the bayonet tightly in his hand and stabbed it directly into the enemy's chest, causing blood to splash everywhere.
The SS Panzergrenadier with a ferocious look on his face slowly fell down. Another SS soldier with a jammed submachine gun on the side turned the gun into a bat and swung it at him. He was so fast with the folding butt of the gun.
The fierce force of the smash knocked the Red Army soldier to the ground on the spot before he could draw out his bayonet.
The Red Army soldier, who was about to be smashed to the ground and fainted on the spot, struggled to get up before he could stand up. The SS soldier who screamed strangely and drew out the dagger from his waist immediately jumped on him, trying to kill his opponent, two soldiers representing different camps.
People immediately struggled with each other, and it was destined that only one person would be able to get up from the ground alive in the end.
As soon as this bloody and cruel battle for position started, it entered a state of extreme deterioration at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Those SS infantrymen who thought that with the assistance of armored units, they could quickly seize a small position and gain a foothold, waiting for the follow-up troops to arrive one after another and continue to expand the follow-up results, they soon discovered that they were wrong.
Ridiculous.
Those Russians who are not afraid of death actually dare to launch a counterattack at this time!
The elite skeleton divisions, who were caught off guard in an instant, couldn't stand it for a moment. Those Russian guys who couldn't help but come up and beat them in the face in close combat were like a group of unreasonable battlefield hooligans!
"Machine gun! Where is our machine gun! Shoot down those Russians quickly!"
"Help me! I'm surrounded, I...ah!!!"
"Don't retreat! Hold this position, support will be here soon!"
The SS troops at the front were under tremendous pressure and casualties, and were almost on the verge of collapse.
The SS officers who were fighting with their soldiers were shouting loudly and trying their best to prevent the collapse of the building that was about to collapse.
The two infantrymen, who refused to give up on each other, were still fighting tooth and nail, bit by bit engulfing the Red Army soldiers who were squeezing the enemy's psychological and physical defenses and were about to achieve a breakthrough.
But at this moment, the second wave of German troops arrived with unimaginable support speed.
The commander of the Skeleton Division, who was under tremendous pressure from Hauser, risked his own glory, his own soldiers, and everything he owned. He devoted all his remaining strength to the man who was about to be submerged in the black iron.
In a small village in the middle of the stream.
The SDKFZ 251 half-track vehicle was holding steady while the accelerator was pressed all the way. The mg42 cloth tearing machine set up on the roof of the convertible was frantically suppressing and firing.
More SS infantrymen who kicked open the car door filed out from the rear of the car, picked up the weapons in their hands and rushed directly to the battlefield in front of them with the support of machine gun suppression fire. The scale of the battle once again began to shake violently in the direction of Germany.