The sun rises in the early morning as usual, but it is not Natalya's soft and sweet voice that calls out to Malashenko when he is in Moscow, but the voices in the surrounding blocks starting from the time of dawn.
The sound of gunfire and gunfire echoed in my ears.
"Hey, I can hear you. Please speak. Yes, this is the train station..."
"You can hear it at the No. 1 train station. What did you say? Please repeat! Block 13 was breached by the Germans?"
"Hello? This is Train Station No. 1. Hello? Can anyone hear me?"
The telephone lines connecting the defenders in several surrounding blocks were almost out of service as soon as it started to get dark.
The German troops who had rested all night seemed like a group of ferocious wolves. The Soviet troops in several blocks were completely defeated by the German troops before they had time to fully react.
Through the fierce fighting in the city that lasted all day yesterday, the German army, which discovered some obvious problems, was also subtly changing its tactics.
It is difficult to see large-scale troops like field groups anymore in cities. Instead, they are replaced by mechanized battle groups that mix multiple arms at the company and platoon levels.
The German army hit all available armored vehicles and advanced frantically through many main arteries and neighborhoods in the city towards the intended target location: the banks of the Volga River and the trestle connecting the north and south of the city.
The German infantry with rich combat experience relied on armored vehicles as bunkers to form camps step by step. After quickly clearing the Soviet defense forces blocking the main road, they then began to clear the buildings on both sides of the road.
The German soldiers who were babbling strangely captured the first floor and seized the stairway leading to the second floor. The Soviet infantrymen who stayed on the second floor and refused to come down picked up the Bobosha in their hands and headed downstairs without even looking.
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The German soldiers on the first floor were unable to even raise their heads due to the heavy bullets that hit their heads and faces. The German soldiers who felt overwhelmed also tried to solve the problem by throwing grenades towards the second floor.
But what made the Germans even more annoyed was that these bold Russians were able to throw grenades back from the second floor almost every time. The German soldiers who captured the building did not eat the pork and were blown up by the grenades thrown back by the Soviet soldiers.
Many people died and caused a lot of trouble. After repeated attempts to no avail, I could only use artillery to level the second floor and then start clearing it.
Similar situations are not just isolated cases. Wherever there are fierce battles between Soviet soldiers and German troops in the city, similar scenes will definitely be staged.
The brutal street fighting allowed veterans from both the Soviet Union and Germany to quickly adapt to the huge changes brought about by the new battlefield and integrate into it, using all available advantages around them to try to counter their opponents.
The German army, which had an absolute superiority in strength and was also attacking fiercely, did not take long to tear open the defense lines in several major blocks. Within a few hours, it quickly advanced the front to the first tactical target of the day: Stalingrad.
Around the train station.
Malashenko, who stayed behind in the train station to take command, learned from the phone that the German troops had reached less than a block from the train station.
The sound of gunfire coming from all around became increasingly deafening and approaching. Malashenko, who had a clear judgment on the situation of the battle, knew very well that the brutal battle for the train station was about to officially begin.
Malashenko felt a little unexpected, but at the same time it was reasonable.
The first troops to arrive at the train station were not the German ground troops, but three Stukas that had not found the bombing target and were not willing to stop by to bomb the train station.
Perhaps they had guessed in advance that the Soviet army had deployed heavy defenses at the train station. The three Stukas loaded with bombs under their wings did not conduct a low-altitude dive attack, but controlled the bombing height to about 1,500 meters.
The bomb was dropped directly towards the train station where the target was very obvious and would not move.
The small-caliber anti-aircraft artillery group deployed on the roof used full firepower to drive away these strange German birds. However, the airspace where the three Stukas were located was too high and none of the anti-aircraft shells accurately hit the enemy aircraft.
While gently moving the joystick to avoid Soviet anti-aircraft fire in a small area, he gently pressed down the wings and temporarily pointed the nose of the aircraft downward. Seven or eight black iron bombs instantly separated from the Stuka's pylon with a sharp sharp tip.
The whistling sound swooped down.
Malashenko, who was standing in the railway station courtyard watching the anti-aircraft gun fire, realized what was wrong and hurriedly jumped towards the nearest traffic ditch and rolled in like a lazy ass.
Following Malashenko's footsteps, the 500-kilogram aerial bomb accurately hit the forecourt of the platform, releasing a powerful destructive force. The scattered shrapnel and explosion shock waves blew several telecommunications poles and light poles into several pieces.
It flew out more than ten meters away.
With his ears full of buzzing, Malashenko struggled to get up from the traffic trench. After shaking off the explosive soil covering his back, he immediately raised his head and looked in the direction of the roar of the engine.
"Gan! Is this what the hell is over?"
After the three German Stukas dropped all their bombs at once, they immediately shook their wings and patted their butts and left without hesitation. The only bomb they dropped was a 500-kilogram bomb that detonated in the forecourt of the platform where Malashenko was.
Except for the level, the remaining few coins were thrown inside the train station and near the warehouse.
Although the explosion was very loud, it did not cause any casualties. Except for some pre-reinforced fortifications and positions, there were almost no Soviet troops stationed inside the train station.
"The plane has left, and the German tanks are coming soon. Bah...it's full of dirt!"
Malashenko, who did not dare to delay, immediately climbed out of the traffic trench and quickly ran to the corner of the front yard where his car was parked.
Iushkin and others, who had boarded the car before Malashenko, were already ready. Malashenko, who opened the roof and jumped into the turret, immediately grabbed the radio transmitter and adjusted the channel before shouting.
"Lavery, can you hear me?"
"...It's very clear, I can hear it."
Seryosha, who turned back to look in his direction, made a gesture to indicate the start of the train. Malashenko, still holding the microphone tightly in his hand, immediately continued to speak to Lavrinenko.
"The German ground troops should be coming soon. According to what we discussed last night, remember not to take the initiative. At most, the Germans will be kept outside the train station. We must remember that our troops are limited!"
Lavrinenko's car and the troops under his command were about 700 meters away from Malashenko on the south side of the platform.
It was still unclear which neighborhood the Germans would break through. For the sake of safety, Malashenko divided the main force into two parts, commanded and led by himself and Lavrinenko respectively. Once the main breakthrough target of the Germans was determined, hundreds of
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