Normally, for an enemy position that is about to be destroyed, it is enough to maintain a main attack direction and spread the attack inward from the breach.
Seeing that there was no hope of victory and no way to escape, the Germans were not stupid. In most cases, they would lay down their weapons and surrender after a short fight.
Now in 1944, battle scenes like this have become commonplace, especially for the elite front-line troops of the Soviet army on the front lines. It is a common occurrence and is not surprising.
However, today's battle, right here, at the feet of the leader's division, is a little different from the familiar battles in the past.
These last surviving Germans are still fighting like crazy using various launchable weapons.
When the infantry rushes forward, they fight hand-to-hand. When the tanks rush forward, they use iron fists, tank killers, and even cluster grenades to explode.
People may die, but the fight cannot stop.
How many people died seemed to be a thing that didn't matter at this time. No one knew where these remnants of the National Defense Force came from with such tenacious fighting spirit. Even the soldiers of the leader division who fought to the death with these madmen were confused.
Don't quite understand.
But it was this kind of fight to the end, which Malashenko regarded as a stone in a pit, smelly and hard and refused to surrender, and became the final catalyst that accelerated the death of the Grossdeutschland Division.
You don't play by the rules?
Okay, I even overturned the card table for you!
Let's see who can do it better!
The leader division, which used its maximum attack energy, almost swallowed up the last remaining position of the Grossdeutschland Division in one bite.
Except for the blank area directly behind the Grossdeutschland Division that had not yet been penetrated, the remaining front, left, and right directions were almost everywhere filled with figures of the Red Army in the midst of a frenzied attack.
The is6 heavy tank and the latest second batch of T43 medium tanks go forward one after another and charge simultaneously. The BMP43 infantry fighting vehicle based on the T43 body is magically modified to accompany them to coordinate the attack. Heavy tanks, medium tanks, and infantry fighting vehicles can all fire.
The fired weapons, main guns, high-speed aircraft, and coaxial machine guns were all spitting out flames and making loud noises.
At this time, it is no longer a certain German machine gun firepower point, or a certain anti-tank emplacement that will be bombed, but it has become a place where German infantry appears and does not hurt friendly forces.
There must be at least one 85mm high-explosive grenade flying towards your face.
The isu152s who also drove to the front line were even more unreasonable. They would attack wherever the German resistance was fierce. It didn't matter if they couldn't see anyone coming up. One bombardment could send the Germans away even if they were more than ten meters away.
God.
Some of the very few remaining German tanks are the targets of special attention. Being penetrated by armor-piercing bullets is considered a normal and optimal way to die. The most unlucky crew will enjoy the intense pleasure of being sent into the sky by the concentrated fire of ISU152.
, send off with high-explosive shells instead of armor-piercing shells.
This is nothing more than a hellish nightmare for the only armored units of the German army that have long since used up all their heavy tanks, leaving only a small number of Panzer IVs and three bald men.
Under the cover of our own side's exaggerated direct fire, the infantrymen who rushed to the front and were responsible for opening up the attack path also made rapid progress.
Everywhere the infantry soldiers go, whether they will encounter resistance from the remaining German soldiers is actually a very suspenseful question.
Everyone was killed by direct-aimed grenades, and looking over there were only a few foxholes and sections of trenches covered with scraps of flesh and corpses.
Even if the remnants of the German army resisted, those "German mud monsters" who were shaken into soft-legged shrimps by the shells and even staggered when walking, could not have any effective resistance to the murderous Red Army soldiers.
Indiscriminately shooting into a hornet's nest is the only outcome for these people. In addition to the corpses of German soldiers lying on the ground in a mess, which may trip people up if they are not careful, there are everywhere under their feet. The largest number is the only one left.
Those German guns and various weapons that may not have been damaged by the shells.
But these German guns, which were so bad that in the past they didn't even bother to look at them, have now become rare items that many people need.
Continuous high-intensity battles have caused many soldiers to run out of ammunition, especially those who have been serving as the main attack missions with sharp knives. The guys in their hands are still AK combat engineer troops.
Many of the chest-mounted ammunition carriers worn outside the steel plate body armor were already empty. Counting the six spare magazines and the one inserted in the gun, a total of 210 rounds of ammunition were used by many people.
This group of humanoid self-propelled armored men who have always relied on firepower rarely have the concept of "saving ammunition" in their minds.
This was the first time I had encountered a situation like today where I had exhausted all the guns and ammunition in my hand and had no choice but to pick up broken German guns on the spot.
After all, this does not mean that one or two people have run out of ammunition, but that several comrades around them, or even a whole class of people who are still alive, have run out of bullets or have very little left, and there is no way to even out a magazine.
At a time like this, you can't withdraw and look for bullets from your comrades behind you, right?
Since we have to continue charging, what can we do? Pick up the German guy's broken gun on the ground and grab two magazines to make do with it.
Anyway, the remaining ammunition stock on the German corpses is basically enough. Too many Germans were hit by direct-aimed heavy artillery before they had time to fire. For those stg44s with poor performance, at least there is no need to worry about the amount of ammunition.
Yes, some are at least better than charging forward with a pistol, so why don’t you need a bicycle?
"Stop! Stop! What is that in front? The German command post!?"
Comrade Alsim, commander of the combat engineer company, who was leading his men to fight and charge all the way, had almost forgotten how far he had rushed forward, and he only knew that he was holding this picked-up weapon in his hand.
The German stg44 is so damn hard to use! Compared to the ak, it’s just a stupid gun.
Looking at the half-buried command post-style bunker in front of him that seemed to have collapsed in half, Alsim, who was disheveled and gray-faced, quickly signaled to the soldiers following him to stop advancing.
"Comrade company commander, throw the signal bomb! Just ask the heavy artillery to blast this thing to pieces, and we will rush in to collect the body of Fasis!"
The platoon leader did not want to suffer any more casualties during the fight, so he suggested to Alsim that he use 152 to blow up the shell of this stupid German guy, but Alsim, who had other plans in mind, did not intend to do so.
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"I guess the distance is about the same. We even captured the German regiment level command post just now. It should be at the division level now, right?"
"Tell comrades, check your weapons, load them with bullets, and be ready to fight! Our new brigade commander had an order to capture the German division commander alive. He personally wrote an application for a commendation to the division commander. They all went to this, get a corpse.
It’s so boring to come back, just do it if you want to!”
"Yes! Everyone, check and load weapons! Prepare to fight!"
Crack, crackle, crackle——
After the sound of magazine replacement and bullet loading sounded, Alsim, who was already prepared, was the first to stand up, raised his hand and raised his arms.