Chapter 482 Ambush

Sitting in a dinghy, Colonel Dietrich quietly looked at the sparkling lake, and the familiar images of the map flashed through his mind.

By the time Dietrich crossed Lake Sebeří with the second echelon, he had already sketched out an outline of the battle plan in his mind.

While thinking, Colonel Dietrich felt the dinghy stop moving, and his body leaned forward under the action of inertia.

Regaining his consciousness immersed in the battle plan, Colonel Dietrich looked at the bow of the boat and saw that the dinghy had washed up on the shore.

Surrounded by adjutants and guards, Colonel Dietrich jumped out of the dinghy and walked out into the dark forest.

In a clearing deep in the forest, after a brief combat meeting, the assault team immediately moved out and advanced due north under the cover of the woods.

At about two o'clock in the morning, on the road leading to the city of Idrica in the east of the city of Shebezh, a team of tanks from the city of Itrica drove on the road, and the roar of the engine broke the silence of the night.

Crossing Highway 563, sandwiched between two forests, more than 30 tanks made a sharp turn south at the crossroads to support the southern battlefield that was being attacked by the German 56th Panzer Army.

When the tanks disappeared into the night, and even the noise of diesel engines could not be heard, another team appeared on the road.

First, a dozen figures rushed out of the forest, and it took them less than fifteen seconds to cross the road and disappear into the forest on the other side of the road.

The first group of figures crossed the road unharmed, adding courage to the follow-up troops and giving the green light.

Groups of figures rushed out of the forest, quickly crossed the road, hid on the other side of the road, and in less than half a minute, hundreds of people smuggled across the road.

About two minutes later. The restlessness and figures on the highway disappeared, leaving only the chirping of insects and frogs, playing a harmonious forest rhapsody.

From time to time, a motorcade roars and flashes on the road, and the drivers are engrossed in staring at the road, keeping a distance from the car in front of them to avoid crashing, but they don't know it. In the forests on both sides, hundreds of murderous eyes were staring at them.

During the long wait, time passed rapidly, the stars gradually lost their brilliance, and the eastern sky climbed with a touch of fish belly white.

Colonel Dietrich strolled to the edge of the forest and looked out at the road, the light was strong enough to barely make out the foliage of the trees in the forest across the road.

Soon, a herald rushed across the road and disappeared into the forest opposite.

Watch as the heralds reach the forest on the other side safely. Colonel Dietrich turned away in confidence, leaving only the increasingly murderous soldier behind.

By the time Colonel Dietrich disappeared into the forest, the SS soldiers hiding in the forests on both sides of the road had all been given orders, and the hunt began.

The Soviets did not keep the SS soldiers waiting, and less than ten minutes later, on the west side of the road, in the direction of the city of Sebezh, the roar of engines could be heard.

First two BA-10 armored vehicles appeared in the field of view of the SS soldiers, followed by four BT-7 light tanks. Then there was a fleet of Gass trucks, seven or eight of them.

Behind seven or eight Gass trucks. This was followed by a group of heart-pounding targets for the SS soldiers, two Gas-M1 officer cars and two Gas-61-40 staff cars.

Behind the four sedans, there was still a fleet of seven or eight Gass AA trucks.

In the eyes of some very experienced veterans, the identity of this convoy is obvious, a command that is being transferred to the rear. At least at the division level.

When the first team of trucks and four cars all entered the ambush circle, there was a muffled sound in the forest on the south side of the road.

An 88mm tank-killer rocket dragged a flash of fire out of the forest, hitting the right door of a gas truck.

In the smoke and firelight. The door of the truck was burned by the scorching metal jet into a terrifying hole, and a scream was heard from the cab, and the truck made an emergency left turn and rushed down the road, stumbling into the forest on the left side of the road, and crashing headlong into a pine tree the size of a dinner plate and stopped.

The Tank Kill rocket opened the door to kill, and the unique snort of the MG-42 machine gun when it fired, and the crisp ping-pong sound of the G42 semi-automatic rifle mixed together, breaking the silence of the early morning.

A dense rain of bullets flew out of the forest, cutting into holes in the defenseless trucks that were running naked on the road.

Incendiary bombs, mingled in a hail of bullets, are firmly aimed at their ultimate target, the fragile fuel tanks of the gas truck.

