The Red Guards City is located 30 kilometers south of Leningrad, which is crossed by the road from Luga to Leningrad, with the Red Guards City as the center, and the Leningrad Front formed the first line of defense on the periphery of Leningrad. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the night of September 9, three Opel-Lightning one-and-a-half-ton trucks were driving on the road leading to the Red Guard City in the moonlight.

The convoy slowed down as it entered the south of the city, running over the large and small pieces of debris on the ground, and stumbling down the road.

Passing through an intersection, the convoy was quickly stopped.

"You can't go any further, your goal is too big and you're going to bring the Ivan cannonballs."

The convoy was parked on the side of the road with the back door of the carriage open.

Four cooks jumped out of the first truck compartment, and they unloaded four large food buckets from the compartment and carried them on their backs, each carrying two more lunch box hangers, each containing three M31-style lunch boxes.

In the two trucks behind, soldiers jumped out one after another, more than twenty people, led by two lieutenants.

Two lieutenants and their men jumped out of the car and unloaded the bullet and grenade boxes from the compartment.

More than twenty soldiers, each carrying two cartridge boxes or carrying a grenade box, assembled on the side of the street, including two lieutenants.

A lieutenant with a bullet box in both hands walked up to the cook in front of him and asked, "Are you ready, can we go?" ”

The lieutenant, surnamed Wayhams, received an affirmative reply, and the group remained silent, and under the guidance of the cooks, turned and walked to the west side of the crossroads.

Lieutenant Weyhans carried a bullet box and sandwiched it in the ranks, silently observing the situation on the side of the road along the way.

Passing through a smaller intersection, Lieutenant Weyhans saw sandbags piled on both sides of the south-facing intersection with barbed wire on the other side of the sandbags.

In the middle of the intersection, a KV-1 tank was parked, with the turret hatch wide open and the barrel drooping, and at a glance it looked like a strong man with his head down.

On the ground next to the tanks and behind sandbags, more than a dozen corpses, both infantry and tankmen, lay down.

There was a faint smell of burnt paste in the air, and Lieutenant Weyhans sniffled, trying to get used to the unpleasant smell.

At the crossroads, the team turned north and continued on the right side of the road.

"Hey, come here, come here, come in." As we passed by a fairly intact two-story building, a sound came from the windows on the second floor.

Lieutenant Weyhans walked into the first floor of the building, and two people quickly came down from the upper floor.

The man at the head was clearly an officer, but the light was too dim for Lieutenant Wayhans to read the other party's epaulettes clearly.

"You're sending supplies? Belonging to that unit? ”

"I'm Lieutenant Wayhams, we are the first regiment, one battalion and three companies of the police division, we are all supplementary soldiers, and there are four cooks who deliver meals."

"I'm Captain Nichol, the commander of the second company, thank God, you're finally here, it's close to the front line, you have to be careful. The position of the three companies turns left from the intersection in front of them, and they will be found in no time. ”

Lieutenant Wehrens thanked politely: "Thank you, Mr. Captain, I'll leave at once." ”

Lieutenant Wehans was about to leave when a soldier next to Captain Nikkor stepped forward and raised his hands to Lieutenant Wehans.

Captain Nikkor said: "It should be me who says thank you, thank you company commander for me, you tell him that I borrowed two boxes of ammunition and a box of grenades from him, and when the battle is over, I will double it back to him." ”

After a small robbery, the team once again embarks on a journey to find troops.

A fallen telephone pole crosses the intersection, and across the pole, the team turns to the street to the left.

Two flares shot up into the sky, and Lieutenant Weyhans looked up at the sky and saw that the flares were rising very closely, seemingly on the other side of the house.

Flares shed silver light up the streets, revealing Lieutenant Wayhans' ranks.

The silence of the night was shattered by the sound of gunshots like popping beans.

At the moment when the gunshots rang out, Lieutenant Weyhans subconsciously rushed to the house on the right, standing against the wall, looking for the direction in which the gunshots rang out.

Soon, he was surprised to find that from the house against which he was leaning was a "sneer・・・・・・sneer・・・・・・" sound characteristic of the MG42 machine gun when it fired.

