East of Rostov-on-Don, on the northeast bank of the bridge across the river in the Aksai district, the former starting point of the German special forces has been occupied by a battalion and a company of the 60th Panzergrenadier Regiment under the 16th Panzergrenadier Division of the German Army.

The commander of the first company, Captain Wolfgang, squinted at the sky and saw that the fighters overhead were as dexterous as swallows, guarding the bridge to suppress the movements of Soviet Air Force bombers and provide adequate air cover for ground troops.

Hearing a rumbling sound behind him, and clearly feeling the ground trembling slightly under his feet, Captain Wolfgang knew that a new day of battle had begun.

The building where Wolfgang and his men are located is located on the north bank of the river along the road, and from here to launch an attack on the bridge, you only need to pay close attention to the buildings in front of you and on the right side of the road, and on the left side of the road is the quietly flowing Aksai River, so you can not worry about threats from the left.

The ground trembled as Captain Wolfgang leaned to the door of the building and looked out onto the road along the river, just in time to see a Grizzly heavy assault gun coming down the street.

With a buzzing roar, the Grizzly assault gun drove past the entrance of the building, and Captain Wolfgang raised his left hand and waved it forward, and the four soldiers standing behind him rushed out, following the assault gun, carefully covering the advance of the assault gun.

At this time, the gunfire in the city was getting louder and louder, and Captain Wolfgang followed the assault gun, and after advancing less than two hundred meters along the road, the assault gun in front stopped.

There was a "clanging" sound from the turretless fighting compartment, and the crash was accompanied by countless fires.

Strings of bullets hit the fighting compartment of the assault gun, on which the yellow-brown and green camouflage paint fell off in sheets.

The moment the assault gun stopped the car, Captain Wolfgang waved his hand and summoned an MG-42 machine gun crew, which mounted the machine gun on the engine compartment and opened fire fiercely at the window of the first floor of a two-story house more than 50 meters away from the right front, instantly suppressing the fire inside.

In less than half a minute, Captain Wolfgang heard a loud thunderous sound from the Grizzly assault gun in front.

Sticking his head out and looking at the house in front of him, Captain Wolfgang saw only the dilapidated body of the house looming in the black smoke and flying dust.

A 150-mm high-explosive bomb from the Grizzly assault gun cleared the first Soviet firing point in front of the group, and the troops continued to advance along the road.

Before the dust and smoke in the vicinity of the house had completely dissipated, the Panzergrenadiers rushed forward and rushed to the ruins of the house first, with two combat sappers sandwiched between the Panzergrenadiers.

Rushing to a distance of less than thirty meters from the house, the two combat sappers stopped advancing, and the sappers who rushed in front raised the flamethrower in their hands, aimed at the ruins of the house and pulled the trigger, the blazing flames poured into the ruins, and soon there were screams from the ruins, and the two surviving Soviet soldiers rushed out of the ruins, running around like headless flies with the flames all over their bodies, and one of them rushed straight out of the ruins, ran into the street, and rushed towards the combat sappers outside the ruins.

Before the burning man could rush to the side of the combat engineer, two strings of bullets flew and hit the burning man one after another, and the burning man fell headlong seven or eight meters away from the combat engineer.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the Grizzly assault guns continued to advance, and the Panzergrenadiers rushed into the ruins of civilian homes to find the next target for the assault guns.

Walking past the corpse, Captain Wolfgang couldn't help but look down at the corpse on the ground on his right, the flames on the corpse were still burning, and the smell of roasted meat wafted in the wind.

Captain Wolfgang sniffled, withdrew his gaze, and continued to focus on the battle ahead.

Panzergrenadiers and combat sappers coordinated with each other, with the Grizzly assault gun as the core assault force, alternately covering the advance towards the bridge, along the way, there was not a single house that could not be solved by a 150-mm high-explosive shell, if there were, it was two.

After the battle group stopped and stopped along the way, and after demolishing eight houses one after another, Captain Wolfgang saw that the bridge in front of him was close at hand, less than 500 meters away.

Turning his gaze, Captain Wolfgang turned his gaze back to the front, where he and his men had already rushed out of the residential area and arrived at the field on the north bank of the bridge, where there were no buildings in front of them to provide cover for both sides of the battle.

The Grizzly assault gun stopped advancing, and the muzzle of the short, thick 150-mm howitzer was slightly raised, raining shells on the Soviet positions at the bridgehead, and behind the assault gun, the GRW 34 type 81-mm mortar fired one after another, joining the battle of suppressing the Soviet fire at the bridgehead.

There were a series of explosions at the bridgehead, gunsmoke and sandbags flying.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the Soviet troops at the bridgehead were suppressed by artillery fire, Captain Wolfgang shouted.

"Follow me."

After speaking, the captain was the first to rush to the left side of the road, turned over to the green belt on the bank of the river on the left side of the road, used the shrubs and trees on the green belt as cover, and rushed towards the bridge.

The distance quickly disappeared under the running legs of the captain and his men, and when Captain Wolfgang and a dozen of his men rushed to a distance of just over a hundred meters from the bridge, the fire in the rear suddenly stopped.

