In the dark night, the screams of killing in Lechicha were loud. The road that should have been dark was frequently illuminated by the light of explosions. In the night, not only the yellow flames of machine guns fired, but also the emerald green tracer bullets created a
Magnificent spectacle.
By nine o'clock in the evening, the fighting in the eastern city of Lechica was almost over. Only a block to the north of the train station still had hundreds of people resisting.
This block is full of buildings. According to the city map drawn before the war, there were several department stores, food processing workshops, clothing stores, and even the "Lechica Primary School" on the street occupied by the German troops.
There is a middle school and an elementary school built in this city. Before the outbreak of the war, our hero sniper Natasha was still attending the middle school here. It was a boarding school, so in her spare time, Natasha was a
I visited this small city!
If Natasha was involved in this battle, no one knew this place better than she did, and she certainly knew the area where the Germans occupied.
"Damn it! Are these Germans the Waffen SS? It's come to this point, why don't you surrender?" Tepunov hid in a house, where his temporary brigade headquarters was located.
It was actually very thrilling. The brigade headquarters was only sixty meters away from the nearest enemy.
A battalion commander who smelled of gunpowder smoke hurriedly entered the room.
"Report to the brigade commander! We..."
Tepunov suddenly dropped his pencil: "Tell me, has the breach been opened?"
"No! The enemy had the terrain advantage, and my battalion's attack was suppressed by them."
"You are making excuses. Listen, we must break through the enemy's defense line. This is the final battle. After this battle, the entire Lechitsa will be liberated!"
"Okay!" The battalion commander gritted his teeth. Under the dim oil lamp, his risk-taking look was also noticeable to everyone in the brigade headquarters.
He turned to leave, but was stopped by the brigade chief of staff. The chief of staff advised Tepunov: "We cannot increase casualties. In this dark state, and with the German army occupying a unique terrain advantage, it is difficult for our heavy weapons to exert their strength.
, continue to kill people, even if we win, it will be a miserable victory."
"What the hell!" Tepunov's fervent heart calmed down a little, but the battle still had to be fought.
In this unprecedented world war, street fighting became a very important way of fighting for the first time, and it was also a normal situation on the Soviet-German battlefield in the middle of the war. The Soviet army did not know how to fight street fighting at the beginning. They learned warfare during the war, and in order to
At the expense of tens of thousands of outstanding soldiers, some street fighting tactics were summed up in the later stages of the war.
For example, tanks and assault guns are used as the core of the attack, and a platoon of infantry fully equipped with submachine guns is used to accompany the advance. Such a combat group with a total of more than 40 people can be advantageous in attacking the fortresses built by the enemy on the streets.
At present, the surviving German and puppet troops total only more than 600 people. Their commander died in the battle and the personnel withdrew to the city.
The so-called trapped beast still fights. They knew very well that if they were caught by the Soviet army, they would be brutally tortured. Rather than being tortured to death, it would be more honorable to die in battle.
They occupied a crossroads and established defensive positions in four directions. Some soldiers even climbed up the stairs and fired at the attacking Soviet troops from a high position.
The crazed Soviet soldiers stormed towards the last enemy, charging selflessly in a cramped place. Hundreds of soldiers became the dead under the German machine guns.
Although the German army also paid a certain price, they still defended strongly. The battle lasted until nine o'clock in the evening, but the Soviet army still failed to capture this place.
However, the Soviet frontline command headquarters is already drafting documents and preparing to report the successful liberation of Lechica to the distant headquarters.
Lavrenti moved the headquarters to the second floor of the tallest building he had just occupied. The clutter had been cleared out on the second floor. A map of the region was suddenly placed on the large desk, and four oil lamps were placed on it.
Yevgeny said cheerfully: "Old man, our new round of attack should be able to defeat the last enemy. When the battle is completely over, we will send the telegram."
"That's what I thought." As he spoke, Lavrenti looked toward the west through the shattered window. "The explosions there were deafening and the firelight was dazzling. I hope the battle will end soon."
"It should be possible. By the way, what about the prisoners of war? There may be a lot of prisoners of war in the west, so you have to make a decisive decision."
"Well..." Lavrenti hesitated, "Our second regiment probably also captured some prisoners of war. How did you deal with them?"
"Me? Of course I will shoot him directly!"
"Ah? So simple and crude?"
"We only have 10,000 troops. I'm afraid there will be another 1,000 or 2,000 casualties after this battle. The wounded will have to be escorted back. In the end, there are not many troops left in the city. The actual amount of military rations we carry is also
Not much. If I capture too many prisoners, I don’t want to be impoverished by the prisoners. Not to mention that I have to divide the troops to guard the prisoners. It’s such a trouble, it’s better to just shoot them.”