This is the front line, and Captain Nikkor is right, the house against which he is leaning is a machine-gun position.

"Come this way, come this way." Another time on the street, soon someone whispered.

Lieutenant Weyhans waited until the flares in the sky lost their light and darkness reigned over the street before running across the street.

In the house across the street, Lieutenant Weyhans found the caller, a sergeant named Rolo.

After some exchange, Lieutenant Weyhans confirmed that he had finally found the organization, and that the Sergeant Roe he met was the acting platoon commander of the first platoon of the third company.

Led by Rolu, Lieutenant Weyhans found Captain Hoffman, the commander of the third company.

When Lieutenant Wehrhans saw Captain Hoffman, he first glanced at the bandage around Captain Hoffman's head, then raised his hand in salute.

"Lieutenant Weyhans reports to you that Lieutenant Winter and I have brought with us 19 reinforcements and a medics, as well as four cooks who deliver meals."

"You're here at the right time, we're going to launch a final assault tomorrow and take the city, but we're only left, fifty-six, not even half of the full number. Now, I appoint you as a platoon leader, and I will add nine reinforcements to the platoon. You go back to your platoon's station, and hurry up and familiarize yourself with Sergeant Rolu, we're going to attack at dawn. ”

Lieutenant Weyhans returned to the platoon headquarters with nine recruits, and after being introduced by Sergeant Rolu, he learned that with himself and the nine new recruits, there were only 29 men in the platoon.

In the standard establishment, a motorized infantry platoon, excluding drivers, should be a platoon of four people, a platoon commander and three heralds.

The platoon has four infantry squads, each with 10 people, plus a three-person mortar group, and the full platoon is 47 people.

After hesitating for a while, Lieutenant Weyhans decided to cancel the four squads, which had the smallest number of men, and to strengthen them all into squads 1 and 2, so that the two squads were fully manned, and the mortar crews remained unchanged, and he himself strengthened the third squad with only three remaining heralds with only three men.

Lieutenant Weyhans had just finished his formation when he ushered in a cook.

Behind the cook, there was a large bucket full of beef and potato soup.

Lieutenant Weyhans took a loaf of bread from his loaf bag and ate it with the hot beef and potato soup.

As a novice who had just graduated from military school, Lieutenant Weyhans was inevitably a little nervous when he encountered such a major battle as the attack on Leningrad for the first time in battle.

In another room, one of the heralds, Private Fitz and Private Muller, also munched on bread over beef and potatoes.

Fitz took a large piece of beef into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks and whispered: "Do you see it, the new platoon commander is a novice, and he may not even know what the Russians look like before, I hope he won't be scared to pee his pants when he goes to the battlefield." ”

"It's a trivial thing for him to pee his pants in fright, and I just hope he doesn't give some bizarre orders." Mueller said.

The two of them had a breakfast in muttering, and the dawn was ushered in outside the window.

Lieutenant Weyhans found two heralds.

"Let's go, go and meet the people in Class 3, and then get ready to go." Lieutenant Weyhans said.

Fitz and Mueller picked up their guns and followed Lieutenant Weyhans down the stairs.

Lieutenant Weyhans pushed the door open and was about to leave the door when Fitz suddenly grabbed him by the arm.

"Shhh・・・・・・ you listen・・・・・・" Fitz raised his fingers and made a quiet motion.

Lieutenant Weyhans pricked up his ears to listen to the sounds outside, faintly hearing strange noises.

Bees, like thousands of bees flapping their wings, are flying towards themselves.

"Stalin's organ・・・・・・ run, go to the basement."

Fitz's facial features twisted into a ball, as if he had seen his grandmother, who had been dead for many years, rushed out with a brisk stride and ran to the basement first.

Young Mueller followed Fitz and shouted: "Russian rockets ・・・・・・"

What is the Stalin Organ?

Lieutenant Weyhans had a question mark on his head, but when he saw Fitz's frightened look, he knew that it must be a terrifying weapon, so he also ran to the basement with Fitz.

When he heard Muller's shout, Lieutenant Weyhans realized what he was hearing, and immediately took a big stride, instantly overtaking Mueller, following Fitz, and the second rushed into the basement.

The two men ran into the basement one after the other, but Muller flew into the basement.

