In the ruins of the ruins, the Soviet infantry squads formed combat squads, and they basically opened fire on the German troops entering the city in groups of three. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They first used grenades, which were deliberately delayed for two seconds before being thrown. The bomb flew over the heads of the almost unsuspecting German soldiers and exploded, like small shrapnel shells, shattering in all directions, easily piercing the German soldiers' cotton clothes and their flesh, and rolling in their bodies, causing a series of permanent injuries.

These German soldiers were participating in the urban warfare offensive for the first time, and they were completely unaware of the brutality of the urban street fighting, including their commander Holstaufen, who recklessly led his men into the seemingly undefended city, but they did not know that it was a complete trap!

When the soldiers who had spotted the bombs from inspecting the suspicious artillery collapsed in a pool of blood, Holstauffen was instinctively pounced on by several soldiers, avoiding being injured by the flying fragments.

"Bastard! What's going on! He only cursed, and more explosions followed.

The battalion commander was extremely lucky, and it was because he was thrown to the ground that he managed to dodge the sudden and dense grenade attack. Those large grenades produced by the blacksmith village were deliberately equipped with scrap shells as fragments, and their internal contents were filled with picric acid, not to mention the greater power, they were used intensively, and the flying shells and the fragments of the grenades themselves swept through the area at almost the same time, and the shrapnel was so dense that even the rats could not dodge.

Fragments also smashed into the ruins, and a large amount of bricks and rubble crackled.

When the yellow smoke gradually cleared, the vigilant militia bared half of their heads, and saw the corpses all over the place, as well as the wails of the undead.

The German soldiers, who were still alive, were sophisticated, and when they knew that they were attacked, they immediately looked for cover and hid.

Holstauffen's mind was confused, and he pushed away the corpses of the soldiers who had died defending him, and as soon as he regained his senses, he heard gunshots again, and there was a large amount of dirt and debris flying at his feet.

"Hell! This is clearly aimed at me! "Because this man wears a large-brimmed hat of the German standard.

According to German military regulations, officers could wear steel helmets unless there were special circumstances, and in order to show the prestige and glory of the officers of the Third Reich, most of the time, officers stubbornly disdained to wear steel helmets, which also made them too easy to be targeted.

Several militiamen had poor marksmanship, and by luck Holstauffen escaped with a crawl, and his hat fell off in a hurry. When he picked up the damn hat on the map, he just poked out his palm, and just above it, a brick was shattered by a bullet!

"Ahh It hurts! Holstaufen's hand immediately retracted, the first time he had been wounded, and he saw the sharp shards of bricks hit his hand, and blood flowed profusely.

More than a dozen soldiers surrounded the battalion commander, and more than fifty people outside the bunker all fell. The ground was shattered by explosives, and there was a lot of blood on the black dirt. Many of the seriously wounded German soldiers were wailing, and many more had already died.

The attack took place almost simultaneously, and three companies of the German troops who entered the city suffered huge losses, they were taken by surprise, and the casualties reached an astonishing 50% at once!

"Battalion commander! What to do! We are already surrounded by enemies! A soldier roared.

At this moment, Holstauffen covered his injured hand and barely untied his gloves, only to see that the chief had been smashed into a hole by the fragments. Perhaps because of the blow of the mental height, at this moment, the pain actually disappeared.

The German soldier, who was still vigilant, roared several times before Holstauffen came to his senses.

"What to do? Let's get out! We must get out of this damn city! ”

That being said, how difficult it was to retreat. Worse, because he and the forty-odd remaining people who were lucky enough to be alive were located in a corner of the city square.

Many German soldiers could see the occasional Soviet soldier leaning out, some wearing green steel helmets, some with nothing. The firing fire revealed the position, and the German soldiers, who were forced to fight back, immediately opened fire there.

Some general-purpose machine gunners bravely leaned out and opened fire with their muzzles in that direction.

Alexander's militia had not been involved in the same terrible defensive battles that the Noneli militia battalion had experienced, but the guy's men did hold out in the city, as his comrades as well as the defenders of Homnage.

The militia fought to the death with the Germans, and after the first round of attacks, the Germans' superiority in firepower slowly became apparent. Quite a few militiamen were killed by bullets fired back in the fight.

"What the hell! Comrades, follow me! Alexander decided to personally lead the veteran and kill the guy he found wearing an officer's hat.

"Comrades shoot bravely, we are armed with light machine guns and submachine guns, and immediately suppress the bunker where they are located!" In this way, Alexander hoped to firmly anchor the unknown officer to death in the square of the city, and then make a roundabout attack.