"Logically speaking, we shouldn't kill prisoners. The commander has always hated this kind of behavior. But... under the special circumstances now. I have decided that the prisoners of war in the west will be shot directly."
Yevgeny nodded and walked slowly to the window. The smell of gunpowder smoke blew in from the south from time to time. It was really emotional and nervous to witness the magnificent cover of the west.
Suddenly, a messenger went up to the second floor panting.
He shouted loudly: "Report, our attack just now only advanced less than fifty meters! We have not completed the annihilation of the enemy. We request fire support!"
"What?!" Lavrenti suddenly turned his head, walked a few steps, and stood in front of the messenger: "Whose army are you?"
"I'm a paratrooper brigade."
Lavrenti saw the collar of the soldier's sea soul shirt out of the corner of his eye and understood everything. He asked: "Can't the parachute brigade use radios? How can they send people to communicate?"
"The noise is too great! The battle is too dangerous! Our brigade commander sent me here to explain something to you. The enemy occupies the building and the rubble in the corner. They shoot at us from multiple angles. Our soldiers must move along
To attack in a narrow street, you have to fight the enemy building by building and room by room. Especially the teaching building of the elementary school, where the Germans have the tightest defense!"
"It's actually like this!" Lavrenti suddenly realized that he had underestimated the enemy. He hurried back to the desk and hunched over to find the location of the elementary school.
During this process, the correspondents also reported one after another on the encounters of the troops on the front line, that is, the troops were unable to pass through the German defense lines.
The location of the primary school was found, and it was two kilometers away from the building. This was not a long distance in the open land, but in the city, two kilometers was already too far.
The messenger continued to speak: "Sir, my brigade commander implores you to find a way to provide fire support. Only strong firepower can defeat the enemy."
"Eh? Fire strike?" Lavrenti asked: "Is it because our recoilless guns are too weak, or the German defense is too strong. Our RPG missiles are designed to hit infantry, can't they kill the enemy?"
"This... our heavy weapons and ammunition are exhausted, and we can only rely on machine guns and grenades to fight."
"Ah!" Lavrenti's head buzzed. He never thought that the attacking troops would run out of ammunition. However, the messenger had sufficient reasons to prove that they had no more artillery shells.
Not only the paratrooper brigade, but also the artillery shells of other troops were completely consumed.
"Sir! At least please deliver some artillery shells to us quickly, so that the German positions can be broken through quickly."
"Artillery shells! Artillery shells! There are not many recoilless rifle shells left, and the RPG warheads are all worn out. If the rear doesn't supply me with supplies, how can I still have artillery shells!" Laflenji did not dare to say these words in his heart to the messenger in person.
, and did not dare to tell the regimental commanders, because he was afraid that the soldiers would realize that there was a big problem with the logistics of the army, which would damage it.
Just when he was at a loss, Yevgeny asked: "Our artillery regiment commander Doronin, where is he?"
"They? They participated in the attack on the train station, so I asked the artillery to withdraw. After all, it is meaningless for the artillery to continue fighting without artillery shells."
"Do we have any spare 80mm mortar shells?"
"There should be more..." Lavrenti thought for a moment and immediately ordered the signal corps to contact the artillery regiment.
"Sir, the artillery regiment called back. They still have thirty boxes of 80mm artillery shells."
"Haha! Thirty boxes is one hundred and fifty rounds!" Lavrenti was overjoyed. "Immediately ordered Doronin to report to the headquarters with all his mortar groups and all the shells."
It was already half past nine in the evening, and the fighting in the west of the city was still continuing. The fierce Soviet attack achieved certain results with a large number of casualties. However, a large number of German troops withdrew to the primary school campus, especially the two-story teaching building. The German troops and the puppet troops
The army and 500 people were making the final resistance.
The Soviet officers and soldiers were impressed by the enemy's astonishing refusal to retreat, but those who deserved to die were better than those who deserved to be killed.
Also at 9:30 pm, Doronin led more than 200 people and hurried to the downstairs of the headquarters building carrying equipment.
Speaking of this building, its roof is relatively wide and flat. Lavrenti himself is a veteran of many battles, and he understands that joining the building will make the mortars more useful.
"Report, Artillery Regiment Commander Doronin, report to you."
Lavrenti said anxiously: "Originally, I thought we would win the final battle with the last rush, and then the city would be liberated. Now that the German army has occupied the primary school teaching building, our heavy weapons consumption is a bit high, and it is difficult to win quickly. So I thought
I'm going to use your mortars to bring hail to the enemy, are you sure?"