Before Müller's body hit the ground, the sound of an explosion entered the basement, followed by billowing smoke.

Fitz kicked the door with a bang, then leaned against the wall, gasping for air.

Loud explosions rang out from all directions, and Lieutenant Weyhans felt the entire basement shake.

"When you say Stalin's organ, do you mean the Katyusha rockets of the Russians?" Lieutenant Weyhans asked.

"Yes, Mr. Lieutenant." Fitz said.

Lieutenant Weyhans remembered the nickname of the Katyusha rocket, as well as the strange buzzing sound.

Fitz's eyes flickered, and he stared at Lieutenant Weyhans for a few seconds, then at Mueller, who had gotten up from the ground and was leaning against the wall panting.

"Müller, why do you say the Russians suddenly entertain us with a Stalin's organ?" Fitz asked.

"I don't know." Mueller said.

"Are they going to counterattack?" Fitz asked.

"Possibly." Mueller said.

Mueller shuddered a few times as he said this, as several loud explosions were heard overhead, and wisps of dust fell from the roof of the basement.

Lieutenant Wehrhans raised his hand, fanned away the dust flying in front of him, turned to Fitz and asked, "You said that it was possible for the Russians to attack." ”

"I guess so."

Alerted by Fitz, Lieutenant Wehrhans shifted his attention from the Katyusha rockets to the oncoming Russian attack.

"When the shelling is over, we'll go find the people of the third shift." Lieutenant Weyhans said.

The shelling did not last long, the shaking of the ground gradually faded, and Lieutenant Wehrhans rushed to the door, but Fitz was preempted by Fitz.

Fitz slammed the door open, and with a deft leap to the side, several pieces of broken masonry of various sizes rolled into the basement.

Lieutenant Wehrhans looked at the largest piece of gravel on the ground, the size of his head.

If this guy hits the instep of his foot, he will definitely break a bone.

The three men rushed out of the basement to find that the two-story building where they were hiding had been destroyed by shelling, with broken walls and bricks scattered on the ground and hills piled up.

The three men rushed out of the rubble to another house across the road.

Half of the house collapsed, and in the rubble, Lieutenant Wehrens saw two half-buried bodies in the rubble, dressed in SS camouflage uniforms.

The only surviving soldier ran out of the basement and stared at the corpses in the rubble.

"When the Russians opened fire, they were upstairs, and I was the only one downstairs."

"We'll bury them later, where's your machine gun?" Wayhans asked.

The surviving soldiers ran to the next room, where a rectangular dining table was set up under the window at the intersection with an MG42 machine gun.

"The Russians will come soon, ready to fight, Muller, you give him a secondary shooter." Lieutenant Weyhans said.

"Fitz, you go and tell Sergeant Rolu that we are blocking the road here, and let him pay attention to the movement here and support us at any time." Fitz rushed out of the house with the order.

"Sneer・・・・・・ sneer・・・・・・"

MG42 spat out tongues of fire, and the house was filled with the sound of tearing tarpaulins.

In the distance north of the street, the two Soviet soldiers who rushed in front were hit and lay in a pool of blood, while the soldiers behind scattered to the sides of the street to take refuge.

Lieutenant Weyhans turned and rushed out of the house.

"I'll go to the other side of the street, and you stay here."

Lieutenant Wehrens dashed across the street, jumped into a crater near the street, raised his STG42 assault rifle and aimed it forward, and fired several bursts in a row.

Assault rifle and machine gun crossfire tightly sealed the streets, preventing the advance of Soviet infantry until a tank appeared.

The T-34 tank was parked in the middle of the street, a dual-purpose vehicle, and the machine gun on the right front of the hull was aimed at Lieutenant Wehrhams's hiding place, and the bullets rained down like a hail, so that Lieutenant Wehrings could not lift his head.

The turret of the tank was turned to the other side, aimed at the position where the MG42 machine gun was located.

At the back of the building, Mueller was carrying an ammunition box and a machine gun, and as soon as he escaped from the house, the shell passed through the window and exploded inside the house.

Lieutenant Weyhans jumped out of the crater from the side and retreated behind the house on the left.

"Lieutenant, here."

