It is precisely because his identity is somewhat different from that of ordinary Soviet soldiers that he was not sent to the bitter place on the front line, but was stationed here to defend an important railway bridge. According to the whole defense standard, it is impregnable here. There are bridgeheads at both ends of the bridge and warning machine gun positions around it. If you count several anti-aircraft guns, there are as many as 14 soldiers stationed here.
An infantry company strengthened with four anti-artillery doors is not short of personnel, but it is not short. After all, it is more than 5 kilometers away from this railway bridge. They can often blow up this bridge and then leave here.
"Don’t worry, comrade platoon leader, do you see the sentry post over there? It’s the place where there is a figure. If there is any abnormal situation, he will fire a warning shot. When the time comes, the machine gun on our side will ring, and no one will be able to rush. "The sentry soldier took over the officer and warmed up the cigarette.
Nodded his head, the platoon leader walked towards the other side of the dark bridge with his Mosinnagan rifle on his back. The whole company and some officers rested and concealed works were built on the other side of the bridge, so that even if the Germans suddenly came to seize the bridgehead here, the troops on the other side could continue to resist-or let these officials sometimes run away.
At the outpost in the distance, a soldier was sitting in a sandbag with a gun, and his head seemed to look at it. It had been quiet because of the shelling. The cold night wind blew through him, and he seemed to be unaware that he was exposed. His neck was motionless and his head was so quiet.
In the direction of the German position, his pale face showed a frightened expression. In fact, he had been dead for a long time. His body was already cold and motionless in the cold wind. He was so upturned with a sharp dagger and scratched his neck. Blood had flowed all over his skirt, and the deep wound made his head so strangely upturned.
And this body, three Soviet soldiers lying in the trench, all with fatal wounds, has obviously been attacked here, and no one knows where the attacker is now.
"alas! It’s time to change jobs. Don’t be lazy! " Finish your cigarette in your mouth. The Soviet soldier who just introduced the sentry with his platoon leader didn’t call back the recruits behind him, but he didn’t seem to find a sharp dagger bypassing his neck from behind.
A German special forces soldier with black paint and a black special helmet is like a spectre. He scratched a cold special knife at the poor Soviet soldier. From the moment he spoke to the moment he was cut in the throat and quietly accepted his death, he could not understand why the Soviet recruits behind him would be so cruel to him.
It’s a pity that he attacked him. At this moment, the friendly recruit was lying on the ground, clutching his throat like him, struggling to make a sound, but he opened his mouth and blood poured out of his mouth and neck. He shouted in other ways, and even the anti-aircraft gun position at close range could not hear him ring.
Even if he banged his hands on the dirt in the trench, no one would care about him, because several German soldiers had killed all Soviet soldiers in the anti-aircraft gun position not far away, and they made a slight and regular noise to tell the soldiers around them that they had completed their respective tasks.
Two German soldiers picked up their strong crossbows by the dim light in the camp near the bridge. Their goal was the Soviet platoon leader who had just reached the third position of the railway bridge. They aimed their weapons at the target. Behind them, one by one, German special forces soldiers with p44 assault rifles bent over and approached the opposite side from both sides of the railway bridge with railings.
The platoon leader heard the secret footsteps behind him, just like the slight rustling when the wind blew through the Woods. He frowned and wondered. He turned around with a cigarette in his mouth and became an excellent sign of fire in a slightly dark environment. Two crossbows flew in, one inserted into his chest and the other hit his belly. The impact made him stumble. There was no reaction in his mind. What happened?
"My horse is going back to Moscow … my father is a senior official … how wonderful the future is for me …" The Soviet platoon leader was full of unwillingness and regret. When he felt the pain consciousness and wanted to shout out, the back of his head had already hit him hard.
"Someone!" He uttered two words like a groan, and his mouth was already covered by a passing German special forces soldier. A cold bayonet was inserted into his throat and pulled out with a trace of unforgettable pain. Then the bayonet was inserted into his chest, allowing the second generation of Soviet officers to close their eyes.
Soon, one trench after another, one position after another was occupied by the German special forces in a dark state. They concealed the control of the bridge, and the steel wire hung from the bridge deck, easily cutting off the Soviet defenders and fixing the bridge bomb to detonate the wire.