The flames burst out of the fuel tanks and splashed onto the truck and the road, and thick black smoke swirled around the truck.

Broken glass shards on the cab and the flesh and blood of the drivers splattered everywhere, staining the front of the truck.

Some drivers who opened their doors and tried to flee were immediately hit by a tracking bullet and fell to the side of the road wailing.

Unlike the truck convoy that was brutally killed, the four sedans were not hit particularly hard, except for the tires.

I can't count how many bullets fell on the tires of the four cars, and one by one the tires were like pinpricked balloons, deflating rapidly, and the car driving in front of it did not have time to brake, and crashed headlong into the gas truck that stopped in front of it.

Of the three sedans behind, one sedan rushed off the right side of the road and slammed into the edge of the forest where the Germans were hiding.

The four officers pushed the car door in frenzy and tried to use the sedan as cover to fire at the Germans, before being treated with grenades and falling screaming around the car.

Fortunately, the two Gas M-1 sedans driving behind, the moment the tires burst, under the action of inertia, the two sedans rushed out of the left side of the road and crashed directly into the pine trees in the forest.

The doors opened, and seven or eight officers jumped out of the two cars, looked at the battlefield in alarm, and then turned around and ran into the forest behind them.

At the back of the convoy, groups of infantry jumped from the gas truck, but before these infantry could react, the muzzle of the MG-42 machine gun was already pointed at them, and where the relentless rain of bullets swept by, most of the infantry were already screaming and lying on the spot, and the corpses and blood were covered with the road.

Without a unified command, the surviving infantry turned around and fled to the forest behind, trying to dodge the Grim Reaper from the right side of the road.

The ones who really had the courage to resist were the armored warriors at the front of the convoy.

Turning the front of the car with difficulty. Two armored vehicles and four BT-7 light tanks fought their way back to the battlefield.

45 mm shells and 7.62 mm machine gun bullets flew frantically into the forest, bursting into clouds of gunpowder smoke in the forest, and the German fire quickly weakened wherever the shells and bullets passed.

The firepower of the four armored warriors did not last long.

First, a series of iron-fisted rockets flew out of the forest, and two or three more scorching holes appeared in the bodies of the two BT-7 light tanks that were relatively close to the forest. Stop at the edge of the forest and stop firing.

Two BA-10 armoured vehicles then followed in the footsteps of the two tanks and were destroyed by anti-tank fire from the forest.

The last two BT-7 tanks fought and retreated, slowly retreating towards the forest behind them, but they didn't notice that a group of agile figures rushed out of the forest behind them.

These figures were none other than SS soldiers hidden in the forest on the left side of the road, crouching at the edge of the forest, holding tank killer bazookas, pointing at the defenseless tails of the two tanks.

With the "Tank Killer" anti-tank rocket launcher spewing several lines of fire, the two BT-7 tanks were permanently incapacitated. The avatar ghost car is parked on the spot.

When tanks and armored vehicles were massacred by the Germans, in the forest, the commander of the 16th Army of the Soviet Eleventh Army, Major General Lopatin, surrounded by several staff officers, was frantically fleeing into the forest.

Walking through the bushes, despite the fact that his cheeks were scorched by the foliage of the bushes, Major General Lopatin had only one thing on his mind, and that was to escape.

I don't know how far I escaped. Major General Lopatin grabbed the sleeves of his staff officers and adjutants beside him.

The adjutant gasped and said: "Comrade commander, the Germans are already far from us. No more running away. ”

Major General Lopatin held on to a pine tree, also gasping for air.

"Where the hell did the damned Germans come from? East, or South? No, the southern line of defense has not yet been broken by the Germans, they cannot pass. Could it be that the Germans in the city of Pustoshka to the east broke through our encirclement and cut off our rear route? ”

"It could also be paratroopers dropped by the enemy at night. You listen to the gunfire on the other side, and they don't seem to have heavy weapons in their hands. The adjutant said, pointing out of the forest.

Major General Lopatin looked nervously out of the forest, listened with his ears pricked up for a while, and then came to the conclusion that the enemy in the forest opposite really had no heavy weapons, at most only machine guns and mortars.

"Order the guard units in front. Each of them looks for a hidden spot to block the enemy's pursuit. This is very close to the city of Sheberi, and the troops in the city will soon come to our aid when they hear the gunshots, and let them hold on, and they must hold on until reinforcements arrive. Major General Lopatin shouted.

