Chapter 1293 The German army's grief and anger counterattack
The shock of the artillery fire knocked the German battalion commander Krist off the bed, and then he got under the bed with great dexterity.
"What's going on? Did the Russians attack?!"
A soldier covered in smoke rushed to his dormitory and shouted: "Batalion Commander! The Russians opened fire! Battalion Commander, where are you?"
"Damn it! I'm here, help me up! We're going to fight back!"
"Battal Commander, what are we going to do to fight back?! We are already surrounded by them."
"Of course it's mortars. Let's go to the arsenal and take out those mortars. We can't sit still and wait for death!"
The Soviet artillery fire ended quickly, and all that was left was the aimless German machine gun fire. The Germans fell silent after a random attack. After the routine harassment by artillery fire, the Soviet soldiers fell asleep.
The German and puppet soldiers could no longer sleep. They had to put out the fire last night, relying on the city's wells to continuously pour water on the burning houses. They were busy putting out the fire, searching for the victims, and bandaging the wounded.
It dawned early, and the fires in the city gradually subsided only after the sun rose.
However, when the time reached four o'clock, the Soviet army started firing artillery again! The soldiers were also awakened by the firing of artillery, and they acted as a group of spectators watching the German army's jokes.
The flames that had been extinguished were rekindled by the bombing. This time, the German and puppet soldiers, whose spirits were almost broken, could no longer bear it.
At most, they can ensure that the city center will not burn, and let the wooden buildings on the outskirts of the city catch fire.
In this round of shelling, the Soviet army actually killed only two enemies. The reason why the damage was so small was entirely because the German soldiers who couldn't stand it simply got into the cellars one by one.
The battle has been going on for almost a full day now. If the Soviet army wanted to attack the city, they would have captured it yesterday. They were just shelling it. The best way to avoid artillery fire is to learn from rats!
When the dust settled, disgraced German soldiers emerged from cellars and basements one after another.
"Go to your respective posts quickly and guard against the Russian attack! Cough! Cough!"
Battalion Commander Krist looked as slovenly as his soldiers. He inhaled a lot of dust, and his lungs twitched violently from time to time. His mental condition was even worse. He had only slept since the battle started yesterday morning.
Three hours. If he just sat quietly, sleeping for three hours a day would still be acceptable, but he was always busy.
The arsenal of the Loev garrison was placed in a cellar, where there was originally a cellar for storing sauerkraut, but now a large amount of bullets and a large amount of flour were accumulated.
The railway branch line passing through the city was not damaged during the bombardment, but the collapsed building debris left the track full of debris. To make matters worse, the freight platform building was blown up.
The Soviet 70mm recoilless gun shells are not very destructive to concrete buildings, but if they are bombed too frequently, the buildings will still collapse.
There are no buildings in the city that have not been attacked by artillery fire. Fortunately, many buildings have only collapsed some walls, but their foundations are still intact, so the basements are also intact.
Seeing ordinary soldiers moving towards the outskirts of the city, Krist shouted at the top of his lungs to the more than 20 soldiers in the cellar: "You move quickly, pull up all the debugged mortars, and discharge all the shells."
Move out! We're going to fight back!"
Being bombarded blindly, Krista felt that she was simply a coward. Breaking out would be used as a target for machine guns, so she had no choice but to use mortars to demonstrate.
Each company of the German front-line troops has two 80mm mortars, with a range of up to two kilometers and impressive power. As for the second-line troops, because their main function is to control the occupied area, there are no offensive weapons and equipment.
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The Thousand Man German and puppet troops originally stationed in Loyev only had three such powerful mortars and not many artillery shells, only a hundred rounds.
The soldiers carried the gun barrels and got out of the cellar. Under the instructions of the battalion commander, they cleared an area of rubble on the street in front of the cellar. This was used as a position.
"The three mortar positions were completed quickly, and all the ammunition was ready for me!"
Krist watched as the gun barrel was clamped on the tripod. Next, the artilleryman couldn't help but ask: "Battalion Commander, which area are we bombarding? This kind of gun can hit up to two thousand meters away!"
"Of course bombing in all directions! Bombing those forests!" Krist roared at the top of his lungs. To the artillerymen, their officer looked like Shi Lezhi.
Operating a mortar does not require too rigorous training. After all, the original design intention of this weapon is to rely on projecting a large number of shells in a short period of time to cover an area with firepower.
However, the German army's artillery shell reserve was too small. The artillerymen clearly understood that they were designed to fire every three seconds, and each gun was allocated thirty rounds. Wouldn't it take two minutes to finish the firing?
The artilleryman asked again: "Battalion Commander, we only have a hundred rounds of artillery shells, which can be fired in a short time. Do you really believe that we can plow the surrounding cities?"
"Damn it! Cough! Cough!" Krist suddenly coughed violently. He squatted on the ground and covered his mouth with his hands. He felt a stream of liquid spurting out of his mouth. When he looked carefully, his hands were actually stained red with blood.
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"Damn it! My lungs were burst by the Russian artillery fire. We can't let them be arrogant anymore." After saying that, he reluctantly stood up again, casually pointed with his right hand and ordered: "You just fire in that direction.
Give me an area of about 1,200 meters away and about 500 meters wide, and shoot all the shells. I think there must be a group of Russians ambushing there, and kill all the Russians in that area!"
The artillerymen received the order, and they quickly adjusted the scale and aiming direction. The auxiliary soldiers pried open each wooden box and took out the five artillery shells inside. A total of twenty boxes were pried open and evenly distributed to each gun.
Bit.
"Report to the battalion commander, finished on the 1st!"
"No. 2 is over!"
"End on the third!"
Krist was eroded by the flames of revenge. He didn't care whether opening fire like this would anger the Russians, but he was not a man if he remained silent after being humiliated. What was even worse was that when he saw himself coughing up a pool of blood, he even felt
I am not going to die soon, this may be my last war!
He raised his right hand high and said, "Prepare each gun position, one shot every ten seconds until the position is cleared."
The gunners received the order and all held a heavy cannon shell, and many assistant gunners also held cannon shells and prepared to supply them.
"Feuer!"
The shells fired by mortars are all subsonic, so there is only a dull sound of artillery fire, which can not be heard by the Soviet army ambushing a thousand meters away.
However, when the artillery shell flew high at an angle of 61 degrees, the whistling sound of its tail piercing the air became louder and louder. The Soviet veterans who laughed at the enemy being bombed immediately realized what had happened.
"It's enemy artillery! Get down!"
Each veteran waited like this, and quickly got into the trenches and paratrooper pits, curled up into a ball with their heads in their hands, and even got into the shell shelters they dug themselves.
On the other hand, there were some people who were slow to respond. Their actions were one step too late. When the shell hit the ground and exploded, they immediately felt the stimulation of the explosion storm.
The German mortars bombed Balzen's reconnaissance camp and the Yevgeny Battalion of the 284th Division's Second Regiment. The shells exploded at their forward positions, and casualties followed!