Beside the railway bridge bridge code-named "Listen", in a fox pit, Borol was resting with his rifle against the wall of the pit. Beside him, Donner and the mechanical and electrical officers also snoreed slightly, ignoring the cold wind blowing over their heads.

This was a very ordinary time. In the afternoon, they sniped a battalion to seize the railway bridge. After a fierce battle, they successfully repelled the mobs that had been pieced together temporarily. The attack aircraft hovering above their heads made the Soviet army unable to have any idea of ​​attacking, and could only send some small troops to die.

However, it is obvious that the Soviets did not intend to send troops to retake the railway bridge that belonged to them early tomorrow morning. Just as Borol and others were sleepy, a heavy shell landed not far in front of the bridgehead where the German army was stationed.

The huge explosion sound and the huge black smoke column that was more than ten floors high woke all the sleepy German soldiers. They lay in their fox pits and trenches, looking at the location of the huge explosion shell not far away. The second shell also landed not far away, and the huge air wave mixed with cold wind, slashing on everyone's faces like a knife.

The shock made people tremble, as if it came from a distance. It was like an earthquake. These large-caliber shells tear the nearby earth and shocked the hearts of all German troops. These cannons are 203mm large-caliber artillery, which are already considered super heavy artillery among the German troops. However, it is obvious that in the Soviet army opposite, they are now used as ordinary weapons for the tough battle and are put into battle for the bridgehead.

"It is bigger than the 155mm caliber howitzer in the United States. It is a 203mm Soviet heavy artillery." Holding his bare wrist, Donner squinted his eyes and looked at the huge smoke pillar rising in the distance. He had never seen the Soviet army's artillery fire in the sky with his own eyes. Now he finally knew that the opponent was definitely a world-class opponent in terms of artillery power.

Borole also squinted his eyes to face the blowing shock waves. The sand crackled on the helmet, but he didn't seem to be afraid of the large-caliber shells that exploded: "I heard that the troops who turned around and fled near Marin were the commander. The commander was Rokosovsky... General Liszt said it was a difficult opponent."

He said, while holding up the telescope on his chest. On the side of the roadbed in the distance, Soviet soldiers were climbing over obstacles such as fences in the afterglow of the sun. Some tanks that had never been seen were driving on the road, and they looked much thicker than those tanks that had fought.

"Are you sure General Liszt is not making excuses for his troops to fight?" Donner glanced at Borol beside him and asked in a joking tone.

"Yes! I'm sure! And very sure, this is definitely a group of difficult opponents!" Boroll put down the telescope in his hand and said with some depression: "Go and notify the front-line machine gun positions over there, don't open fire easily! They are preparing for the attack before the artillery preparations are over! The infantry and gun coordination is done very well, not for nothing!"

"My God!" When Donald heard his battalion commander say this, he quickly rolled around, retreated to the traffic trench behind him, and ran out bent down. The opponents that Borol valued so much must be no ordinary character. Maybe the less than an hour before the sun sets is the time to really test them.

"Damn it! You really know how to pick it... It seems that it was not in vain in the battle in the middle." Borol looked up at the sky in the distance. The German plane had returned because the sky was getting darker. Now the deadliest air strike in the German team has lost its due role.

Rokosovsky is not a half-slave military commander like Khrushchev. He is a regular military commander and has very superb combat command qualities. When he was in the central part, his troops suffered a lot from German air strikes because they were the main force of the offensive, so they also accumulated the richest air defense experience.

So his troops launched a real attack when it was almost dark, intending to completely defeat the German troops guarding the bridge with one impact. Although this was risky, it was much better than risking the German planes and fighting for losses but ineffectiveness.

Before Borold could think about it, the Soviet Red Army's artillery fire began to extend its attack. One after another, the shells fell on the German positions, and everyone could not raise their heads. The shrapnel flew everywhere, and casualties began to appear among some unlucky soldiers. Borold tried his best to lean his face against the soil, and closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the shells flying over.

Compared to the main Soviet force who was preparing to attack on the opposite side, the German paratroopers were even more of a super ace of war formations. When they listened to the sound of shells falling, they felt like they were lying on the bed and listening to rock music; they felt the trembling of the earth, as comfortable as they were enjoying massage.