He had a hunch that this German officer might be the commander-in-chief of the unit or something.

Now it was really Holstauffen's turn to be terrified again. He was ready to cross the line of fire, but suddenly, the machine gunner, who was acting as cover, was stunned by the Soviets and his body fell straight in front of him.

"Do they have snipers? Damn it! ”

The Soviets are in the dark, the Germans are in the light. There were still more than thirty German soldiers left in the city square, and they were facing blows from multiple directions, bullets coming from high in the ruins, and full-powered rifle bullets easily piercing the tops of their steel helmets! These helmets that protected against pistol bullets and fragments are now meaningless.

If you continue to endure, you are doomed to sit still.

Holstauffen made a desperate bet: "Brothers, if we go on like this, we will die!" Now I can only fight for one! Tiger! Machine gun cover! Others, come with me! ”

Alexander had planned for his fighters to carry cluster grenades, outflank them, and blast them into the sky with a dense explosion, only to jump out of cover and run like crazy!

"Don't these people die fast enough?" Alexander was taken aback, and the Germans, who had been lying in ambush and enduring, came out almost at the same time.

They were retreating en masse, and their formation was quite orderly, shooting while retreating!

"Damn, these guys are trying to get out of the city! Their officers can't be withdrawn! Comrades, chase me! ”

Alexander, leading his immediate men, led the pursuit and fired at the enemy's back. It's just that the militia's marksmanship and technical and tactical level are really not high, and in such a thrilling battle, many people's hands are trembling, and they continue to shoot while running.

The muzzles of the guns were still crackling, but the enemy walked in a zigzag pace, skillfully stunning many of the militiamen, so the Germans simply withdrew from the city square after losing three more people.

The poor skills and tactics of these militias are really worrying! Alexander was heartbroken, there was nothing he could do, he had lost the opportunity to contain the enemy.

Holstauffen finally saw hope, and he waved his injured hand, "Everyone, hurry up, let's get out of this damn city at once!" ”

On the way to retreat, his men experienced little resistance, and the soldiers of the various militia squads were of low military quality and weak in weapon firepower, and were not at all opponents of this group of German outlaws.

But there was still a militia squad, and these ten warriors fought hard to block the retreat of these German troops, and they only had rifles and grenades in their hands. After throwing a few, they were left with rifles.

Knowing that they were invincible, this squad still chose to fight until they all died. Their heroic deeds were a little successful, but they could not stop the Germans, and Holstauffen led the last of his men to a successful retreat outside the city.

This was the greatest loss suffered by this German battalion, the first urban street battle, the German troops who entered the city, lost more than 100 people, and more than 50 were wounded, and they reluctantly withdrew.

They retreated with the Germans from outside, two kilometers from the city.

Nervous, the Germans immediately began to count the number of people, and after discovering a large number of casualties, Holstaufen was shocked and immediately ordered the mortars: "Bomb me, finish all the shells we carry!" ”

"It's really going to be all over! This is our heavy weapon! We ......"

"Shut up!" Hallstaufen ordered the artillery to carry out the order at once.

He didn't care so much about it, and it would be bad if the Soviets were given a chance to breathe after the so-called shells were finished.

The German soldiers who withdrew ran wildly one by one because of their loads, most of them sat on the snow and gasped for breath, and some of them coughed violently and coughed up blood. It can be seen that the speed of their escape also proves that the battlefield response of this German army is still relatively fast, that is, the commander has not fought street fighting, and the first battle lost a quarter of the whole battalion, and the lesson is really huge.

That is, they are very well organized, and with such losses, the whole battalion has not collapsed.

Those who survived were also amazed by the losses, and the vast number of soldiers exchanged heads and ears, as if the troops were encountering the main force of the Soviet army.

The mortars used up all 100 shells in a short time, and they smashed their heads and faces. Alexander didn't care about the casualty statistics of his own troops, and the militia only collected a small number of German weapons, and replenished the wounded German soldiers, and the shells rained down.

The militia were like rats, burrowing into their caves, burrowing into the crevices of the ruins, dodging the storm of shrapnel and shock waves.

Annoyed and angry, Holstauffen did not think that this bombardment would have much effect, the city must have hidden a large number of enemies, and their main forces did not retreat at all.

He immediately ordered the radio officer of the army to send a report to the division headquarters: "Tell the division commander quickly that our army has encountered the main force of the Soviet army, and they are holding on to Homnich. Send in the air force and bomb it! (To be continued.) )