The German defenders in the building complex at the end of the square area quickly noticed the changes on the battlefield.
After paying a certain price, the Russians were about to cross the open area of the square area and were about to touch the edge of their own defense area for actual fire contact. At this moment when they were about to start reaping the results, they suddenly seemed to have reached the climax.
The waves receded like waves.
".Russian, the Russians have retreated? This..."
"Damn it, am I reading that right? Where did this happen? Those Russians just withdrew like that? They obviously still have so many tanks and soldiers."
"Ha, maybe the supplies can't keep up. I guess these Russian guys came here with their last breath, and now they just can't hold on anymore."
"The Russians have retreated! Haha, they're going back! Long live the hair-washers!"
There were various German soldiers who were surprised, puzzled, stunned, or ecstatic, but this group of people with different expressions actually had one thing in common, that is, none of them knew that another group of their own friendly troops
The end has arrived now, not far away.
"Yes! The first regiment and the second regiment are facing each other, tie up my pockets, and block all the main streets in the block! Cut off the retreat of the Germans from the square area to the block, and annihilate any Germans standing in the square, but
Don't pursue them, just drive them in the direction of the building complex."
"After the pockets were tied, the noose was tightened, and the troops began to advance inward, compressing the enemy's living space. Comrade Division Commander's order was to eliminate all remaining German soldiers in the block, and they must not be allowed to join the defenders in the construction area!"
Kulbalov, holding a radio in his hand, was delivering orders from Malashenko to lower-level troops.
But our Comrade Lao Ma still stood in front of the map, looking at the situation between ourselves and the enemy. While analyzing secretly, he also raised his watch from time to time to estimate the expected time of the action plan.
"There is not enough time left to organize an attack in the direction of the building complex, but we must deal with the remaining enemy forces in the block at once. This nail cannot be left until tomorrow, otherwise we will not be able to sleep well in the middle of the night."
"While the dumplings are cooking in the pot, you have to keep them outside the pot. The thieves come to snatch the dumplings in the middle of the night. If they are uncooked, they will be uncooked! You must eat this pot of dumplings before dark. The Rocket Assault Battalion belongs to you now. Bring it to me.
Use all your firepower to blast upwards!"
"Yes! Comrade Division Commander, the First Brigade promises to complete the mission!"
Malashenko's order was accompanied by a mountain of military orders personally promised by Kulbalov.
The remaining German troops who were running for their lives and were about to escape from the neighborhood immediately ushered in their doomsday moment.
The Kulbalov brigade, which withdrew its fist from the attack on the building complex, changed direction. The two regiments that participated in the main offensive mission and had formed a breakthrough began to confront each other. Like a pair of closed scissors, they were about to cut off the last lifeline of the German army in the block.
hope.
The fleeing German army was caught off guard because the original attention of the two main siege teams on the left and right was not on them at all, but on the construction area. They did not take this group of Germans as defeated dogs from the beginning.
When it comes to dishes, I basically don’t take it seriously.
At most, they only mobilized part of the troops for side defense, and made certain fire contact with the escaping Germans defending the streets. There was no close contact to prevent them from breaking up the offensive formation. This does not mean that these fleeing Germans are really capable.
If you fight, you can compete with the main siege force of the leading division.
But now the situation is different. Following the order from Comrade Division Commander, the two siege teams began to attack the fleeing German army at the same time.
It doesn't matter if you don't take it seriously. If you take it seriously, you'll do something bad on the spot. It's the German's bad thing.
On the left and right, Stalin's heavy tanks, which were spraying thick black smoke and blaring machine guns, were advancing wildly. The small Russian tanks that could spit out infantrymen were flying at high speed. They stepped on the accelerator and died on the paved road in the square area.
Turn on racing mode.
These German troops, who had no bunkers to rely on during their retreat and had nothing to defend, were unlucky. They had no choice in the face of these violently charging steel behemoths. During the retreat, they abandoned a large number of anti-armor in order to reduce the load and speed up the retreat.
As for technical weapons, in the hands of these defeated German troops, only a few mop sticks, iron fists and tank-killing chimneys are left.
Do you expect to be able to block Stalin's punch? Stand in the square and fight with heavy tanks as a human Gundam?
The Aryan Superman might be able to do it, but the German guy really can't.
"Load high-explosive bombs! At one o'clock, the German troop transport truck is five hundred meters away. The gunner is ready!"
"High explosive bombs are good!"
"Aimed!"
"Send them to heaven!"
boom--
A powerful and heavy 122 grenade roared, and a Lightning Opel troop transport truck that was running towards the construction area in the square was directly blown away.
The huge explosion completely tore the entire troop transport truck into parts. What was carried to the sky by the fire shock wave was not only the metal debris and fragments, but also large pieces of German soft tissue debris, more than half a leg, and less than half an arm.
, and even half of the intestines hanging from the buttocks were flying in the air with flesh and blood flying.
This was an overcrowded troop transport truck filled with nearly two Band soldiers. The floor in the middle of the truck was filled with wounded people lying on stretchers.
However, all of this was wiped out after just one shot, and they all ascended to heaven, sending Stalin's tanks one by one.
Including the two legs of the running German who were relatively close and were blown away at the same time, the gunner got 30+ kills with this one shot, which was simply too good for the gunner! There is nothing better than watching the remains of the enemy being destroyed by his own artillery fire.
Being annihilated by flying ashes is a better way to praise the efforts of a tank gunner.
Scenes like this are not just isolated cases, but a common phenomenon that is happening crazily on the contact line in the entire square area.
Stalin's heavy tanks raced into direct fire positions one after another with full firepower. The roaring 130mm and 122mm main guns fired a huge amount of communist grenades crazily.
The German vehicles listed as the first priority targets, regardless of whether they are tracked or wheeled, combat or troop transport, are all targets of hunting and tearing by the Soviet steel behemoths.
"Mom! Mom!!! I can't bear it anymore, I can't bear it anymore! I want to go home! Mom, ooohhhhhh-"
The collapse of adults sometimes only occurs in a short moment, let alone the 17-year-old boy who was captured and sent to the army before he reached adulthood.
The young man who dropped the broken gun in his hand howled, cried, and ran wildly in the square in the direction of where his home was in his mind, regardless of what he was doing.
But this scene did not last long. A 14.5mm heavy machine gun bullet fired from the IS7 heavy tank's roof machine gun ended everything, cutting it into two pieces and leaving the body in different places.
If you want to blame, just blame the gangsters who caught the children on the battlefield. The Red Army commander who pulled the trigger and fired the fatal projectile was still fighting, waving orders to the mechanized infantry who were advancing in coordination beside the vehicle.