The Don River Bridge connecting the north and south lines will definitely become a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh that the Russians must capture. Only the party that controls the Don River Bridge can connect the forces of the north and south lines together. For those Russians
It means completely closing the encirclement.
Otherwise, the German army would always have a chance to break through. Paulus, who was not very capable and had poor command skills, could clearly realize this by virtue of his high-ranking background.
The order to place explosives on the Don River Bridge and blow it up immediately if the situation went bad was personally given by Paulus to the Karachi garrison, and now was the best time to carry out Paulus's order.
Amidst the chaos of gunfire and gunfire, the order to blow up the bridge was received. Several panicked German soldiers were trying to escape from the machine gun bunker to get the matter done, but the bridge control room in front of them was a scene of flames.
However, several people were stunned on the spot for a moment.
"The bridge control room was blown up by a Russian tank! The detonator is inside, we can't blow up the bridge now!"
Malashenko's guess was correct. The bare bridgehead was the only man-made building. Even a fool knew that the detonator was probably placed inside.
The IS1 heavy tanks, all turning their turrets, fired a few shots and turned the bridge control room into a coffin of flames. I don't know if the Germans had piled ammunition or gasoline in it. The blazing posture was obviously not a few 85mm rifles.
The fantasy of using high-explosive bombs to blow up bridges has now been completely dismissed by the German army.
The German commander at the bridgehead, who learned that the bombing of the bridge had become a reality, did not realize what to do next for a while. The Soviet heavy tanks roared across the bridge with full throttle, but they had already crushed the roadblocks across the bridge.
, amidst the panicked shouts of a group of German soldiers, they bared their teeth and claws, and the fire was everywhere.
The German commander, whose face was full of shock, could clearly see it.
The leading Soviet heavy tank had already lost the Air Force identification flag that had just been covered on the outside of the turret. After the red and black Nazi flag was blown away by the strong wind, the Soviet Guards logo and a red and white flag were hidden under it.
The bear's head immediately appeared in front of us, and the number 177 painted on the armor on the front of the car was even more eye-catching.
This group of Russians actually used such a simple method to slip through and deceive their own checkpoint. Those wearing 35 steel helmets on their heads, wearing German winter uniforms, holding P40 and Mauser 98k in their hands, but they were shouting "Ula"
The camouflaged Soviet soldiers looked even more mocking.
The dark and windy night and the German army's own negligence eventually led to the tragedy before them. The latest batch of mass-produced IS1 heavy tanks that the German army had never seen before was put into actual combat.
A group of new German heavy tanks crossed the bridge at this perfect opportunity, catching the last train that was enough to get through.
Malashenko didn't know what kind of enemies would be waiting for him in the next battle. The only priority at the moment was to deal with the group of German infantry who had been beaten up and running around as soon as possible.
"Iushkin, report the ammunition you need and fire as you please! Seryosha drives the car towards the place where the Krauts are crowded, and clear this place as soon as possible!"
Before he finished speaking, Malashenko opened the turret hatch above his head, leaned out, and reached out to grab the 127mm Deshka heavy machine gun on the roof of the car. Malashenko immediately began to splash water wantonly, and there was a huge gunshot.
It rains down a barrage of death on any German infantry within visible sight.
All Soviet infantrymen participating in the camouflaged assault wore a red armband on their right arm as the only way to identify themselves and the enemy to avoid accidental injuries. It was an identification mark that was worn immediately after taking it out of the pocket after the assault began. Qianjun
ten thousand horses
However, how effective this method really is cannot be said clearly by Malashenko, the proposer of the method. In a chaotic situation, it can only be said that it is the best we can do.
The bridgehead here was on fire and turned into a mess. The shouts of killing were mixed with the sounds of gunfire and explosions, making a loud noise.
On the other side of the bridgehead, Major Baker had just assembled his team and had already led his team to the other side of the bridge to prepare for reinforcements.
Major Baker, who was in the center of the team, estimated that he had just run less than a hundred meters away. The entire team was continuing to move forward near the center of the bridge when a steel roar accompanied by the sound of wind suddenly came from behind.
, a shrieking shell exploded in the center of the team before Major Baker looked back.
boom--
"ah!!!"
The moment the explosion sounded, he felt as if he had been punched and flew backwards. His vision went dark. Major Baker struggled to get up from the ground with blurred consciousness. The first thing he saw was
Half of his body was blown apart in front of his eyes.
"Ah - save me, save me, who will save me?"
Half of the German soldier, whose abdominal organs were hanging on the ground with a mass of bloody flesh and blood, had not finished speaking. His ferocious and desperate expression was completely frozen by the extremely cold temperature of more than 30 degrees below zero. His entire upper body was leaning against the iron bridge.
The sight of blood frozen on the railing and the lower half of his body missing looked extremely horrifying.
Realizing that there were enemies coming from behind, Major Baker quickly stood up from the ground with the help of a soldier who came to help him, and then looked up in the direction of the bridgehead where he was on duty just now.
Lavrinenko, who no longer needed to hide anything, led the large forces of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade with their car lights on, and the roaring diesel engines even overcame the biting cold wind to occupy the absolute home court.
The scene of dozens of IS1 heavy tanks charging forward is hundreds of thousands of times more terrifying than the scene of a group of abyssal monsters rushing out of a dark fog.
Surprisingly, the fastest ones running at the front of the team are not these big IS1 heavy tanks, but the few T70 Xiaoding directly under the brigade headquarters of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade. These have been replaced with winter equipment.
Tracks, the little ones galloping across the snowy fields are far more maneuverable than is1.
The 45mm cannon was firing suppressively from a long distance away. It was not very powerful, but it hit the bridge with shrapnel flying everywhere. It really pinned a group of German infantry to the ground and scared them.
"Baker, it's the Russian army! We've been tricked, you'd better have a clear plan for the next step!"
The brain of Major Baker, who was also pinned to the ground and did not dare to move, was spinning rapidly. The classic philosophy of survival or destruction was once again testing people's hearts at this final moment of life and death.