On the southeastern outskirts of Leningrad, on the Neva River, Lieutenant Windenburg and his comrades-in-arms, who had successfully crossed the river, were suffering from a major crisis. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The shells whistled and flew over his head like a strong wind, and in an instant flew over the wide Neva River and fell into the town of Kolpino, bursting with flames and smoke, disrupting the steps of the police division and slowing down the construction of pontoon bridges by the riverside boatbridges.

Mortar shells of various calibers, drawing a terrifying arc, fell to the bridgehead controlled by the police division.

Lieutenant Windenberg hid in the attic of the dock office, looking through the attic window to the north of the bridgehead.

The sky was already bright, and in the binoculars, Soviet infantry in khaki uniforms were clustered around the tanks and were rushing to the bridgehead.

Six, seven, eight・・・・・・ Lieutenant Windenburg counted the number of tanks, and did not stop until eight.

There are eight tanks in sight, and there are two KV-1 tanks in them, and I don't know how many are missing.

Although he was at the rear of the bridgehead position, far from the line of fire, Lieutenant Windenburg felt a pang of nervousness.

He and his subordinates only had light weapons such as guns and grenades, not even an iron-fisted anti-tank bazooka, and if the enemy's tanks rushed in front of them, they had no power to fight back.

Lieutenant Windenburg turned to the other side of the attic and saw that the pontoon bridge over the river was built only to the middle of the Neva.

It looks like it's time for a close fight with the Russian tanks, and hopefully those anti-tank guns will work.

Lieutenant Windenburg's gaze turned to the riverside dock, where two rubber boats had just landed, and the soldiers on the rubber boats were moving several large guys to the shore, which was a dismantled ZIS-3 cannon.

ZIS-3 76.2 mm caliber cannon, known as the rapid sound by the German army, also known as poof-bang gun, is a light cannon equipped by the Soviet Army, because the battle line is too long, the battle is fierce, the logistics department can not timely replenish the equipment loss of the front, and the various units of the German army have to select the captured Soviet equipment to arm themselves.

As a weapon that impressed the German army, the ZIS-3 cannon was included in the artillery sequence of the police division, and was used as a universal artillery between anti-tank guns and infantry guns.

The ZIS-3 cannon weighed more than a ton, which exceeded the load capacity of the German rubber boats, and the German artillerymen had to disassemble the guns and load them on two rubber boats to transport them across the river.

Lieutenant Windenburg was much more at ease when he saw eight gunners carry the cannon ashore and then began to reassemble it.

With this cannon there, even if the Russian tanks are there, they can withstand it for a while.

It wasn't long before Lieutenant Windenburg saw the gunners, pushing assembled cannons, cross the road along the river and reach behind a bush on the north side of the road.

About two minutes later, Lieutenant Windenburg heard cannon fire.

In the distance, buildings and open spaces were full of Soviet infantry, and occasionally tanks.

Lieutenant Windenburg stood at the attic window, constantly pointing the target to the machine gun next to him, and the MG42 machine gunner fired one point after another to suppress the actions of the Soviet infantry.

The bullet casings clanged to the ground, and the two chains of fifty rounds were quickly depleted, and while the co-shooter was replacing the machine gun with a third chain, a string of machine gun bullets flew in and landed on the body of the MG42 machine gun, causing a string of fire.

The secondary shooter fell headlong to the ground, and the steel helmet flew out.

The main shooter lay on his back on the ground, and the machine gun flew to the floor of the room.

Lieutenant Windenberg stood on the left side of the window and narrowly escaped.

He looked down at the ground, where the part above the right temple of the secondary shooter had been sliced off by a machine-gun bullet, and dark red blood gushed out and stained the floor red.

The main shooter was on his back, staring straight at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Otto, how are you?"

Otto, the leading shooter, raised his hand and touched the door of his head, nervously repeating a sentence.

"I'm alive, I'm alive・・・・・・"

"They just flew your steel helmet, you didn't die, get up."

Otto groped his head and sat up, just in time to see the body of the secondary shooter.

"Werner ・・・・・・"

"Werner is dead, here is being targeted by the Russian machine gunners, let's change rooms and go to the second floor." Lieutenant Windenburg bent down to take off the nameplate around Werner's neck and stuffed it into his pocket, and took advantage of the fact that the Soviet machine guns were not stopped, and moved to a room on the second floor with Otto and the machine guns.

Assisted by Lieutenant Windenburg, the MG42 machine gun roared again.

