During the retreat, Igor and Natasha took off their reed camouflage, leaving only a small ball of grass on their helmets. It was really the standard Soviet military uniform, and the one hanging on Natasha's chest reflected in the setting sun.
The shining gold star medal allowed the reinforcing Soviet troops to recognize his identity, and no accidental damage occurred.
When the two parties walked in, Little Womansky recognized at a glance that the person with traces of mud on his face was the famous fighting hero, the real Soviet hero Natasha!
"What are you doing here?! How did you get out of the battlefield? Could it be that the reconnaissance battalion's defense line can't hold it anymore?"
When Little Warmansky asked this question, Natasha suddenly lost her composure.
Igor explained directly: "The reconnaissance battalion is still defending desperately. They have suffered heavy casualties. Please reinforce them quickly!"
"Okay! Let's go now!" Warmansky didn't ask any further questions. He waved his fist and said, "Brothers, we have seized the opportunity, let's go for it!"
Looking at hundreds of friendly troops shouting "Hurrah", Natasha suddenly forgot about the soreness in her shoulders. She immediately hoped to get some bullets from the friendly troops. However, no soldiers would stop. She watched helplessly.
The troops carrying the Deshka heavy machine gun fled until she encountered the youth battalion in the rear.
When Kharkov saw that the girl Xinyi was extremely slovenly, it was beyond words to say that he was shocked.
Natasha, however, seemed to have seen a relative. She grabbed Kharkiv's hand and moved her face towards him. The girl did not hide her urgency and shouted: "Give me bullets quickly. I want 7.62mm rifle bullets."
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"I……"
"Kharkov, are you stupid? Give me bullets quickly, I want to return to the battlefield."
"well!"
Kharkov realized something and immediately asked his subordinates to even out some bullets. It didn't matter if they evened out the bullets. Natasha was stunned and added nearly a hundred bullets. She left the battlefield reluctantly, and now she has another
A reason to fight that Igor could no longer refuse.
The girl with mud marks on her face smiled as brightly as a flower: "Igor, let's go to the battlefield quickly! I will continue to fight against fascism!"
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Warmansky Jr. arrived very timely, and after his troops arrived at the Blacksmith Village, they suddenly absorbed some troops from the 284th Division Engineer Regiment (Anatoly's men) and the anti-aircraft battalion, and the strength expanded to 400 men.
Coupled with the addition of the youth battalion, the entire army has a reorganization battalion.
This unit carried four boats of Deshka heavy machine guns and abundant ammunition. Four people carried such heavy weapons forward.
This unit successfully completed the reinforcement of the reconnaissance battalion, and the 12.7 mm bullets instantly became a nightmare for the attacking Germans. The Deshka heavy machine gun ignored the cover of the reeds, and the huge bullets reaped lives, and the bodies of those who were shot were directly torn apart.
It cracked, and countless bloody corpses spilled onto the soft mud, becoming fertilizer for reeds.
There is nothing better than watching the fighting body turn into pieces in front of you. What kind of weapon were they killed by? Heavy machine gun!
Not only did the Soviet army have heavy machine guns, they actually started projecting artillery shells.
The officers and soldiers of the 734th Division all knew that the Soviet troops in the swamps were equipped with RPGs and recoilless rifles, and suffered heavy losses in the fierce battle in early May. Therefore, Krieger's troops were cowed on the spot when faced with such firepower, and the soldiers
They retreated without authorization, even including the German mortar positions.
Looking at the retreating German troops, Warmansky put down his telescope with disdain: "I haven't fought these fascists yet, how could you have escaped? Since you have escaped, I can hold on to this place."
Warmansky Jr. soon started a fierce battle with the German army Sean's troops who broke out here.
Sean went through a lot of hard work and lost some soldiers before he managed to break through. His troops were mentally prepared to encounter a blockade, but when they really started fighting, they realized that they faced the greatest resistance in breaking through.
Because the Soviet firepower network composed of Deshka heavy machine guns, MG34, ZB26, as well as a small number of RPGs and a small number of recoilless rifles cannot be broken through by mere flesh and blood. With such firepower to assist, Little Warmansky is completely
I believe that I will make great achievements again this time.
It was already six o'clock in the afternoon, and the battle entered the so-called most intense and critical moment.
It was also at this time that Yang Mingzhi led his troops to meet with the reconnaissance battalion. The arrival of the commander himself naturally shocked Balzen, Womansky Jr., and even all the soldiers who were blocking the enemy here.
Putting his shock aside, Warmansky confidently saluted in front of Yang Mingzhi, but was pulled down by Yang Mingzhi and then half-knelt on the ground.
"You big idiot, you saluted me, do you want to kill me?!"
"I……"
"Can you ensure that the enemy has no snipers?!"