Fitz's shouts rang out, and Wehrhans saw Fitz lying behind a bush waving to him.

The two met behind the bushes, and Fitz said, "Mr. Lieutenant, what shall we do now?" ”

"What should I do in this situation in the past battles?"

"The first way is to run away, the second way is to hide here, avoid the tanks, and then hit the infantry." Fitz said.

"Follow the second method." Willhams decisively chose the bolder approach.

The two men hid behind the bushes, watched the tank drive over the street more than twenty meters away, raised the muzzle of their guns, and aimed at the infantry following the tank and were about to open fire, but were preempted by the machine gunners on the other side of the street.

Mueller and the machine gunner fled to a wooden house further back and set up the machine gun again, and they, like Wehrhams, decided to let the tanks fight the infantry go.

Shortly after the tank fired, the MG-42 machine gun opened fire again, instantly sweeping down three or four Russian infantrymen and drawing the attention of the Russian infantry in their direction.

Seeing that the attention of the Soviet infantry was drawn to the other side, exposing his back to himself, Lieutenant Wehrhans immediately opened fire and fired the bullet at the Soviet troops in the distance.

The Soviet infantry was again pinned down by crossfire, each looking for a place of concealment and exchanging fire with Wehrhams.

"Lieutenant, we should withdraw, the second squad can't stand it." Fitz said.

Wehrhans looked in the direction Fitz was pointing behind him, and saw six or seven soldiers running behind him, one of whom suddenly fell to the ground with a convulsion all over his body.

Behind them, a squad of Soviet infantrymen followed by the T-34 tank was charging.

"If we don't retreat, we'll be surrounded." Fitz shouted anxiously.

"Let's go." Wehramps put away his gun and followed Fitz into the gutter of the street behind him, hurried south.

The two of them ran more than 300 meters, crossing a street in front of them, until they rushed into the five-story building on the other side of the street.

An unknown number of German troops had taken control of the building, and German troops were firing on all floors of the building.

On the first floor, Lieutenant Willyns met Sergeant Rolo, the second squad leader.

"We hold the first floor of the building, we can't let the Soviet infantry approach, wait for the anti-tank units to come up." Lieutenant Weyhans said.

Another offensive and defensive battle ensued, and the vast avenue in front of the building became an impassable barrier for the Soviet troops, until the appearance of tanks provided obstacles for the Soviet infantry.

Tank guns, 76.2 mm cannons, kept smashing shells into the windows of the building, suppressing the German fire in the building, and light and heavy machine guns also rained bullets on the building.

Taking advantage of the fact that the German fire in the building was suppressed, the Soviet infantry charged through the street in front of the building and rushed to the building.

"The Ivan are coming, grenades ready." Sergeant Rolu's loud shouts echoed through the building.

Seven or eight grenades flew out of the window on the first floor, and the Soviet infantry fell screaming in the continuous explosions, but the surviving Soviet charges still did not stop.

"They're coming in・・・・・・ dodge."

Fitz was halfway through his sentence, when he suddenly saw a tank in the distance turn its turret and point its muzzle at the window where he was, and hurriedly shrank its head, and a string of machine-gun bullets flew over and hit the windowsill with a terrifying sound.

Fitz dodged the machine gun and heard a shout from Willhams: "Fitz, come and help me ・・・・・・"

Fitz ran through the door and ran next door, where he saw Lieutenant Weyhans and a Soviet soldier hugging each other, rolling around on the ground.

Fitz picked up the G42 semi-automatic rifle in his hand and was about to fire, when suddenly it went dark in front of him, and another person entered the window.

Fitz fired two shots in quick succession, knocking the Soviet soldier over, and then turned his gun on the Soviets fighting Wehrhans and pulled the trigger.

Fitz was stunned for a moment when the sound of a "ding-・・・・・・" striker hit the air, and then a stride rushed over, picked up the butt of the gun, and smashed it into the back of the Soviet soldier's head.

The Soviets threw themselves on Wehans, and Fitz picked up the butt of his rifle and struck the Soviet soldier twice on the head until the Soviets were bleeding from his head.

"Be careful, back." Lieutenant Weyhans shouted as he was pressed against the corpse of a Soviet soldier and stared behind Fitz.

