The rear door of the armored vehicle had already been deformed by the continuous explosions, and the soldiers opened it effortlessly.
The two submachine gunners remained extremely vigilant, with their rifle butts against their shoulders and their right hands holding the triggers. They slowly opened the iron door from left to right. They thought there might be stunned enemies inside the armored vehicle, but the iron door
When it was opened, only the dead body lay quietly.
A heavy smell of blood and gunpowder smoke rushed towards them. The soldiers decisively held their breath and pulled out all the corpses.
It can be said that the final attack launched by the German battalion commander Langemann can be regarded as embodying his fighting spirit, and it can also be regarded as his last effort for the Third Reich that he was loyal to, fighting to the last man.
Zhutu's armored vehicles were either blown up, or their tracks broke and broke down, and none of the drivers or soldiers inside broke through.
The blazing vehicles were left burning, including some obviously charred human corpses, and no one tried to put out the fire.
The soldiers who broke into the village and continued fighting on the streets were the first to open the car door and pull out the enemies first, dead or alive. After screening, the corpses were piled aside, and those who were stunned were basically stabbed in the heart with spears until Balzen arrived in person.
, only to stop his soldiers from continuing this massacre.
Because the superiors had already given orders, the 63rd Army was a group army, not an ordinary guerrilla group. According to regulations, no prisoners could be killed.
Many times, the killing of prisoners is unavoidable. If officers and political commissars see such behavior, they will stop it. If they don't see it, they can't do anything.
The reconnaissance battalion quickly met up with Yang Mingzhi. Standing in front of the burning vehicle and looking at the charred corpse, Yang Mingzhi felt quite calm.
"Barzen, what's the loss of your battalion?" Yang Mingzhi asked urgently.
"It's terrible. At least 20 brothers are dead, and more than 30 are injured in varying degrees! Look at these Germans, their final counterattack was really crazy. We didn't expect that they would suddenly come out with so many armored vehicles!"
"That is to say, fifty brothers in your battalion have lost the ability to fight. Judging from such casualties, it is still barely acceptable."
Yang Mingzhi said this, but his heart was not so magnanimous.
Street fighting, once this type of combat appears, a large number of casualties are inevitable. The best weapons for street fighting are RPGs, high-explosive grenades and shotguns. Of course, if your soldiers all wear body armor, it will be like future generations who can defend 7.62 mm at close range.
With rifle ammunition, casualties will be greatly reduced.
It's a pity that the current soldiers are cannon fodder at best. The 63rd Army does not have that much cannon fodder to use!
Since Balzen has suffered such losses, the situation of the paratrooper battalion may be better.
The tasks of each battalion have already been arranged. Yang Mingzhi will stay in the ruins for the time being and check the corpses a little.
The corpses and wounded of the Soviet soldiers were gathered together. Regardless of whether they were dead or alive, they would be taken away from the battlefield. The corpses of the sacrificed soldiers could not be brought back to Novgomel. They would be buried together and buried there.
Marks are made on the map, and after the war is won, the remains are sent to the cemetery.
This approach is naturally widely recognized by the soldiers and improves morale. After all, soldiers are willing to sacrifice for the country, but they are not willing to leave their corpses in the wilderness and become dinner for wild bears and coyotes.
Naturally, the corpses of the German soldiers were not properly restrained, and they were placed in random directions, like lumps of carrion.
Balzen pointed at a corpse and said: "Commander, I think this is the officer, he must be commanding this battle!" After that, he snapped his fingers, and the soldier turned over the still stiff corpse.
In this way, Yang Mingzhi understood instantly - this person committed suicide.
"Alas! German officers always wear officer uniforms to fight. I think this man was very worried about being captured by us, so he shot himself. Balzen, did your people check his pockets?"
"Yes! I have his ID here!" As he said that, Balzen handed some miscellaneous items to the officer.
Among these items was a small notebook and an ID book. Through the ID, Yang Mingzhi basically knew the true identity of this officer.
"Hey! 734th Division, are they responsible for the defense and security of this area? It seems that this force is our new enemy."
"Yes!" Balzen looked at the corpse and smiled contemptuously: "It's just that the combat effectiveness of these enemies is really terrible. Compared with the 707th Division and the 715th Division, they are so weak that I don't know where they are?"
"Rather than saying that they are weak, it is better to say that we have become stronger! In short, don't take it lightly." Yang Mingzhi pinched his waist and sighed naturally. He continued to order: "Now order your people to move the injured and sacrificed brothers to the rear.
Let's go, cut some branches, take off their leggings, and make a simple stretcher."
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There were only two military doctors accompanying this kind of raid. These two men carried a large amount of medicine, but they did not have surgical responsibilities. Fortunately, there was no shortage of experts in the team. After the battle, it was natural for Carambola to go to the grove.
Immediately began to treat the wounded.
She and Natasha sprang into action.
Yang Mingzhi couldn't care about the wounded for the time being. He urgently needed to know the results of his battle.
Abram and his men surrounded the city with their guns loaded with ammunition, fearing that there would be unscrupulous enemies who would launch cold shots.
More than 30 people advanced cautiously, and soon everyone and Reichev were joined by paratroopers.
After a fierce battle, Reichev, who was in his thirties, looked like he was in his forties. His face and clothes were blackened, and the whole image was very sloppy. The same was true for his soldiers, immersed in gunpowder smoke, and everyone exuded
Smells like gunpowder smoke.
The soldiers who had finished the battle had begun a large-scale search for their dead and wounded comrades, in the same manner as the reconnaissance battalion, taking them all back to the woods, dead or alive.
Others were responsible for collecting the corpses of German soldiers, looking for usable weapons, collecting bullet casings, and looking for other trophies.
There were more than 40 people guarding a small group of German soldiers. They were all still alive. Their helmets did not exist, and even their military uniforms did not exist. They stretched out their hands and lay beside the wooden wall, looking at the formation.
It seemed as if the Soviet soldiers behind him were about to shoot him.
Of course this is not the case.
Reichev was happy to report his results: "Bondanov and I fought side by side and eliminated the group of enemies who suddenly ran out. There were also some enemies who had used up all their bullets. After seeing our soldiers,
They surrendered one after another. Some still resisted and were shot immediately."
Yang Mingzhi glanced regretfully at those people and kept secret of their current situation. Several of them didn't even have shoes, and two even showed their upper bodies covered in black soot. Obviously, this raid was very successful. These enemies
They obviously ran out of the barracks to fight, and for this, they had nothing prepared.
"Very good, now tell me your casualties."
"More than thirty of my soldiers died and more than forty were injured. Some of them were seriously injured. I'm worried that they will die soon."
"Okay! Okay!" Yang Mingzhi felt a little aggrieved. This was the last battle in this action plan. He never thought that the casualties would be quite high!
How did they suffer casualties? It was not the special nature of street fighting! It indicated that the Soviet army's tactical advantage was limited.
However, this battle can be called a great victory. Yang Mingzhi continued to ask: "Where is Bondanov now?"
"His battalion is already searching for prisoners of war, and part of it is chasing the traitors. I don't think his men will pursue them very far."