"What person!" When the German troops touched the headquarters here, a Soviet soldier finally found the problem. As soon as he shouted a word with his weapon, four crossbows penetrated his body at the same time. He watched himself fall like a pool of mud.
However, this cry finally woke up the living people of the Soviet defenders, but now there are two miserable people. Even the Soviet officers in the Ministry pushed the door and waited for him, but a cold pistol pressed his forehead.
"The reason why I don’t have a gun is very simple. Tell me your street code tonight." Familiar with Russian is just a cold tone. This German official is holding a pistol palm and wearing black wool gloves, which are similar to the "thunderbolt gloves" design in the 1970 s. There is also a similar pocket cover design that can be folded to the front.
"Don’t gun! I am willing to close! I’m Ukrainian! I am really Ukrainian! " Holding his hands high, the Soviet officer shivered and pleaded. He also saw that these German soldiers were definitely not ordinary people. They didn’t come here to arrest such a small company commander.
"How strange! Captain! " A German soldier with his p44 assault rifle smiled and said to the first officer in German, "We came to Russia, but we never met a Russian, either Ukrainian or Belarusian."
His words made the German special forces around him laugh. He pointed a pistol at the Soviet company commander, officer De * *, and then asked in German, "If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll kill you. Tell me what the password is tonight."
"azaleas!" The Soviet company commander closed his eyes and shouted out that he knew the password. Several Soviet soldiers who asked him nodded. It seemed that all the passwords were the same.
"bang!" Before the other side could react, the German officer shot the hapless company commander in the head. With this shot, the whole bridge was silent again.
"all right! Boys! Work and work! " The German officer clapped his hands and shouted, so the German soldiers carried sappers’ shovels with them to remove the blood left in the trenches and other places bit by bit.
Some backpacks, some German soldiers in black army, have been ready for replacement. Some Soviet Union troops picked up Soviet Mosinnagan rifles and carefully wiped their faces with blood.
Some trench walls were hidden by the Germans, and their assault rifles and anti-tank rocket launchers were stuffed into these hidden positions. More soldiers buried the bodies in some trench sections that they felt were not perfect.
All the workers were weak, and the lights of the hand-barrels were going on in an orderly way. At this time, the harsh words rang in the Soviet company. The German officers had been waiting for you for a long time. They grabbed the words, which was different from the cold voice and said gently, "Good evening comrade … password azalea is everything is normal."
While fiddling with the Soviet company commander’s officer certificate, he smiled and talked with the caller about the weather. After a while, he hung up and then showed a funny smile. He threw the certificate to the German soldier across the table. The German soldier carefully posted a photo of the German officer and wrote the name of the Soviet officer on the white Soviet military officer’s card.
Chapter 6 7 Oscar
In the morning, the Germans in this bridgehead have dressed up like the Soviet Red Army. They are on sentry duty, carrying Mosinnagan to patrol in a decent way and even checking passing vehicles.
A train of trucks, Soviet Red Army soldiers and two armored vehicles came all the way from the distant highway. These soldiers were getting closer and closer to the bridgehead, and finally stood still in front of the checkpoint. The first Soviet soldier handed over his papers and then asked to see the commander of the garrison on the bridge.
"hello! Comrade company commander! I don’t know which unit you are. What are you doing here? " Disguised as a Soviet officer, the commander of the German special forces smiled and accepted the certificate of the Soviet officer. After seeing it for two eyes, he gave it back to the other side and asked casually.
The officer put away his papers and said with a sigh, "Hey, don’t say goodbye. I heard that the Germans might take advantage of the chaos to drop paratroopers. We were ordered to search from last night until now without food or rest."
As he spoke, he looked into the distance where several German soldiers were cooking with a fire. It looked delicious. The Soviet officer involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva and smiled at the German official. "We didn’t find anything, and we were hungry at this time …"
"Of course! We have a lot of food here. After all, it’s a road card. People often lose something. "Officer De * * looked at the distance and the signal came over. The smile deepened. He held each other’s back with one hand and stretched forward with the other hand and made a gesture of please." I left some beef and columns by train yesterday. "
"I really envy you for not going to the front to fight, and there are so many good things that you are so happy." When you were invited, the Soviet officer looked envious and said, "Comrade Lian Chang, you are so hospitable. I am the 197th Infantry Division of the 2nd Armored Army of the Guards. Nice to meet you."