These soldiers survived from the cruelest battlefield, and each of them had the ability to survive on the battlefield to the end. Instead of being scared by the dense artillery fire, they waited quietly, waiting for the moment when the enemy came to the door and let them slaughter.

"Tutu! Tutu!" At the front, a tentative machine gun position set up suddenly opened fire, and the bullet instantly knocked down the Soviet soldiers who had approached hundreds of meters away. The machine gun position suddenly opened fire and suddenly stopped shooting, as if it had never appeared.

Then the Soviet soldiers began to fight back violently in the direction of the position, and some tanks even accelerated and blocked the shooting angle of the machine gun position with their huge bodies. Unfortunately, the German machine gunners had already transferred their positions and had already returned to another fire point, waiting quietly for the time to open the fire.

"The machine gun positions protruding on both wings, let go of the opponent's tanks, and focus on dealing with the infantry behind the tanks... and hand over the enemy's heavy tanks to the people on our main position to deal with them." Borole issued a combat order, and then signaled the anti-tank team to start taking place.

"Tutu! Tutu!" When the Soviet tanks were approaching the bridgehead, the machine gun positions on both wings of the German army finally opened fire. The two sides exchanged fire at a very close position. The German army had an absolute advantage in the fire density of the pouring ammunition. For a time, long guns and short cannons fired together, knocking the Soviet infantry following behind the tank dizzy.

This time the German army had fully fired. In terms of weapons, the German paratroopers, which were more advanced than the German general army, allowed the Soviets to see how much their opponents were. One after another, the Soviet soldiers fell down screaming, and even the several Soviet tanks that were released finally realized that things seemed to be a little wrong.

"Bang!" An iron fist rocket flew out of the fox pit in the corner and directly hit the tail of a t-34 tank that was rushing through the rear armor of the t-34, igniting the engine inside, causing the tank to burn quickly. Soon it exploded and turned into a burning wreckage on the position.

The German anti-tank team on the other side was not so lucky. They targeted the front armor of the Stalin tank and fired a rocket, but they just made the behemoth shake for a while and didn't even stop. Iron Fist, a single anti-tank weapon developed before World War II, finally showed its shortcomings in front of the Stalin tank.

"Damn it! That new tank is really strong! It is worthy of being the new equipment used by the Soviet Union to fight against our Tiger tanks!" Boroy held a telescope and saw his troops on the peripheral positions fighting fiercely with his opponents, and said anxiously. His troops were suffering casualties, and the battle fell into a tragic situation that never ended from the beginning.

"Blast back with a mortar! Try to delay time! The paratroopers and combat vehicles behind our defense line cannot be easily exposed. They can be dragged for a while, just a while!" After thinking about it, he asked Donner to withdraw the 1st Company with the largest loss, and then use the battalion-owned mortar to block the opponent's attack.

The other party was obviously unwilling to let Borol easily withdraw his troops. Some Soviet infantry bit the Germans frantically under the cover of tanks. Although the opponent's losses were heavier, it also caused a large number of casualties to the German paratroopers. In less than 20 minutes after the battle began, 35 soldiers had already been killed in Borol's troops.

"Bang!" Another hidden iron fist anti-tank team launched an attack. With the lesson just now, they are now prioritizing the attacks on those thinner T-34 tanks. The heavy Stalin tanks are now in a completely stocked state on the German paratrooper positions.

The machine gun on a Stalin tank opened fire violently, and two German anti-tanks who were moving back fell to the ground. A Soviet anti-aircraft gun fired suddenly, and the shells hit the Stalin tank like raindrops. Because it was the fragile side of the tank, the dense anti-aircraft gun shells finally achieved their goal, successfully interrupting the tank's tracks, and destroyed the pulley and power wheels.

An anti-tank team, who had been preparing for a long time, finally found an opportunity. They fired a rocket and accurately hit the paralyzed Stalin tank, causing the tank that had been raging on the German positions for a long time to blow it into a pile of scrap iron.
Chapter completed!