After dawn the next day, German reinforcements rushed to the village that was attacked by rocket launchers. The German major led the team only saw more than twenty untidy soldiers sitting outside the village where the blue smoke was still emitting.
The German major led a dozen subordinates to the regiment command post in the middle of the village, walking on the dirt road with heat. However, he soon discovered that there were only a few huge craters there, surrounded by blown motorcycles and burnt corpses, and a lingering smell of burnt odor filled the air.
"Damn, what exactly happened here?" The major was so angry that he was so angry that he ordered a sergeant beside him: "Sergeant, go and bring a guard here. I want to ask them what happened here last night?"
Not long after the German sergeant left, he came over with a second-level corporal. The major asked at the other party: "Class 2, what happened here last night? Why did the entire village be burned?"
"I don't know, Mr. Major." The second-level corporal replied in a panic: "I was sleeping in the house and suddenly woke up by the explosion outside. I rushed to the window and saw that there was a fire outside, so I quickly escaped."
"Did you see the regiment commander, the regiment chief of staff and others?" The major grabbed the other party's clothes and asked viciously: "Continue to see a fire outside, why didn't you go to put out the fire?"
"Mr. Major, the fire is too big, we can't save it at all." The second-level corporal said with a sad face: "I later asked someone to inquire. After seeing the house near the regiment command post, I rushed to put out the fire immediately. Unexpectedly, they were attacked by Russian artillery fire and they all died."
"The Russian artillery attack?!" The major heard this and looked around and said puzzledly: "If you can destroy the village in a short period of time, you must not use mortars or light artillery, but heavy artillery. How did the Russians transport heavy artillery to the vicinity of the village? And the people in charge of the regiment headquarters did not find that the Russians had established artillery positions nearby."
The major became more and more angry as he spoke. He pushed the second-level corporal away and ordered the sergeant under his command: "Shoot all the soldiers who serve as village guards."
When the sergeant heard this order, he was shocked and quickly persuaded: "Mr. Major, are all twenty people shot to death?"
"Yes, all shots will be killed, and no one will be left." The major shouted: "Their duty is to protect the safety of the regiment headquarters. Now the regiment headquarters has been destroyed by the Russian artillery fire, so let them go to hell to accompany the dead officers."
The 20 surviving German soldiers were disarmed, with their hands tied back and their eyes were standing by the village. Opposite them, there were the same number of soldiers standing. Seeing that the execution soldiers were in place, the major raised his right hand high and shouted loudly: "Prepare!" As he shouted, all the soldiers raised their guns and aimed at their colleagues in front of him.
"Let me!" The major waved his hand down as he shouted. At the same time, the executioners pulled the trigger at the same time. After a dense gunfire, the soldiers on the opposite side fell to the ground and died in various positions.
After executing the dereliction of duty, the German major ordered his subordinates: "You search within a few kilometers nearby to see where the Russians deployed their artillery positions."
When the soldiers scattered and searched, the major returned to the armored vehicle with the radio and said to the correspondents sitting in the car: "Send a phone call to the division headquarters and say that our regiment headquarters has been destroyed by the Russian artillery fire, and ask them to indicate the next action."
The German division commander was shocked when he learned that a regiment commander under his command, together with his command, was killed by the Soviet artillery fire. He hurriedly called the major back and ordered him to find out where the Soviet artillery position was set and how could he easily destroy the regiment-level command.
The German soldiers were riding motorcycles and searching with the village as the center point. About half an hour later, the motorcycle that the German sergeant was riding arrived at the rocket launch site last night. Although Goria and the others left nothing, he still found some suspicious places. He asked the motorcyclists to go back to find the major, and he stayed there to carefully investigate the scene.
After about ten minutes, the major came over in the sidecar of the tricycle. He saw the sergeant looking around with his head down, and asked loudly: "Sergeant, have you found any clues?"
Hearing the Major's voice, the Sgt. quickly stood up and replied respectfully: "Yes, Mr. Major, I think I may have found some clues."
The major walked up to him and asked, "What clues are you? Tell me quickly and listen."
The sergeant pointed to the ground and said to the major, "Mr. Major, look at the ground. An armored vehicle should have been docked here last night."
The major looked down at the messy wheels and track marks on the dirt road, and said disapprovingly: "This is obviously a trace left by our half-track armored vehicle. Maybe they were parked here for a while. What is this clue?"
"Mr. Major," saw that his words did not attract the attention of the Major, and quickly explained: "From the traces on the ground, the armored vehicle stopped when it arrived. The driver did not continue to drive forward, but turned around in the direction of the coming. Look at the wheels and tracks next to them, there are many footprints, which prove that the soldiers on the car had got off the car. Judging from these footprints, the studs on the soles of their shoes were round, and our studs were square, so I can be sure that the Russians had been here last night."
After the sergeant's analysis, the German major felt that it seemed to make some sense, but he frowned and asked, "What are the Russians doing to get off the car here? If we want to arrange artillery positions, there are not many traces nearby."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You come here to see it," the sergeant brought the major to the position where the tripod was set up, pointed to the ground and said, "This place should be something similar to a tripod was set up..."
"Can it be a gunshot?" asked the major tentatively: "Their artillery observers have established observation points here to guide the artillery positions behind them."
"This is impossible, Mr. Major." The sergeant shook his head and said, "The Russian artillery positions are all located on the east bank of the Volga River, which is more than thirty kilometers away from us, so we can't even fight. Since their shells cannot be hit here, what's the point of building an artillery observation point here?"
"Yes," said the major in a daze, "What are the Russians doing here?"
"Mr. Major," just when the two were confused, the motorcycle rider suddenly spoke, "When I went to the field hospital to visit a fellow villager a few days ago, I heard him say that now the Russians have a new type of rocket launcher that can be fired with just one launcher, which is quite convenient to transfer. They have suffered from such rockets when attacking. Look, will the Russians be such rockets attack our regiment command?"
Hearing the motorcycle rider say this, the German Sergeant suddenly realized: "Mr. Major, I understand why there is a tripod mark on the soil here. It turns out that the Russians used to set up rocket launchers."
After finding out the real thought of the attack from the regiment headquarters, the major got into the standby again and ordered the motorcycle to: "Send me back to the armored vehicle, and I want to report this situation to the division commander immediately."