Before he could finish his words, there was a sudden sound like a sledgehammer smashing a watermelon. The German officer's head, which was whole just now, was completely shattered into a mass of paste, with only a small part from the chin down remaining.
It was hanging on the neck, already lifeless, and the sound of falling to the ground was like a punching bag being pushed down.
"What the hell! Frick, Frick!!!"
"Don't go! There's no way to save him. What do you expect if your head is gone!?"
The young German recruit couldn't stand the strong visual impact and the strong, pungent smell of blood that hit his face. He howled and yelled and wanted to rush over to do something, but he was grabbed by the veteran beside him and pinned down.
On the trench wall, unable to move.
"Pick up the gun and fight me! Otherwise you will end up like that, soon!"
If you pick up a gun and fight the Russians on the opposite side, won't you end up with such a miserable end?
This is not said, and there is actually no need to say it. Everyone knows it well.
With the intensive suppression cover of infantry fighting vehicle cannons and tank machine guns, the first wave of mechanized infantry that rushed into the trenches quickly dispersed, like a large bucket full of mercury that was sprinkled on the ground in an instant.
They divided into countless groups and began to advance along the criss-crossing trenches, communication ditches, and foxholes and bunkers in front of them, toward the deep defense of the enemy's position.
"Stop! Stop moving forward and wait!"
The battle for positions that advanced all the way in depth was not smooth sailing. Just as the team of Red Army soldiers who entered from the anti-tank missile position quickly ran into trouble: a building was carefully built by the Germans, almost parallel to the ground, and its concealment could be called MAX.
The semi-buried bunker blocked the entire traffic trench with the ferocious flames of the MG42, and was equipped with dual machine guns, leaving no interruption in firepower when reloading.
Chi la la la——
Crack, crackle, crackle——
"Sokka! The firepower is too strong, I think I should throw smoke bombs to give them some color!"
The squad deputy on the side yelled and put forward his own suggestions, hoping to give the enemy a head-on blow, but the squad leader, who was close to the trench wall and had clearly seen the situation just now, shook his head repeatedly.
"It's out of reach! The German bunker is too low, and the surrounding terrain is higher than it. It's difficult for direct bombardment to be effective against it. Even 152 may not be effective!"
As the squad leader said, the German's semi-buried bunker was indeed designed to be cunning and vicious.
The surrounding ground and bunker terrain are all higher than it. The leader's direct-aiming support heavy firepower cannot determine its accurate position at all. Even if the smoke grenade is lost, it can only fire in a general direction. If it is not directly around the bunker
The close-range explosion, explosion impact and flying fragments will most likely pass over the top of the bunker. It's really not sure whether it will work.
What's more important is that I'm not sure whether the bunkers in the Zero Highlands, which are carefully managed by the Germans, have been reinforced with military-standard concrete. The seemingly simple bunkers in this damn place are not necessarily those found in ordinary field operations.
With the arrival of civil fortifications, the Germans had sufficient reason and time to reinforce and defend any fortifications and bunkers on the high ground.
What's more, this mechanized infantry assault team has already rushed very close to the bunker, leaving only a traffic trench less than 20 meters long that needs to be crossed.
Calling for direct bombardment support starting from 122 means that everyone has to withdraw from the killing radius.
Unless it is absolutely necessary, the squad leader who has led his team to fight here is reluctant to issue such an order. Who knows if the Germans will counterattack and take back the place they just lost.
It can cause more headaches.
"Then what are you going to do? Let the Nazis continue to hold us here?"
It is normal for the elders to be a little over the top due to their adrenaline rush on the battlefield. It is normal for them to speak in a harsh tone. The more experienced squad leader did not intend to care about this with his young squad deputy, and just continued to give orders calmly and calmly.
"You lead people to guard here and throw two grenades to tell them that you are still here. I will touch it from above. None of these fascists can escape. They are just a pot of rotten meat!"
"What? A pot of rotten meat? Hey, come back later! What are you doing!?"
It was too late, but it was so fast that a figure jumped out of the trench with no time to react, then crawled to the ground, lay down close to the ground, and began to rush towards the target on the battlefield where bullets were flying.
The young squad leader wanted to reach out and pull the squad leader back, but it was too late. He saw the squad leader lying on the ground, even the helmet on his head was thrown away. He just tried his best to lower his body and tightened the anti-tank grenade in his hand.
He crawled forward, looking as if he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but there was nothing he could do.
"What a nonsense! How could this be possible!?"
"Now what?"
The soldiers on the side didn't know what to do specifically, so they kept asking questions, but all they got were the unsatisfactory and furious answers from the squad deputy.
"What else can we do? Fuck Fascist, throw a grenade! Throw it at that bunker!"
"yes!"
Lemon grenades were removed from the waist one by one, the safety was released, and then they were rounded and swung towards the smoking bunker, which was not too far away, and they were thrown out.
Boom boom boom——
A series of loud explosions occurred one after another. The flames of the explosion stirred up the scattered dust in the air, obscuring the vision. But what awaited the comrades a moment later was still the German machine gun jumping alive in the smoke.
Holding the murder weapon tightly in his hand, he fired wildly.
Chi la la la——
Crack, crackle——
"Suka! The grenade is useless, that bastard's cover is as hard as armor plate!"
"Stop talking nonsense, let's have another round! Cover team."
boom--
Before the young deputy had time to finish his words, an unexpected loud bang came in a way that no one expected. The sky was suddenly filled with countless lumps of various sizes, and there were even some.
The crackling impact of concrete slag is scratched on people's faces, which is really painful to the skin.
"What the hell! Did the German bunker blow up by himself? What happened!?"
"I don't know, the squad leader can't be so fast! Where are the others? Where are they!? Who saw it???"
Before the soldiers, who were frightened and worried, could take any actual action, they saw a group of heavy-stepping figures approaching with thunderous steps.
"We, don't fire! Are there any others among you? Is that all here?"