Speaking, they have come to the house, and the German official replied with a smile, "It’s too bad that I am the commander of the Viper Action Brigade of the SS special action group."
The Soviet officer was stupefied, and then he felt that his neck was strangled from behind. He didn’t understand what had happened. The fragile cervical vertebrae had been twisted. After clicking and crunching, his whole head was twisted into a strange angle and piled up in the corner behind the door like a pool of mud.
"Just now, the Soviet dispatch department said that the train will arrive here in about 15 minutes." The German soldiers hiding behind the door reported to the German officers while picking up their assault rifles.
"Go from the other side door and inform everyone to prepare for the fixed-point blasting of the battle railway. Get ready. This time, it is natural to secretly send us to have a big fight." At the sight of the corpse, the German official ordered, "Keep some armored vehicles as clean as possible. We may still have them."
The German soldier nodded his head and then jumped out of the other door. The German official looked out of the window and his hands had naturally become one with the Soviet soldiers who had just arrived here. This was a mental ambush, a secret sneak attack to the extreme.
"chug! Chug! " On one side of the machine gun position, a dozen Soviet soldiers suddenly caught fire and fell to the ground. The Soviet soldiers still didn’t know what had happened. They were still holding cigarettes that had just been lit by their comrades on the other side. They looked in the direction of the gun but didn’t expect that the bayonet had pierced their chest from the other direction.
"hey! What? You’re not the one in the village next to me on the outskirts of Smolensk … "A young Soviet soldier was shocked to see his acquaintances fall to the ground and asked the acquaintances he had just talked to.
"I’ve recited this phrase several times, but who knows I really met a fellow villager?" The German soldier replied coldly. He pulled out his waist pistol and pulled the trigger without hesitation, knocking down the young man who had just been talking happily about his hometown scenery.
When a Soviet armored vehicle driver saw that the situation was not good, he was scared to climb into the armored vehicle and tried to escape. However, as soon as he lifted the hatch cover, he was ambushed in the distance. A German sniper hit him. He covered his chest and rolled off the armored vehicle. Bright red blood spilled all over the front of the armored vehicle.
"Confirm your own position!" A field detachment commander shouted "One" in German, and then everyone raised their left hands to confirm each other. Finally, it was found that no one was mixed with them, and no opponent escaped from their slaughter.
"all right! Move! Get ready for the position blasting team to get the train back line and inform the surrounding friendly forces that the operation is completed! " Out of the bunker, the front commander ordered all the Germans to run to their respective positions, and no one cared about the lying bodies. There were several German armored vehicles left with blood.
"blare! ….. thud, crash … "In the distance, a train with a red flag at the head of the train is coming here quickly. The German soldiers have been waiting in the bunker for the moment they carefully planned.
"Blasting group! Detonation! " The German commander shouted that as soon as his voice fell, the members of the blasting group connected the detonator and pressed it to detonate.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, the front and rear of the original explosive train exploded, and the huge force lifted the reinforced rail, causing the whole train head to overturn. The car behind the roadside derailed with the huge trembling part and then rolled over the other side of the railway.
The train was escorting the train. The Soviet soldiers’ department fell to the ground because of the explosion. Most people have lost their lives. Although a few soldiers are not dead, they have lost their fighting capacity. The train was covered with canvas, flour and vegetables, and the carriages were scattered all over the floor because of the overturned train.
Behind the carriage for transporting grain, there are also carriages for transporting soldiers. These soldiers are not distributing weapons now. The huge vibration makes these untrained young Soviet soldiers panic and scream. Some carriages have overturned. People inside can knock on the carriages because the doors are blocked, while others have not overturned because of the distance. The soldiers inside have kicked the sliding door of the carriage and jumped out of the carriages, which is no different from prisons.
On both sides of the ambush road, German and Soviet Maxim heavy machine guns strafed into the crowd, splashing a blood fog and screaming everywhere. No one knew what had happened, and everyone was trying to leave this place that had been dyed red with blood.
"Damn it! The gun is our own! It’s one of our own! " A Soviet recruit who saw the German army wearing a military uniform shouted loudly, but the bullet quickly hit him and told him to fall further away with his body. Most Soviet soldiers also saw the "friendly troops" who fired at themselves screaming and cursing.