The troops were in disarray, and Lopatin could only let the staff officers serve as heralds for the time being, but he had just given the order, and before the staff officers could turn away, he heard a voice behind him that made him tremble.

Looking at the staff officers who were knocked to the ground one by one in the sound of gunfire, Major General Lopatin was stunned on the spot.

Why is there a gunshot behind me.

Reflexively reaching for the pistol at his waist, Major General Lopatin tried to lunge to the ground to dodge the deadly bullet.

However, a string of bullets flew in, sweeping precisely across his right leg.

The sudden sharp pain in his right leg made Major General Lopatin unable to stand unsteadily, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably, and fell firmly to the mud, and in a panic, the TT-33 pistol in his hand did not know where to fly into the woods.

Before Major General Lopatin could get up, four or five figures had already rushed to him in the dense forest behind him.

Several large pairs of hands pressed his hands and feet, and a hard, powerful knee pressed against his waist.

With great force, no matter how much Major General Lopatin struggles, it will not help.

A mass of rags of unknown use was shoved into his mouth, and his arms were cut behind his back, bound by sturdy ropes.

Under the stiff pull of the two big men, Major General Lopatin was dragged behind a bush deep in the woods.

Staring at the enemies beside him in fancy military uniforms and wearing M35 steel helmets, Major General Lopatin's heart was full of indignation and remorse, and he had already figured out the situation on the battlefield.

These cunning Germans actually set a trap for themselves.

It was clear that there were ambushes in the forests on both sides, but only the Germans on the right side of the road opened fire and raided their own convoys.

In the panic, the surviving troops mistook the woods on the left side of the road for safety, and took the initiative to send themselves to the guns of these enemies around them, which was really a foolishness that could not be saved.

Even a novice commander who has just graduated from a military academy knows that in this kind of terrain, it is really careless to use a two-sided attack to ambush.

However, now it was too late, and under the attack of the Germans on both sides, their own troops could not hold out for long.

Sure enough, under the listening of Major General Lopatin, the gunfire in the forest gradually thinned out until it completely disappeared.

Soon, a big kick hit his ass, and an exotic accent said in Russian: "Stand up and follow me." ”

In desperation, Major General Lopatin had no choice but to stand up and, surrounded by several German soldiers, limped towards the road.

Passing by the battlefield, Major General Lopatin saw that some German soldiers were searching the bodies on the ground, especially those of his own adjutant and staff officers.

Under the dejected and sad gaze of Major General Lopatin, an SS soldier plucked a map bag from the corpse of a staff officer and excitedly carried it on his waist.

Seeing this scene, Major General Lopatin was even more remorseful.

Why didn't he lead the military department to transfer earlier, but he had to rush at this point in time.

Passing the corpses, Major General Lopatin followed the German soldiers through a messy road and into the forest on the other side of the road.

After walking about two hundred meters in the forest, Major General Lopatin saw several German servicemen with large-brimmed hats and also fancy military uniforms appear in front of him.

Glancing at the rank of Major General Lopatin, the colonel at the head said: "Mr. Major General, I am Colonel Dietrich of the German Waffen-SS, and it is a pleasure to meet you. Please give me your name and title, you know, in this situation, we need to have a good talk. ”

"I'm Major General Lopatin of the Soviet Army, that's all I know, don't expect any valuable intelligence from me." Maj. Gen. Lopatin endured severe pain in his right leg and struggled to stand up straight and meet Colonel Dietrich's eyes.

Dietrich rolled up his left sleeve, scratched the two coin-sized bumps on his forearm, and said with a sneer to Major General Lopatin: "General Lopatin, you should know that the leader of your country, Mr. Stalin, oh no, you call comrades. Comrade Stalin refused to sign the Geneva Convention on Prisoners of War, I can treat you by any means without being punished by military law, and I hope you will seriously consider my words. ”

"I'm Major General Lopatin of the Soviet Army, that's all I know, what means are there, just come." Major General Lopatin said.

"General Lopatin, I respect your courage, but as a commander, you always have to think about your captured men. You're not afraid of death, but what about them? You can't be too selfish, especially when their lives are in your hands. (To be continued.) )