Steel Soviet Union

"The Russians are coming! Shoot, shoot, shoot!"

"Keep them away, fight them off! Drive them out"

call out--

crackling——

Boom——

Before he could finish his words, there was a sudden sound like a sledgehammer smashing a watermelon. The German officer's head, which was whole just now, was completely shattered into a mass of paste. Only a small part from the chin down was left. It was hanging on the neck, already lifeless, and the sound of falling to the ground was like a punching bag being pushed down.

"Damn it! Frick, Frick!!!"

"Don't go! There's no way to save him. What do you expect if your head is gone!?"

The young German recruit couldn't stand the strong visual impact and the strong, pungent smell of blood that hit his face. He howled and yelled and wanted to rush over to do something, but he was grabbed by the veteran beside him and pinned down. On the trench wall, unable to move.

"Pick up the gun and fight me! Otherwise you will end up like that, soon!"

If you pick up a gun and fight the Russians on the opposite side, wouldn't you end up with such a miserable end?

This is not said, in fact there is no need to say it, everyone knows it in their hearts.

With the intensive suppression cover of infantry fighting vehicle cannons and tank machine guns, the first wave of mechanized infantry that rushed into the trenches quickly dispersed, like a large bucket full of mercury that was sprinkled on the ground in an instant. They made countless divisions and began to advance along the criss-crossing trenches, communication trenches, and foxhole bunkers in front of them, toward the deep defense of the enemy's position.

"Stop! Stop moving forward and wait!"

The battle for positions that advanced all the way in depth was not smooth sailing. Just as the Red Army soldiers who entered from the anti-tank missile position soon ran into trouble: a tower carefully built by the Germans, almost parallel to the ground, and its concealment was called MAX. The semi-buried bunker blocked the entire traffic trench with the ferocious flames of the MG42, and it was equipped with dual machine guns, leaving no fire break when reloading.

Chi la la la——

Crack, crackle, crackle——

"Sokka! The firepower is too strong, I think I should throw smoke bombs to give them some color!"

The squad deputy on the side shouted his own suggestions and wanted to give the enemy a head-on blow, but the squad leader, who was close to the trench wall and had seen the situation clearly, shook his head repeatedly.

"It's out of reach! The German bunker is too low, and the surrounding terrain is higher than it. It's difficult for direct bombardment to be effective against it. Even 152 may not be effective!"

As the squad leader said, the German's semi-buried bunker was indeed designed to be cunning and vicious.

The surrounding ground and bunkers are all higher than it. The leader's direct-aiming support heavy firepower cannot determine its exact position at all. Even if the smoke grenade is lost, it can only fire in a general direction. If it weren't for a close-range explosion directly around the bunker, the impact of the explosion and the flying fragments would most likely pass over the top of the bunker. It's not sure whether it would be effective.

What's more important is that it is uncertain whether the bunker in the Zelo Heights, a place carefully managed by the Germans, has been reinforced with military-standard concrete. The seemingly simple bunker in this damn place is not necessarily the civil fortifications seen in ordinary field battles. The Germans have sufficient reasons and time to strengthen the defense of any fortification bunkers on this high ground.

What's more, this mechanized infantry assault team has rushed very close to the bunker, leaving only a traffic trench less than 20 meters long that needs to be crossed.

Calling for direct bombardment support starting from 122 means that everyone has to withdraw from the killing radius.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, the squad leader who has led the team to fight here is reluctant to issue such an order. Who knows if the Germans will counterattack and take back the place they just lost. If they fight again then, it will only Can cause more headaches.

"Then what are you going to do? Let the Nazis continue to hold us here?"

It is normal for the elders to be a little over the top due to the adrenaline rush on the battlefield, and it is normal for them to speak in a harsh tone. The more experienced squad leader did not intend to care about this with his young squad deputy, and just continued to give orders calmly and calmly.

"You lead people to guard here and throw two grenades to tell them that you are still here. I will touch it from above. None of these fascists can escape. They are just a pot of rotten meat!"

"What? A pot of rotten meat? Hey, come back later! What are you doing!?"

It was too late, but it was too fast, but a figure who had no time to react jumped out of the trench, then crawled to the ground, lay down close to the ground, and began to rush towards the target on the battlefield where bullets were flying.

The young squad leader wanted to reach out and pull the squad leader back, but it was too late. He saw the squad leader lying on the ground, even the helmet on his head was thrown away. He just tried his best to lower his body and clenched the anti-tank grenade in his hand. He crawled forward, looking as if he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but there was nothing he could do.

"What a nonsense! How could this be possible!?"

"Now what?"

The soldiers on the side didn't know what to do and kept asking questions, but all they got were the unsatisfactory and furious answers from the squad deputy.

"What else can you do? Fuck Fascist, throw a grenade! Throw it at that bunker!"

"yes!"

Lemon grenades were removed from the waist one by one, the safety was released, and then they were rounded and thrown toward the smoking bunker that was not too far away.

Boom boom boom——

A series of loud explosions occurred one after another. The flames of the explosion stirred up the scattered dust in the air and obscured the vision. But what awaited the comrades a moment later was still the German machine gun jumping alive in the smoke. Holding the murder weapon tightly in his hand, he fired wildly.

Chi la la la——

Crack, crackle——

"Suka! The grenade is useless, that bastard's cover is as hard as armor plate!"

"Stop talking nonsense, let's have another round! Cover team"

boom--

Before the young deputy had time to finish his words, an unexpected loud bang came in a way that no one expected. The sky was suddenly filled with countless lumps of various sizes, and there were even some. The concrete slag crackled and scraped against people's faces, which really stung the skin and made them painful.

"What the hell! Did the German bunker blow up by himself? What happened!?"

"I don't know, the squad leader can't be so fast! Where are the others? Where are they!? Who saw it???"

Before the soldiers who were frightened and worried could take any actual action, they saw a group of heavy-stepping figures approaching at a rapid pace.

"We, don't fire! Is there anyone else among you? Is that all here?"