"Bastard! We are one of our own! Don’t shoot! We are one of our own! We are supplementary soldiers! It’s a front-line replacement! Soviets! " A leading officer tried to save a chaotic situation, but he was soon shot in the head by a German sniper in a distant forest.
"They defected! They have taken refuge in the Germans! " I don’t know where a voice screamed at him, and the Soviet recruits immediately accepted this argument. Because they shot at them, they didn’t listen to their explanations and didn’t care what they were doing.
"damn it! We have to leave now! Come on! Run back along the railway! " A Soviet soldier took the people around him and ran towards the railway when they came. They ran in the direction when they were crazy, regardless of flying behind them or pouring their comrades around them
Thousands of Soviet recruits were beaten by hundreds of Germans, and there were at least five soldiers lying on their bodies and a train that had overturned the Soviet Union.
"A group of idiots! We didn’t help them shout a voice. These idiots still can’t figure out the idea of friendly rebellion. "A German soldier sneered and sarcastically while sticking a piece of snow on a steaming Maxim heavy machine gun. He just killed five Soviet soldiers with this machine gun.
"If they are smarter than you, you will be lying on the ground." The assistant shooter next to him smiled with an assault rifle on his back, and then the two men looked back at the trench where the Soviet soldiers lay yesterday and left their mouths.
"Clean up the battlefield! We will stand here alone in a while, and reinforcements will come soon. Let’s get ready. "The German commander looked at it and gave a big order on the battlefield." The communication group sent a message to the surrounding friendly forces and headquarters to tell them that everything was going as planned. "
Guderian in the Garrison Command finally waited for the letter he wanted. The message from the other party was very simple: "Password Oscar code role-playing operation has been successfully completed, so we can make further plans."
Guderian looked at the commanders in the same headquarters and said with a smile, "Everything goes well! Let’s follow the second part of the action plan! "
Chapter 7 Chaos Battlefield
At noon, the first-line defensive positions of the Soviet Red Army were violently attacked by German artillery fire. A large number of 75-mm field artillery shells rained down on some Soviet defensive positions.
"hello? Hey! I am the commander of the 166th Division on the front line. I don’t know what the other side hit me, but the 16th Division is not far from here. "The commander of the 166th Division in the hidden bunker is calling rokossovsky. His position has been almost turned over by the Germans, but the position of the friendly troops has not even been hit by a shell-whoever changed is also unbalanced in his heart.
"I’m investigating this matter. Last night, when the German artillery shelled me, I finally realized something strange … I order you to resist the enemy’s attack! You have enough fuel and tanks. Hold on! The replenishment train has already started and the horse can reach the front line! " Words that side rokossovsky big ordered.
No, it’s okay. When this teacher came to 166, his heart was even more angry. When he came here, he should have arrived at the reinforcements and food. Now there is even no news. He called and asked the railway bridge where the garrison troops got the answer that the train had already passed, and the things behind him were also random.
Generally speaking, it is not strange that the front lines compete with each other for some reinforcements, but generally speaking, a certain unit accounts for the bulk, and at least it will make his troops drink some leftovers. However, this battle is full of strangeness, which makes the commander of the 166 th Division somewhat uncertain about what the problem is.
"blare! ….. blare! ….. "As far as he is concerned, he doesn’t know what kind of crisis is hidden behind all these strange problems. However, the squeal prevention alarm rang like joining in the fun. He paused and then pushed the door and walked out of his bunker to see the dense German planes flying over his defense.
"That’s not a bomber! There are 4 German bombers. These planes should be 3! " An officer who followed looked up at the sky and murmured, "The Germans are going to drop paratroopers? In broad daylight? "
"Not paratroopers! There are other attempts! " Teachers of the 166th Division saw one after another "planes" with no wings or propellers on their heads in the low sky and crossed the whole defense line with these transport planes. At the same time, these planes flew over the Soviet defense line, and dozens of German Stuka-2 attack planes violently launched repeated assaults on the Soviet ground anti-aircraft gun positions.
"Large caliber anti-aircraft gun position? What doesn’t fire! What about the anti-aircraft gun position behind the 16 th division? Why is it not hot? They are afraid to fight! This is disloyalty to the motherland! " 166 division teachers clenched their fists and cursed their friendly forces next door.