It was getting dark, and Bourroul finally withdrew from the position with the only formed guard in his hand. The Soviet attack continued, but the Germans still occupied the advantage because several paratroopers came to the bridgehead position one after another.
On the other side of the bridgehead, Bourroul counted one of his troops and found that it was a retreat, which made him lose two outstanding paratroopers-there were three companies in his battalion, and now almost one company has been killed in the position.
There was nothing too good to eat. Everyone finished the water in their hands and brewed potato powder as quickly as possible, because when they were having dinner, the front line came again. Because Soviet soldiers attacked them overnight, this battalion had to top it again to prevent the Soviet army from taking advantage of the number and occupying the bridgehead position.
This is not good news for everyone. After such a high-intensity battle, paratroopers need to rest. They are not the future terminator. Many soldiers have not slept for a day in a row.
It’s a pity that the order is always to order Bourroul to take people to send ammunition after eating what he has in his hand. Two trucks are there to collect the ammunition they need to hold their ground. Some people are helping the machine gunner to carry the bullet chain, and some people are helping the anti-tank team to carry the ammunition box. This group of ragged paratroopers is no different from beggars. Once again, they walked across the bridge with messy steps.
As Bourroul walked, he heard Donna humming a paratrooper’s military song. Whenever paratroopers were in trouble, they would sing this song like a group of devout children praying to their gods, so he hummed along with it quietly but with a hint of firmness.
"Who is marching in enemy areas?
And singing devil’s songs?
A soldier on the banks of the Oder River.
Humming silently
Whistling, we walked back and forth.
And the whole world may
Curse or praise us
Also as they like … "
With this messy song, paratroopers are getting in step. Instead of walking together in groups, they take the initiative to line up in a horizontal queue, which is like being reborn bit by bit, fading away from the ugly shell and feathering into butterflies.
As far as their direction is concerned, the German soldiers are shooting fiercely, and the bullets have drawn a bright straight line to fly to the opposite side of their target. The Soviet soldiers are also shooting desperately at the whole position, flying like raindrops. From time to time, a shell falls and sets off a huge air billow, tearing people and weapons around them.
Occasionally, a bullet will rise to make the whole battlefield look like day, and then many soldiers will be hit and scream on the ground. This scorched earth is no different from the surface of the moon. The trenches are filled up and the craters are next to the craters. Muddy feet are everywhere, and bright red blood keeps flowing and solidifying.
……
"General Pavilion, you never thought that if the other side broke through the paratroopers’ defense line, would the war situation continue to be deadlocked?" A staff officer in the headquarters put on a coat for guderian who looked at the map nervously.
"I thought about it," replied guderian with a wry smile and then shook his head. "But I firmly believe that they can win the war under the most difficult conditions … because they are the best soldiers I have ever seen. Apart from them, we invested the Fuehrer to create special forces, moved the ace squadron on the Eastern Front, dispatched the most advanced helicopters, and even rushed over our most powerful tanks …"
At this point, he paused and looked outside. It was already dark and continued, "They are all the best. We have no reason to fail. We are determined to win this battle!"
……
In the same cold wind, Ryan also looked up at the star overhead. He shook the hatch of the tank car by himself and enjoyed the last quiet time. Now there are five tanks left in his army. Just now, another tank broke down, and finally the maintenance car and another tank were left as cover.
"There are still 2 kilometers left, so we can get there in time," said the captain of the No.114 tank with a sigh in his earphone.
"Arrive on time and then prepare the defensive circle there. In fact, we have to defend from two directions. There is no safe zone behind the enemy." Ryan withdrew his eyes from the sky and looked in the direction of the railway bridge in the distance. "What’s wrong with three tanks defending the front bridgehead and the remaining two tanks defending the rear bridgehead?"
Chapter 14 15 Fish in troubled waters
"No problem! As long as you don’t let me be idle, "Marcus’s headphones echoed." I really want to know what we do every time. "
"I don’t know. Maybe I really told General guderian that because we were the best," said the No.114 tank crew with a smile.
"Because we have lived longer than others, we have been complaining about something! Okay? Mr. Marcus "Ryan nai said according to their throat phone.
His words made Marcus quiet for a while, but it didn’t take long for tank 114 to come with a nervous message, "company commander! I think you should come and have a look! We may be in trouble … "
"Stop and rest! Be alert! " Reinda took off his earphone and jumped out of the tank with his weapon, and rushed to the No.114 tank several hundred meters ahead.
When he arrived at the No.114 tank, he found that a lot of flames could be seen vaguely about a few kilometers ahead of the road. There could be no friendly troops in this place. The road might be retreating or attacking the Soviets backwards.
"We can’t judge the distance. I’m going to approach for investigation." Ryan jumped into tank 114, and then the tank line 114 explained, "All tanks should be combined and placed in a low position away from the roadside. Everything will be said after I come back."
He approached his goal carefully along the road with his assault rifle. After all, it was not a wise choice to cross the field at this time because he didn’t know where a deadly mine might be buried. Although he walked along the edge of the road, he was still careful not to touch those places that looked suspicious and dangerous.
When he reached out his hand to slowly pull a bush dead branch, a Soviet army camp was close at hand. By the light of the fire, he saw the Soviets holding their weapons around a bonfire to keep warm. Many tents had been set up further away. It seems that there are at least three people in this army. They just entered here and then stationed.