At this time, a Soviet soldier got into the window, but when he landed, he happened to step on the Soviet soldier killed by Fitz, and one stumbled and fell to the ground, Fitz raised his gun and wanted to fire, but suddenly remembered that there was no bullet in the gun, so he could only scream and rush to the Soviet soldier who was in a hurry to stand up, and the two quickly twisted together.

Fitz scuffled with the Soviet soldier on the ground, and when the Soviet soldier pressed Fitz underneath again, a muzzle of a gun was pressed against his temple.

With a crisp gunshot, the Soviet soldier's head burst and fell headlong on Fitz, red blood spurting out, and Fitz was covered in the face.

Pushing away the corpse on his body, Fitz touched his face a few times, trying to wipe the blood off his face, but instead wiped the blood all over his face, which looked particularly terrifying.

"We're leveling up・・・・・・ well・・・・・・ listen, it's our people who are firing artillery, and it should be the people from the assault artillery battalion." Fitz said, pointing out the window.

"We'd better kill those Ivan who rushed in first." Wehrhans said.

The two turned and rushed to the next room・・・・・・

Fitz's judgment was very correct, after receiving the report of the Soviet counteroffensive, the No. 3 assault gun battalion of the police division and the third regiment as a reserve immediately set out for reinforcements, rushed to the battlefield in time, and repelled the Soviet counterattack.

The 3rd Regiment then took over the positions of Lieutenant Willyns's 1st Regiment and launched an assault on the Soviet forces in the city, and the 1st Regiment withdrew to the 2nd line as a reserve.

Herald Muller and the Heavy did not survive the battle, including them, and the number of Wehrhans platoons, from 29 to 13, was an unlucky number.

Two days later, Wehrhams, who was under repair, received news that the Red Guard city had been captured and that the first line of defense outside Leningrad had been breached.

Another five days later, fifteen kilometers south of Leningrad, in the southwest corner of the city of Pusikin.

Lieutenant Wehrhans bent over one knee and knelt beside a stretcher, looking at Captain Hoffman lying on it.

"Now, you ・・・・・・ acting company commander and command the whole company ・・・・・・ operations." With every word Captain Hoffman spoke, a stream of blood welled up from his chest, staining patch after piece of gauze in the medic's hand.

Watching Captain Hoffman leave, Lieutenant Wehrens said to Fitz, who was beside him, "You go and tell Sergeant Rowe that he will act as platoon commander." ”

Sixteen hours later, downtown Pusikin City.

Lieutenant Wehrens sat in Fitz's arms, and a medic crouched beside him, gauzing his right thigh.

Holding back the pain of his wound, Wayhans said to Fitz, "There is an order from the higher authorities to merge the rest of our company into Captain Nikel's company under his command. There are no officers left in the company now, so let Sergeant Luo Lu command the rest. ”

The medic ran to the medical point with Lieutenant Wehans on his back.

Sergeant Rolu received the order from Fitz, sighed and said, "Mr. Lieutenant is a very good learner, I hope to see him again." ”

Two days after Lieutenant Wehrens was wounded, a telegram from the 6th Panzer Division, to the left of the police division, was sent to Army Group North Headquarters.

"We were standing on the Duderhof Heights, and I saw St. Petersburg and the sea."

Major General Morse read out what was on the telegram.

The stiff lines of Marshal Loeb's face softened, and the Duderhof Heights was the support point of the second line of defense of the Soviet army, and taking it would mean that the second line of defense of the Soviet army would soon be completely shattered.

"Thanks to the police division, they formed a breakthrough on the right flank of the 6th Panzer Division, giving the 6th Panzer Division room to outflank the Duderhof Heights."

Chen Dao stood aside, not forgetting to fight for the presence of the cooperating police division.

Marshal Loeb nodded, and then said, "We set out from East Prussia, and after nearly three months of fighting, sacrificing tens of thousands of soldiers and officers, we finally arrived in St. Petersburg. I decided to give the troops two more days to completely crush the outlying positions in St. Petersburg, and then repair them for three days. Five days later, Operation Sledgehammer was carried out, and St. Petersburg was captured in one fell swoop. ”