Steel Soviet Union

The huge explosion shook everything around him like a volcanic eruption. Even Wittmann, who could still feel the terrifying movement while sitting in the car, still did not intend to give up.

He had already escaped once and didn't want to escape a second time.

Although the Russian monster tank in front of him seemed invincible, Wittmann was still looking for ways to deal with it, and never considered giving up from beginning to end.

Unfortunately, before the determined Wittmann could give the order to continue firing, the situation on the battlefield immediately developed in an unexpected direction.

Wittmann, who was holding on to the commander's command tower where he was stationed, would never have imagined that this cruel battle, which burned steel and tortured flesh and blood, would end up with the German infantry being the first to fail and be defeated. The formation comes and the paragraph is announced.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat to the starting position! Machine gun cover, stop those Russians, hurry!"

"Assistant shooter, I need an assistant shooter! Where is the assistant shooter?"

"Over there, the Russians are coming! Uh-huh—"

While holding the bayonet tightly in one hand, the other hand held an engineer shovel that had been ripped off the corpse of an unlucky SS soldier.

By now, Major Varosha no longer knows where his Bobosha submachine gun is. What's even more exaggerated is that even the holster of the armed belt on his waist is empty. Who knows where the Tokarev TT33 pistol is now? Major Varosha, who has exhausted all the bullets he carried, has become a close combat assault soldier.

"Yeah! Hey-"

Pfft——

The dull sound of the blade penetrating into the meat is almost the same as the sound of slaughtering an animal. The only difference is that after being stabbed like this, an ordinary animal will immediately jump around in pain, jump all over the ground, and moan incessantly.

But this was not the case for the SS soldier who was stabbed through the stomach by Major Varosha. Although the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth had covered his entire chin and fell to his feet, this soldier held on tightly The SS soldier who had the bayonet inserted into his stomach still had a ferocious face and was holding back the pain. The hatred in his inhuman eyes could easily cut a living person alive.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing as a look that kills in this world. The SS soldier who was suddenly hit by a knife directly hit his vital point, and now even the 98K rifle with a bayonet in his hand has been lost and fell to the ground. No matter how unwilling he was to be seriously injured like this, there was no way he could be the opponent of Major Varosha, who only had a few scratches all over his body and no injuries at all.

"Keep looking at your mother like this! Fascist bastard!"

bass--

A cold light flashed between the sword light and sword shadow.

The shovel head has been polished to a silvery shine and is extremely sharp. Major Varosha is just operating it with one hand and swiping hard, with one hand still holding the bayonet handle. He uses such a not particularly comfortable It was unfolded in a relatively awkward and somewhat weak posture, and the head of the half-dead SS soldier opposite him was cut off on the spot with a shovel.

The extremely sharp engineer shovel not only cut off the muscles, but also split the entire spinal bone in two instantly like a kitchen knife cutting into a pig bone.

A headless corpse spurted out a lot of blood, lost the ability to stand, and fell to the ground instantly.

A big good head like a rubber ball fell from the air and fell to the ground. He raised his feet and kicked away the headless corpse kneeling on the ground. At the same time, he also pulled out the blood-soaked bayonet.

Major Varosha, who stood there for a while and took a few breaths to relieve his strength, had no time to regain his composure. The nearest guard soldier who had solved the difficult opponent immediately ran forward quickly.

"Comrade Battalion Commander, look! The Germans are retreating and they want to run away! We won!"

When Major Varosha, who was holding on to the trench with one hand and panting heavily, heard this, he was stunned for a moment and ignored his already exhausted body. He immediately turned around and jogged two steps to a place with a better view. Position, stretched out his head and looked around, and saw that the scene just mentioned was really happening right in front of his eyes.

"Haha, these bastard lackeys! Come on, come on! Varosha can fight you for another three hundred rounds! You are a bunch of bastards, cowards, and cowards!"

Major Varosha, who had killed countless enemies with his own hands, was qualified to say such harsh words, but the soldier on the side responsible for the battalion commander's security still had doubts.

"Comrade Battalion Commander, aren't we going to pursue you? Now is a great opportunity to expand our victory!"

Is there any problem with what the little warrior asked?

No problem, it would be strange if the 1st Stalin Guards Heavy Tank Brigade in the past didn't chase these SS scumbags out of the position.

Malashenko, who never minds beating up a drowned dog, never lets go of a defeated enemy. Not only Major Varosha understands this, but even the young soldier next to him also understands this very well. After all, if you stay in the same army for a long time, you will become familiar with the style of the army. This is only reasonable.

Only this time, the current situation faced by the Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade is somewhat different.

The enemy was indeed repulsed, and suffered a heavy loss of troops. Corpses abandoned by the SS and burning tank wreckage were everywhere around the position. Major Varosha, who had been fighting on the front line as early as the Polish operation, could not say that he had never seen such a tragic defeat of the German army, but he had only seen it in Stalingrad.

But correspondingly, there are the remains of sacrificed Red Army soldiers within sight, which are not much less than the remains of SS soldiers.

The blood that couldn't be distinguished from the enemy's was mixed together and flowed everywhere on the battlefield.

There is an unlimited supply of blood here, and there are so many corpses that you can see them everywhere, and even taking two careless steps can trip someone to the ground.

Major Varosha remembered that he had heard Malashenko mention before that the primary goal of the troops now is to evacuate quickly, break away from contact with the enemy, avoid being surrounded, and retreat to a safe area with friendly forces covering the flanks before considering the next move.

This is what Malashenko personally explained to everyone when he presided over a meeting of military and political cadres at and above the battalion level of the entire brigade. All military and political cadres at and above the battalion level in the entire Stalin Guards Heavy Tank Brigade know this. thing.

Thinking of the order given by Comrade Brigade Commander before, and looking at the battlefield in front of him, which was obviously a battlefield where his own side also suffered heavy casualties, Major Varosha shook his head slightly and seemed a little unwilling.

"This time we will let these lackeys go for the time being. Next time we will wipe them all out!"