Alsim didn't know clearly in his heart. He could only say that he "hoped to succeed." Even if it failed, it would be expected, but he hoped there wouldn't be unbearable casualties and it would be nice if he could withdraw.
Several Red Army soldiers who were suppressed behind the load-bearing pillars by intensive firepower were still struggling to support themselves. They were injured and fell to the ground. The bleeding soldiers fell to the ground with hideous faces in pain, but they still gritted their teeth and persisted without wailing.
He kept calling for help, and all he thought in his mind was a simple thought: "Don't let the Germans look down on others and make fun of them."
It seems as if it is intended to be a joke, or simply to release the twisted desires of morbid torment.
The SS soldiers, who had powerful firepower in their hands that could kill wounded soldiers at any time, did not take action. Instead, they all turned their guns to the enemies who could still continue to fight and were not injured, using crazy firepower regardless of ammunition consumption.
Intensive shooting, including those Russians who appeared from time to time at the entrance to the waiting hall and fired, were also included in the target.
As for those Russians who have fallen, it seems better to let them slowly and painfully drain their blood and die in the biting cold of despair.
The tragic situation of their injured comrades lying on the ground made the soldiers at the entrance of the waiting hall so anxious and angry that they wanted to rush in and fight the German fascists with a "hurrah" immediately.
Injure a prey, make it bleed, make it suffer, make it cry out to its companions for help, and then set up a trap to kill more companions who come to save it.
The principle couldn't be simpler, and it's so easy to understand when used in battles between infantry. Even if it angers the opponent and makes him go berserk, it is far better than keeping him rational and fighting calmly.
No matter how bad the situation is, it is always beneficial. Such a disgusting tactic that was casually used has made Alsim understand clearly what kind of people he is facing.
This is a group of twisted scum who have no ethics or rules at all. Of course, it is not uncommon for such things to happen on the battlefields of the Great Patriotic War, especially at Stalingrad, which was full of insidious and dirty things.
Tricks can be found everywhere.
But there is no doubt that the Germans did achieve one of their expected goals: to anger the enemy on the opposite side, but not enough to make people like Alsim lose their minds and go crazy on the spot. This is a
A calm anger.
Without receiving any actual orders, none of the soldiers staying outside the waiting hall acted without authorization, and no one acted rashly to rescue their injured comrades. Irrational behavior would not only harm themselves, but also harm their comrades.
It is obvious that everyone is suppressing the anger in their hearts and waiting for the moment of revenge.
"Hurry up, hurry up and fire the gun! Hurry up..."
Alsim, who firmly held the AK in his hand, leaned against the wall, waiting for the moment when gunfire suddenly erupted from behind the Germans. If the expected situation didn't happen yet, and it didn't arrive, he wouldn't be able to know where it was in time.
Given the situation, Alsim may have to resort to some desperate measures.
He didn't have that much time to continue being held still by the German at the door of the waiting hall. The longer the delay was, the more detrimental it would be to his mission. No one knew whether the German was busy at the station at the moment.
Loading treasures with explosives and intending to blow them all up to the sky without letting them return to their original owners, the most evil robbers and murderers in the world will never speak an ounce of truth.
That is to say, Alsim, who kept murmuring in his heart to fire the gun quickly, was about to lose control and was about to take action when a burst of unexpected gunshots suddenly rang out from inside the waiting hall.
"Russians! Russians are behind us! How did they get around!?"
"Shoot, shoot, shoot! Shoot them back!"
"The machine gun is pointing this way, turn around! Hurry up...ah!!!"
In the waiting hall where there had only been gunshots just now, there were suddenly bursts of screams and roars from the end of the waiting hall where the Germans were gathered. The chaotic German screams were like a cat with its tail stepped on, jumping three feet high. Speaking of Germany,
If I hadn't encountered some surprises, I'm afraid there wouldn't have been such a sudden 180-degree change.
When this long series of dense and familiar gunshots, which were obviously different from the German small arms, reached his ears from the far end of the waiting hall, Alsim, realizing that the moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived, immediately waved his hand and raised his arms.
chant.
"Charge for the motherland!!! Ula!!!"
U-la——
There can be many kinds of terrifying things on the battlefield, but for the Germans at Stalingrad, the most terrifying things can be roughly summarized into two things: one is those on the opposite side who don’t know the exact number of troops and hide in bunkers.