At this moment, little Warmansky realized his mistake.
From the corner of his eye, Yang Mingzhi also noticed Natasha who was already half-crouching here. This girl was dirty and had obviously gone through a fierce battle. She was half-kneeling and waiting quietly, with tears on her muddy face.
Two obvious traces were left.
"Balzen, you are here too. You have been defending here for the longest time. Now let's talk about the situation. Is the enemy trying to rescue?"
"Yes, but as you can see, I carried out your death order desperately, and we were still holding on until Comrade Womansky arrived."
"That's right!" Womansky Jr. excitedly said: "They are the most tenacious warriors I have ever seen. They were attacked by enemies several times their size, and they can still hold on tenaciously. I really admire them. But I
On the way to the reinforcements, I saw Natasha retreating. She left the battlefield and actually asked my people for bullets."
Natasha's heart skipped a beat. She was not familiar with this little Womansky. She really didn't know why this guy said this in front of the commander.
"I can't take care of Natasha's affairs for the moment. She may have run out of bullets. Isn't that right! Natasha?!"
Yang Mingzhi suddenly turned his head and asked, making the girl who was in a daze suddenly at a loss.
"Yes Yes!"
"My dear, can you continue to fight? The army needs you very much."
"I can!"
"Very good." Yang Mingzhi turned his head again, "I am taking a risk this time. We must hold on here. We must prevent the German army from breaking out, and we must also prevent the German army from reinforcing. The battle has completely exceeded my expectations. If we can continue today
Within six hours, one regiment was annihilated and another regiment was driven back, and the guerrilla republic's rear crisis was over.
Now, you commanders, immediately return to the various units and urge the soldiers to keep fighting. Anyone who dares to escape without my order will be sentenced to death by firing squad."
As a powerful Soviet force entered the battle, it was like a partition that completely blocked Sean's troops from breaking through, but Sean did not give up hope.
The German army had no idea that the top officer of the Soviet army in the swamp was not far in front of them. That officer actually picked up his weapon and fought like a soldier!
Yang Mingzhi held a submachine gun and kept firing short bursts at the enemy's position. The bullets fired by the Germans also whizzed around him. He thought of himself as a lucky person, so he continued to take risks.
The reconnaissance battalion, the youth battalion, the dismounted cavalry battalion, and a small group of Romanians served as the "backstop" troops. Together, there were more than 800 people who kept fighting.
Yang Mingzhi was very happy to see those Romanians, regardless of their marksmanship, they were indeed aiming at the German army's position and firing. First of all, as a containment force, they were very qualified.
Yang Mingzhi also noticed that among the children who had been interrogating for a long time, some of them had good marksmanship. In this battle, the performance of the youth camp was also very satisfactory.
"Haha, Kharkiv, you brat has finally grown up?"
Under the leadership of Yang Mingzhi, these 800 warriors not only had to block the enemy's breakout, but also blocked the German reinforcements. The pressure was actually very high.
The German commander, Sean, noticed that the Soviet encirclement network was getting closer and closer. Perhaps ordinary troops would surrender in the face of such a disaster. He was determined to fight to the end, especially in the hail of bullets, lying on the muddy ground.
On the contrary, the mind is active.
Suddenly, a way to successfully break out came to mind.
"Signal soldier!? Are you dead? If not, come here!"
Sean yelled a few times, and a communications soldier with blood on his face and slovenly clothes, but carrying an intact radio on his back, stumbled over.
Sean pulled out the earphones on the radio, held the walkie-talkie in his hand, and shouted directly to friendly Krieger in German.
"Krieg! My retreat is blocked by the Soviet army, and I need your artillery support!"
At the same time, Krieger was annoyed that his men could not break through the Soviet defense line instantly. He admitted that these so-called guerrillas were completely the combat effectiveness of the regular army. However, the bad environment made the German heavy weapons useless.
Sean is still alive now, and he still has the strength to shout, but what he shouts is really puzzling.
"Artillery support? We have field artillery there? Do you expect mortar reinforcements? The distance is too far."
"Idiot! Are your eight assault guns already submerged in the swamp? Let them raise their muzzles, load them with explosive shells, and use them as howitzers!"
The words really made Krieger suddenly realize it!
These No. 3 assault guns are all D-type. The main gun is a 24-caliber 75mm gun. It does not have a movable turret, but the main gun can rotate left and right in a small range.
The main gun can instantly transform from a cannon into a howitzer by moving its firing angle up and down. As the war continues to develop, the assault gun plays more of a role as a self-propelled artillery. It can not only attack tanks, but also attack infantry. It is also a powerful weapon.
In past battles, Krieger had little experience of commanding assault guns in battles. After all, there was no need to use such a 20-ton weapon against ordinary guerrillas.