The captain and his subordinates were about to rush to the scattered Soviet positions at the bridgehead, when a huge figure suddenly rushed out in the gray-black smoke in front of them.

Seeing the T-34 tank suddenly rushing out, Captain Wolfgang's pupils couldn't help but contract, and his body made a sharp turn in the rapid running, turning behind a bush in front of him.

Captain Wolfgang and his men were stopped by the sudden appearance of the T-34 tank, and the T-34 tank in front of them seemed to be dazed by the pungent smell of gunpowder.

As soon as it broke out of the smoke-filled bridgehead, the T-34 tank slumped into a large crater, and then climbed out of the crater with its powerful climbing ability, then stopped and turned the turret to point the muzzle of the Grizzly assault gun on the road in the distance.

"Rumbling ······" A cloud of gray smoke erupted from the muzzle of the T-34 tank, and Captain Wolfgang hurriedly turned his head to look at the Grizzly assault gun behind him.

The armor-piercing shell fired by the T-34 tank hit the armor on the right side of the barrel of the fighting compartment of the Grizzly assault gun and was ejected by inclined steel plates up to 100 mm thick.

Without waiting for the T-34 tank to fire a second armor-piercing shell, the Grizzly assault gun returned fire first, firing a shell at the T-34 tank.

The T-34 tank sensed that the Grizzly assault gun was aimed at it, but instead of running away, it lowered the muzzle and pointed the muzzle at the enemy's hull chassis, firing almost simultaneously with the Grizzly assault gun.

A 150 mm high-explosive shell hit the hull of the T-34 tank, and a violent explosion occurred at the right front wheel of the T-34 tank, sending shattered parts and dirt into the sky.

Affected by the blast wave of the explosion, the second armor-piercing projectile fired by the T-34 tank did not know where to go.

The T-34 tank was paralyzed in place by being seriously wounded at the right front wheel, and could only rotate the turret to act as a fixed turret.

Captain Wolfgang watched the brief but frightening exchange of fire between the two tanks and hurried to look at the ruined Soviet positions at the bridgehead.

The dust and smoke from the Soviet positions gradually dissipated, and there were figures faintly shaking inside.

The captain did not wait for the smoke to completely dissipate, and regardless of the T-34 tank, which was only a few dozen meters away from him, jumped out of the bushes, rushed through the last 100 meters in a dash, and threw a long-handled grenade with his hand.

Stepping on the sound of the explosion of a grenade, Captain Wolfgang did not rush directly to the bridgehead, but rushed under the road under the bridge, and then crossed under the bridge to the west side of the bridge.

On the west side of the bridge there is a large green belt along the river, behind which is a row of four high-rise buildings.

The four high-rise buildings had been damaged to varying degrees in previous shelling, with empty windows and glass almost completely gone.

Captain Wolfgang summoned the signal soldier, picked up the Siemens cordless phone that the signal soldier was carrying behind him, and shouted into the microphone: "We need heavy weapons, let the assault guns follow, what, the tanks will arrive soon?" ”

Putting down the microphone, Captain Wolfgang hurriedly looked back at where he had come from, just in time to see two No. 4H tanks hurrying along the riverside road.

The riverfront road crossed under the bridge, and one of the two No. 4H tanks fired T-34s and the other drove straight underneath the bridge.

After a short exchange, two No. 4H tanks were the first to rush out of the bridge, along the gentle slope on the west side of the bridgehead, out of the green belt, and pounced on the building at the bridgehead.

Machine gun bullets and 75mm high-explosive shells flew out one after another, accurately sweeping every window where bullets were flying.

Black smoke rose from multiple windows on the four buildings, and soon the Grizzly assault guns crossed the bridge and joined the bombardment of the buildings.

In a series of explosions, two gaps were blasted out of the brick-blocked windows on the first floor of the building.

Captain Wolfgang rushed to the front, sprinting all the way to the bottom of the nearest building, throwing an M24 grenade into his hand.

When the smoke from the window cleared slightly, the captain rushed to the first floor of the building with his men.

As the Panzergrenadiers broke in, shouts, gunshots, and explosions followed the building, spreading like a plague throughout the building.

More and more follow-up troops rushed out of residential areas, through the open space at the head of the bridge, and launched an attack on the Soviet troops on the west side of the bridge.

A little more than two hours later, under the building occupied by Captain Wolfgang and his men, the troops of the 13th Panzer Division drove up the bridge along the road and drove mightily towards the wide hinterland on the south bank of the Don River, while the troops of the 16th Panzergrenadier Division advanced west from the riverfront road.

The marching routes of the two armies crossed in a cross and marched in an orderly manner.

Captain Wolfgang did not take part in the battle below, but was carried to the river by two of his men on a stretcher, and then placed in the back of an Opel truck.

In the cracks of the truck's compartment, red blood oozed out, stained the compartment red, and dripped to the ground.

After loading a cart of corpses, the Opel truck started to drive in the direction of the rising sun in the east.