The idiots behind suddenly shouted "Hurrah" collectively, and secondly, they were bypassed by the idiots who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
This is not Stalingrad, but these two things that the German army in Stalingrad feared the most at the time were managed to come together two at a time by the extremely unlucky infantrymen of the Skeleton Division, and they all rushed into each other.
It was too late to deal with the furies that popped out from behind their buttocks. They were caught off guard. Before they could change the direction of their firepower, the Skeleton Division soldiers who were targeting these rats and furries immediately heard that those who were originally entrenched at the door of the waiting hall were suppressed by firepower.
The idiots who couldn't make any progress sounded the final trumpet almost at the same time.
There is nothing more real than this, with a wolf in front and a tiger behind. The SS, who had a lot of troops on hand, had no choice but to start fighting on two fronts. A small number of troops were deployed to block and push away the ones coming out from behind.
This small group of enemies can block the enemy's large force from outside the defense line, and they must not be allowed to cross even half a step.
To say that this is a good idea, it is basically the best tactic that can be used in the current bad situation. The Skeleton Division, these bastards entrenched in the waiting hall, do have enough troops and tenacious morale to support them.
They do this.
But there is a crucial factor that is easily overlooked. Once the group of Maozi who were originally suppressed by firepower rushed into the waiting hall and launched firepower, whether the frontal firepower and defense of the infantry of the Skeleton Division were capable of overpowering them?
Can you withstand it?
The answer to the question was soon revealed, and the weight of the victory scale was not thrown to the Germans this time.
Alsim, who was full of anger, took advantage of the firepower interruption caused by the German army being caught off guard, and in less than half a minute, he led his two platoons into the waiting hall in one breath.
They had already prepared their affairs and figured out how to deal with this group of bastard combat engineers. They launched their killing moves with full firepower. With the iron fist seized from the Germans in their hands, they fired it instantly.
The sound was non-stop, followed by a series of explosions in the waiting hall, which was more exciting than a country boy setting off cannons on New Year's Eve.
Soon, the infantrymen of the Skeleton Division were extremely surprised to find that the Russians who rushed into the waiting hall with screams did not even bother to confront them. Almost all the machine gun fire points facing the front were met immediately.
More than one iron fist came to visit.
The machine gun teams deployed in the stands on the second floor of the waiting hall and at the entrance to the platform on the first floor were all blown away. The piles of shoddy furniture and the iron plates of the side doors removed from the trains could not stop the iron fist that could penetrate even tank armor.
, the SS machine gunner hiding behind was not blown to pieces, and he was lucky to be able to leave a whole body.
The opening wave of Iron Fist attacks really shocked the infantry of the Skeleton Division. They didn't expect it at all, but the one-time use of the Iron Fist meant that the most difficult wave of attacks was over. Basically, everyone
The SS fanatics, who were all die-hard elements, thought they still had a chance. After being knocked out of the machine gun bunker and smashed to pieces, they quickly made up for the automatic firing procedures of the stg44.
Assault rifles exchanged fire at each other, and bullets were flying everywhere. Alsim, who had no cover to rely on and was still the attacker, fell down a lot immediately, but those on the opposite side, who had two stg44s in one squad, were unable to concentrate their firepower.
But the SS scum died more, and the intensity of firepower on both sides was simply different.
But the cruel reality is that the more unlucky you are, the worse the situation becomes. The infantrymen of the Skeleton Division, who were already red-blooded and suffering huge casualties from enemies from both front and back, had no time to make tactical adjustments. The wall on the right side of the waiting hall looked like it should have been "extraordinary"
"Sturdy" type of wall, suddenly there was a huge explosion, instantly flying sand and rocks, and a cloud of dust.
No one knew what caused the explosion, which was so huge that it collapsed the wall with a loud bang and opened a big hole. Some SS soldiers who didn't know the truth even thought it was some kind of bomb that had been planted in advance, so they brought it.
Blast the Russians who came in.
But soon, this ignorant and absurd conjecture was torn to pieces by a group of black shadows shooting out of the smoke and dust.
Using the cover of the dust that had not yet dispersed to fight their way out of the large hole in the wall, another group of "human tank men" wearing the iconic plate armor body armor were fighting their way out.
The terrible nightmare doesn't end there...
An SS soldier who was changing the magazine of the stg44 in his hand accidentally glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw at a glance that the men who were fighting out of the smoke were not only standing in a row with assault rifles, but also holding them in their hands.
What was even more frightening was that among the group of Russians who were holding assault rifles and acting as bodyguards, there was also more than one Russian who was holding a nozzle and a flaming iron rod, and this group of people was less than fifty meters away from him!