"Okay, artillery support will be here soon. Now please tell me, where should we bombard?"
Sean didn't waste any time. He shouted happily: "Bombard about 800 meters due west of the building. Don't worry about hitting us. Fire ten rounds into each vehicle, and then we will forcefully break through."
The cooperation between the two German armies was quite good. If Krieger didn't mess around, the assault guns would have gotten stuck in the mud anyway. They simply stopped the soldiers from trying to free them. The assault guns would use their current positions as fixed forts.
Krieger urgently called the commanders of each vehicle. The overall quality of these vehicle commanders was very high, so after looking at the map, they quickly calculated their respective reasonable trajectories.
"Everyone of you will open fire as soon as you are in position. Fire ten rounds at a rate of one round every half minute. After that, I will personally give the order whether to continue firing."
The commanders acted very quickly. Krieger saw with his own eyes that the angle of the gun barrels of each vehicle increased. Then, the gun barrels roared without warning. In a moment, a black shadow accompanied by huge fires appeared with a low level.
The projectile flew into the distance.
In fact, Glick's assault gun is only three kilometers away from Yang Mingzhi's location. The 75mm gun equipped with the assault gun has a shorter range due to its shorter barrel, but it can hit an area three kilometers away.
More than enough.
Everything happened without warning. When Yang Mingzhi heard the sharp whistling sound, he yelled and fell down, and at the same time, the explosion happened.
"Damn it! Why do the Germans still have field artillery? There is a fallacy in the intelligence of the 21st Guerrilla Brigade!" He cursed while holding his head to avoid the gunfire.
He has a lot of knowledge on how to avoid gunfire. In short, it is most correct to huddle up on a ball of reeds and pray not to be directly hit by enemy guns.
The German artillery bombardment was not intensive and caused heavy casualties to the Soviet army.
Romanians, as well as young soldiers from the youth camp, some of them were killed on the spot in the shelling. There were also a large number of soldiers who wailed while covering Juanjuan's bleeding wounds after being injured.
Those girls in the youth camp, thanks to their daily training, the artillery fire did not frighten them out of their wits. They bravely jumped out of the shelter from the artillery fire one by one, and bravely pulled the wounded to the bunker. Their courage is worthy of praise, but
This irrational behavior cost several lives.
Cannonballs end lives in the simplest and crudest way.
This shelling was short-lived and violent, but for the Germans, it became hope for survival.
Sean smiled excitedly like a lunatic. He roared excitedly into the walkie-talkie: "You did a great job! Just hit the enemy's position. We are launching a breakout now. Don't stop your bombardment!"
"What? Still need shelling? Won't it hit you?!"
"There is no time to waste time! Don't worry about accidental injuries. As long as the large force can successfully break through, some helpless accidental injuries are acceptable. Hurry up and bombard me. There are thousands of guerrillas behind me. Our regiment must survive!"
Krieger understood what his comrades wanted to do, and actually rushed towards his own artillery fire. Although the artillery shells would definitely kill and injure his own people, it would also make it difficult for the Soviet army to organize an effective defense. It seemed that this was Sean.
The unit's last hope for a breakout.
Krieger was really moved by this comrade, and immediately issued the order to continue the artillery fire: "Each vehicle will continue to fire at a rate of one round per minute until all the shells are fired!"
At the same time, Yang Mingzhi remembered his past a year ago amidst the gunfire.
It’s so similar! This place is so much like the outskirts of Minsk last year.
Yang Mingzhi has always felt that last year's battle in the village of Badijinskaya outside Minsk was his battle to become famous. At that time, the difficulties faced by the troops were much more severe than they are now.
The stunning performance of the new weapons created a tactical victory that slightly rewrote military history.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing.
Guard platoon leader Abram stumbled over and asked loudly: "Commander! What are you laughing at? Is there a new decision? Thank God, I really don't want to be shot here."
"Haha! Abram, are you afraid of these shells?"
"I...of course I'm afraid. Fortunately, my luck is pretty good so far."
"Don't be afraid! None of us have the right to be afraid. No matter how fierce the German artillery fire is, all units must implement my orders, including myself! Follow me and continue to resist. I am worried that the German army will continue to break through after the artillery fire!"
Yang Mingzhi wisely guessed what the Germans would do, but he never guessed that the surrounded Germans would bravely charge towards the Germans' own artillery fire!
Yang Mingzhi heard shouts that were different from those of the Soviet army. He cautiously raised his head and looked out, and saw the German troops advancing amidst the shouts. And what were the Soviet soldiers doing? They were still avoiding the artillery fire!
He rubbed his eyes fiercely: "It's incredible, what did I see? Do these Germans want moths to fill the flames?!"