Lieutenant Windenberg served as Otto's secondary marksman while observing the situation on the battlefield, and the battle scenes came into his eyes.

A T-34 tank turned the corner of a four-story building, and suddenly a figure burst out of the bushes twenty meters to the left, and the SS grenadier fell on one knee, and the iron fist under the crunching nest of his right arm was aimed at the T-34, firing, and hitting the power compartment of the T-34 tank.

The infantryman following the T-34 turned its guns, and the barrage of bullets broke the grenadier's left arm, then through his thick chest, and the grenadier lay in a pool of blood.

"Quick, over there, kill those Ivans."

Lieutenant Windenburg slammed Otto on the left shoulder, causing Otto to turn the muzzle in the direction of the T-34.

Otto fired two shots, and the Soviet soldiers in the distance immediately fell three or four, and the others hid behind the tanks.

Two crisp "poof-bang" sounds were heard, and an armor-piercing projectile hit the driver's door of the tank, tearing the steel plate and burrowing into the tank, and one of the surviving tankmen got out of the turret and crawled behind the tank.

The Soviet retaliation came quickly, 120 mm caliber mortar shells fell, and Lieutenant Windenburg saw the gunners of the cannon group fall to the ground.

Lieutenant Windenberg called a herald to act as a secondary marksman, and then rushed out of the building with the medic and two other heralds, crossed the road, and ran to the cannon.

The eight-man artillery crew was suffering from casualties, only three of them were still moving, and one was the gunner who broke the upper part of the elbow of his right arm, exposing Bai Sensen's bones.

There were also two gunners who were wounded in the legs, holding their thighs and leaning on the gun mount grinning in pain.

"Send them back, first go to the first floor to bandage, and then send them across the river."

Windenburg had the two heralds put down the stretcher and lift one of the gunners with a wounded right leg up, while the other gunner, whose arm had been blown off, picked up his right arm that had fallen to the ground and walked to the dock office.

Windenberg bent down with his back to the other gunner, who had been wounded in the leg, and said loudly: "I will carry you on my back, and you will come up." ”

The gunner refused the kindness of Lieutenant Windenburg.

"No, this cannon still works, we can't go, the Russians' tanks still have to rely on us to take them out. You use me as a loader, and I'll take aim. ”

Lieutenant Windenburg, under the command of the gunner, took an armor-piercing shell from the shell box and held it in his arms, and the gunner tilted his head to the rubber eyepiece of the scope to look for a target.

"Boom"

A loud bang reached Lieutenant Windenberg's ears, and Lieutenant Windenburg looked behind him, and saw a large puff of black smoke and dust billowing out of a window on the second floor of the dock office on the south side of the road behind him.

It was the room where he and Otto had just been, and Lieutenant Windenberg's heart welled up with blood that rushed to his head.

Which bastard did it?

"There is a KV tank at one o'clock on the right, and the distance is about one hundred and fifty meters."

The gunner adjusts the cannon's steering machine and high and low machine, turning the muzzle to the right.

Lieutenant Windenburg shoved the shell into the chamber of the gun and followed it to look in the direction the muzzle was pointing.

The armor-piercing shell flew out of the chamber with a pop and slammed into the right side of the turret of the KV-1 tank, only to be ejected into the sky.

"One more shot, quick."

The second armor-piercing shell was stuffed into the chamber of the gun, and with a pop it was fired, only to be ejected again.

It wasn't until the third armor-piercing shell hit that Lieutenant Windenburg saw a puff of black smoke coming out of the body of that KV-1 tank.

Having finished out the KV-1 tank, the gunner turned around with difficulty, leaning on the gun shield.

"There are no other tanks in the shooting range, our mission is accomplished."

"The Medic is back, you go with him." Lieutenant Windenburg helped the gunner to his feet, made him lie on the back of the medic, and watched as the medic ran on his back to the dock office.

Turning around, Lieutenant Windenberg ran to the destroyed KV-1 tank, rushed to the tank chassis with lunges, used the turret as a cover, and fired one point after another at the back of the Soviet infantry who were fleeing after the counterattack failed, until the magazine ran out of bullets, the firing pin hit the air, and he was still pulling the trigger.

"Woo・・・・・・"

A dark shadow swept across the sky, bringing a gust of wind on the ground, and a loud noise woke Lieutenant Windenberg from the frenzy of battle.

Looking up at the sky, Lieutenant Windenburg saw a flock of "big birds" appear in the sky.

It was Stuka, and ・・・・・・ reinforcements from Messerschmidt, who always arrived after the battle.