"How far is this... target from us?"
"It's two thousand meters."
"This distance is really far. Sir, I can only tell you helplessly that the artillery bombardment here cannot concentrate the enemy at all? The mortar has to be at a low elevation angle to reach the farthest. Look at the surrounding environment and building restrictions.
The shooting angle!"
Lavrenti pointed to the sky: "That's why I let you go upstairs."
"Go upstairs?" Doronin raised his head and couldn't help laughing. "Okay, sir, we all understand. Please also inform the frontline troops that I cannot guarantee that all the shells can hit the target area at such a long distance.
, I don’t want any accidental injuries to occur.”
"You don't need to think about this. What you should consider is to complete the bombardment as quickly as possible." Lavrenti looked at his watch, "There are still fifteen minutes until ten o'clock in the evening. You must complete the mission before ten o'clock."
"I promise to complete the mission!" Doronin saluted confidently and raised his right hand: "Brothers, go upstairs! Blow up the fascists!"
The roof of the original administrative building of the Rechicha Soviet, which was 20 meters wide and 50 meters wide, actually became a Soviet mortar position. Thirty 80mm mortars were densely arrayed in an area of 1,000 square meters.
gun.
Each gun was given only five rounds of ammunition, which was enough.
"Comrades! I have received the order to fire! Get ready! One shot! Fire!"
At the same time, the Soviet troops on the front line took the initiative to retreat, which made the stubborn German troops very confused. Could it be that the Soviet troops were preparing something?
Soon, a special sharp roar came from the sky, and it was obvious what it came from.
The German army's front has been compressed to the primary school campus and a small area nearby, and the core of its defense is the teaching building.
Doronin relied on a map, a ruler and a pencil to skillfully calculate the real distance, as well as the best shooting angle and the trajectory and impact point of the artillery regiment. This artillery regiment commander has real talent and knowledge.
In this bombardment, his artillery dealt a fatal blow to the German army.
That two-story teaching building, even if its ceiling was very strong, could not withstand being hit by a hundred and fifty rounds of artillery shells!
As a result, after the continuous launch, the teaching building became a violent hell. The entire building collapsed in the violent explosion. A large number of building debris, even human limbs, were blown into the sky and fell out of control.
More than a hundred German officers and soldiers who stood firm in the teaching building and unleashed firepower in all directions were basically wiped out in the bombardment.
The teaching building was the last spiritual pillar of the German army. With its destruction, the surviving German soldiers stared blankly at the magnificent scene. Their fighting spirit and their bodies had already entered death in advance.
"Comrades! The superiors have orders to destroy the fascists and leave no survivors! Ula!" Tepunov, with bloodshot eyes, shouted the slogan and led his soldiers in the final charge.
The Soviet troops surrounding this place were all charging. The soldiers suddenly discovered that the enemy's firepower, which had been fighting back desperately just now, was suddenly too weak. It was not that they lost the support of the firepower point of the teaching building, but that the German officers and soldiers must have given up resistance.
Sure enough, many Soviet soldiers saw the enemy at close range. They were poor people. They threw away their guns and sat on the ground. They looked at the Russians who were about to kill them with a smile in disbelief.
The Soviet soldiers carried out the orders of their superiors, holding up their rifles with lances with ferocious eyes, and in the brilliant light of fire, they frantically stabbed and killed the enemies who gave up resistance.
At the end of the last battle, it became a unilateral killing of the German army by the Soviet army.
When the last enemy was killed, the battle in the west of the city came to an end.
Finally victorious?
However, the vast number of soldiers sat on the dirty and dusty ground, holding their guns and breathing heavily. They knew they had won, but they had no time to shout slogans and jump up and down in celebration.
The soldiers were so tired! They just sat quietly, even if there were still bloody enemy corpses lying next to them, or comrades who refused to die.
The soldiers' minds went blank. At most, they only managed to gasp for air and prove that they survived until the liberation of Lechica.
At 10:40 p.m., the fierce sound of gunfire in the west completely stopped, but sporadic gunfire sounded one after another in the city.
"Haha, the battle is finally over. We have liberated Lechicha." Standing at the window, Yevgeny looked at the west and couldn't help but sigh. "It's really strange. I suddenly felt that this lacked a sense of reality."
Lavrenti also walked to the window and shook his head: "Let the soldiers find a piece of red cloth and hang it on a stick. When tomorrow dawns and you see the red flag flying in this house, you will believe that all this is
It's true." As he said that, he patted the old man on the shoulder, "Now it's time to report the victory to our commander. I think tomorrow, our leader Comrade Stalin will also know the fact that Lechica was liberated. Even if this