These soldiers were very tired. Ryan saw many people yawning frequently. It seems that they also came all the way here from far away. Because of fatigue, they finally stopped here and planned to rest here and continue to move toward the goal again and again.
They are also going to the railway bridge! This road has such a purpose. Ryan narrowed his eyes and thought that it must be the German occupation of the railway bridge. The Soviets have learned that they can mobilize troops to attack the German defenders near the bridge from front to back.
Since everyone has the same goal and is destined to fight a battle, Ryan doesn’t mind coming to such a pre-encounter battle. He gently puts his hand on the bushes and branches and then moves his body out of the danger zone.
When he returned to his starting position, he found several captains of his company in the roadside field and got together to wait for Ryan to bring back the news when he came back.
"About three infantry, who lack heavy weapons, should have the same purpose as us, but they may have been ordered to recapture the bridge." Ryan gave a brief account of the current situation as soon as he came back, and then pointed to a local map and said to several comrades around him, "One of the two schemes is to make a positive breakthrough and kill these Soviets before moving on. The disadvantage is that it is not good for us now. It is too dark and the effect of midnight fighting is definitely not good."
He said that he had a meal here and then went on to introduce, "The second plan is simpler. We will directly take the tank across the road and pretend to be the Soviet tank."
"I think the second option is feasible. Even if they find us in the park, they won’t send someone to chase us. When the waves are not blowing, they will just cross them to directly support the bridgehead position." Marcus nodded and agreed with Ryan’s second plan.
Ryan took a look at Marcus, then nodded to signal everyone to start their own tanks, and then turned around and walked to his own No.13 tiger tank. Marcus suddenly turned to Ryan and asked, "Didn’t you kill a few Soviets?"
After hearing this question, Ryan was stunned. Then he turned around and explained to Marcus, "I didn’t do it because I was afraid to startle him, not for any other reason."
Marcus ha ha smiled and then walked to his own No.112 tank without saying anything. Ryan also climbed up his own tank 1, with five tanks left, and started again and continued to run along the road.
It’s not something that can hide people’s eyes and ears. The situation is not far away. The three-person Soviet camp is built next to the road. There are some Soviet things with guns on their backs. When they see vehicles coming not far away, they are curious to see each other getting closer.
After all, this is the compound of Soviet troops. If you dare to light a fire here to keep warm, or if you dare to go by road here, it will definitely not be enemy troops. This idea makes Soviet soldiers on duty not think much. They are waiting for these "friendly" tanks to approach and then say hello.
During the daytime, the German special forces ran wild all day, swindling and disturbing the Soviet army. The Soviets still haven’t figured out whether their own people are out of order or whether someone is really spreading chaos maliciously.
As time went by, Ryan leaned against the tank hatch and put his hand in the turret, pressing his assault rifle to watch the approach. The turret of the Soviet camp had pointed to the side of the tank, and the bullets had been loaded. Everyone was absorbed in waiting for the coming surge after the silence.
"That doesn’t seem to be our tank!" A Soviet soldier frowned and then looked at the German tanks coming in the distance. He woke up his companions and squinted carefully to identify the suspicious vehicles that were approaching quickly.
The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer. Many Soviet soldiers ran out of their tents to watch the fun, and some soldiers looked blankly at the distance by the fire. Many people wanted to see the Soviet tanks. After all, it was very courageous to see their armored troops on the highway. They walked to the side of the road and made a noise while watching the tanks approach.
"What a bunch of rookies! I haven’t known how to live longer since I fought for a year! " Marcus muttered something like this in his earphone, and then Ryan saw the Soviet sentry at the head shouting and picking up the Mosinnagan rifle from his body.
"Germans! It’s a German tank! " The soldier woke up his companion while picking up his gun. When he shouted, he immediately made the Soviet Union ready to watch the fun. Many soldiers panicked and wanted to leave the road. But by this time, the No.114 tank headed by the Germans had already passed by the Soviet Union, followed by the second tank turret painted with the number 112, and that one quickly rushed over.
"chug! Chug! " Without keeping the Soviets waiting, the German coaxial machine gun roared. The tracer was bright and dazzling in the dark at night. A Soviet soldier turned to run and was shot from behind and screamed. He fell to the ground.
Ryan drew an assault rifle from his hatch and aimed it at the hordes of Soviet soldiers by the light of the fire. He tapped the trigger and flew to the target accurately, leaving a big hole in his fist. Five tanks didn’t stop, which means that they crossed the road like that and turned a complicated Soviet camp into ruins, followed by tank 111 and even hit two grenades to add frost to the whole Soviet camp.
It’s like shooting a moving target. Ryan’s two bullets and one shot accurately wiped out those Soviet soldiers who even forgot to fight back. In Ryan’s eyes, these improvised pieces have no experience in war, and Soviet farmers are no different from cannon fodder, except that the enemy waves their battlefield.
"Shout …" Hearing the news, Bourroul finally relaxed a tense mood. His battalion is on the verge of collapse. If the reinforcements don’t come, he will really consider the plan of blowing up the bridge. After all, he is a battalion with a heavy firepower and doesn’t have much paratroopers to fight hard against two main Soviet armored divisions. This kind of thing is really intentional.
