When the convoy rumbled past him, Major Baker, who was still standing on the roadside of the bridgehead, was finally able to take in the panoramic view.
The first of these large and heavy tanks were all models that I had never seen before, and they all looked very new, as if they had just left the factory. The red and black flags used for air defense identification were hung on the sides of the turrets, which were very eye-catching.
There is nothing strange about the snow-white winter paint. The only sight is the infantrymen sitting outside the tank holding their P40s and Mauser 98k in their arms. Why does it look a little strange and familiar? More
There are some things that I vaguely feel are not quite right, but no matter how much I think about them, I can't find an answer for a while.
"It's so weird. What does this feel like? Is it because I'm too sleepy?"
While Major Baker was still stuck in place, thinking hard, a figure with a P40 submachine gun in his hand quietly walked forward and asked questions.
"Are there new heavy tanks coming so late? I remember that several came during the day? Are these laggards?"
"New heavy tank?"
Major Baker showed a slightly surprised expression when he heard these words. He had no idea about the transfer of so-called "new heavy tanks".
During the day, Major Baker suffered from acute gastroenteritis due to a bad stomach. He lay in bed for almost a whole day. After drinking the medicine prescribed by the military doctor, he felt much better in the evening.
The brother was replaced, so it stands to reason that Major Baker should have been on the day shift instead of the night shift.
"Oh, I forgot, you weren't here during the day"
Fritz took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took out two of them, one each for himself and Major Baker. As he puffed away, the veteran Fritz spoke again.
"About the afternoon, several new heavy tanks, said to be coming for support, drove to the bridgehead."
"Those new heavy tanks are very big. To be precise, they are very big. I feel that they are even as huge as three Panzer IV tanks put together."
"I had just changed the guard at that time, and I was shocked by these big guys I had never seen before. At that time, I curiously leaned forward to see what was going on. The armored soldiers were all exposed outside the tanks, waiting in line to cross the bridge.
When I was there, I randomly found one of them and went over to ask."
"The armored soldier on the tank told me, what is the name of the tank they drive? Oh, by the way, it is called Tiger, No. 6 Tiger heavy tank. Those tanks are equipped with an 88mm cannon.
, the armor looks quite strong, and compared with the Russian tractor, it looks like a handicraft."
Fritz, who was eloquently describing what he saw and heard, showed no intention of stopping. He flicked the ashes from his cigarette and continued speaking.
"Those tanks are painted with mammoth and iron cross symbols. I have never seen them before. I guess they may be the latest armored forces."
mammoth, iron cross, logo???
As the saying goes, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.
Veteran Fritz's inadvertent words had a frightening effect like a depth charge dropped into a pond. As if he had caught some key detail, Major Baker suddenly turned his head forward and slapped him.
On Fritz’s shoulder, he kept asking questions.
"You see the paint marks on those heavy tanks? Don't they have the Air Force identification flag stamped on the side of the turret?"
Air Force identification flag? Turret side?
Fritz, whose shoulders were held down, even half of the cigarette butt in his mouth was shaken to the ground. With a confused look on his face, he spoke subconsciously. Jin Yong Chinese
"Hey, wait, wait! Baker, don't you think there's something wrong with what you said? Why do you put the Air Force identification flag on the side of the turret? As far as I know, that thing shouldn't be on the roof of the car.
Right? How could I possibly see the Iron Cross and Mammoth symbols if they were on the side of the turret? It just doesn’t make sense.”
A moment, just a moment.
Major Baker, who had just woken up from a dream, finally understood everything!
"Damn it! There's something wrong with the convoy that just crossed the bridge, Fritz! Blow the whistle! Tell everyone to assemble immediately."
boom--
Da da da da——
Ula——
His unfinished words were interrupted by the sudden fierce sound of gunfire. Major Baker, who was momentarily absent-minded, felt that his vision went black for an instant and almost fainted. He had really made a big mistake now! That convoy was really like him.
The worst thing to expect is that it was a Russian pretending to be one!
Rewinding the time to less than a minute ago, Malashenko led the convoy past two-thirds of the distance of the bridge. Seeing that he was only a short distance away from the bridgehead on the other side, Malashenko finally could no longer hold back. He opened the bridge from the outside.
He grabbed the turret cover of his car and immediately turned over and jumped into it. He didn't even bother to take off the German colonel's cap on his head and gave the order almost instantly.
When the leading tank of our own side suddenly braked and stopped less than 20 meters away from the bridgehead roadblock, the German soldiers who were already moving the roadblock even had their guns thrown behind their backs instead of in their hands.
boom--
The powerful 85mm high-explosive projectile tore through the silence of the night. The projectile's high-speed spiral sprint through the air and screamed like the scream of death. In an instant, it crashed into the room marked by Malashenko.
The bridgehead duty room gave the order, and then burst out with bright flames and loud noises.
Before the German soldiers, who were shocked by the huge explosion, could react, the camouflaged Red Army soldiers who had been waiting and preparing for this moment had already taken the lead.
Red Army soldiers wearing captured German military uniforms jumped out of the car one by one. The soldiers hiding in the Lightning Opel truck also showed their weapons at almost the same time and filed out, almost all of which were composed of intensive firepower from automatic weapons.
Immediately followed by high-pitched shouts of killing.
"Kill all those fascists! Comrades, Ulla!"
Ding-ding——
The sound of shell cases being unloaded and falling into the collection box under the breech echoed loudly. Malashenko, who was holding the commander's periscope in his hand, gave the order again without any hesitation.
"Seryozha, let's go! Rush directly over, crush the roadblock and rush to the other side!"
"High-explosive bombs, quick!"
The German soldiers were directly confused by the sudden attack. Some of them still haven't realized what was going on. How come their own tanks that had passed the bridgehead on the other side suddenly opened fire on their own people?
"Russians! They are not our own people, they are Russians! Go find the detonator and blow up the bridge!"