In the early hours of October 5, ten kilometers southeast of Leningrad, the town of Kolpino. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The soldiers of the 1st Regiment of the 4th Police Panzergrenadier Division of the Waffen-SS were busy in the night that had not yet subsided.

75-mm and 150-mm infantry guns, assault guns No. 3, PAK 40 anti-tank guns, 88-mm anti-aircraft guns were arranged on the banks of the river, large and small muzzles pointed at the buildings on the north bank of the Neva River.

The grenadiers, carrying rubber boats and assault boats, hid behind buildings or in the bushes on the shore, patiently waiting for the battle to begin.

Lieutenant Windenberg, the platoon commander of the first battalion, three companies and one platoon, and seven of his immediate subordinates, three heralds, one medics, and three mortars, hid behind a wooden house near the river.

Heralds and medics sit in rubber boats, boringly counting stars to pass the time, and at the same time to relieve the tension before the battle.

Lieutenant Windenburg squatted in the corner of the hut with a telescope and peered at the movement across the Neva River.

The part of the Kolpino region of the Neva River is 500 meters wide.

Lieutenant Windenburg's gaze, with the help of a telescope, crossed the wide river and fixed on the vague outlines of the four houses on the other side of the river.

According to the reconnaissance conducted in the previous days, after crossing the Neva River, the grenadiers of the 4th Police Division will first face a road along the river.

Almost all of the Soviet-controlled buildings on the other side of the road are located on the north side of the road, and only the four buildings in Lieutenant Windenberg's line of sight are located on the south side of the road, which are the offices of the riverside docks.

Lieutenant Windenburg and his men were tasked with capturing the four buildings and then using the four houses as cover to establish machine-gun positions to support the surrounding troops.

Time advanced rapidly until four o'clock in the morning, and suddenly a group of figures poured out of the river, and without saying a word, they carried rubber boats and assault boats, and strode towards the river.

The dinghy landed on the surface of the river and made a large white splash.

Lieutenant Windenburg jumped into the dinghy one after another and quickly rowed to the opposite shore.

Lieutenant Windenburg lay on the right side of the bow of the ship, looked at the opposite shore, and silently calculated the distance to the opposite shore in his heart.

Fifty meters, one hundred meters, one hundred and fifty meters・・・・・・ when Lieutenant Windenberg's rubber boat had rowed about two hundred meters, a bright fire suddenly burst out from the bank of the river at two o'clock in front of him, and the sound of machine gun fire was heard.

"We were discovered by the Russians."

Lieutenant Windenburg clenched his assault rifle in his hand.

The battle was kicked off by the flash of fire, large and small, shining in the windows of the building, and flares rising into the sky, swaying over the river, exposing the Germans to the light.

The dull sound of artillery fire followed, and the shells whistled down from the sky and fell into the Neva River, setting off countless white columns of water of various sizes.

Two mortar shells landed one after another near Lieutenant Windenburg's rubber boat, splashing down like raindrops from the river, wetting Lieutenant Windenburg's military uniform.

Shaking his head and shaking off the droplets of water flowing on his head, Windenberg suddenly shouted, "Stop, stop immediately." ”

At Lieutenant Windenburg's shouts, the rubber boat slowed down, and Lieutenant Windenburg grabbed the muzzle of the assault rifle, turned the barrel of the rifle, and extended the butt towards the river.

"Grab the butt."

A rubber boat was overturned by a cannonball, and the grenadiers, who had drifted down the river, hurriedly reached out and grabbed the butt of the rifle, and were dragged to the rubber boat by Lieutenant Windenburg, and then to the rubber boat.

Lieutenant Windenburg patted the strump-clad soldier who was lying on a rubber boat like a chicken in soup, turned his head to look at the river around him, and saw two more grenadiers drifting down the river, but they were too far away to do anything but watch them go with the waves.

Hopefully, they would be able to bump into other comrades, and Lieutenant Windenburg silently sent his blessing to the two soldiers.

After a small episode, the dinghy continued to charge, and soon encountered a second episode.

On the other side of the Neva River, their target, the second floor of a building on the far right of the riverside dock office, was shining in the window facing the river, and a machine gun was firing at the river.

The fire was intermittent and lasted for nearly a minute.

Are the gunners in the back blind? Lieutenant Windenberg cursed in his heart.

Lieutenant Windenberg raised his STG42 assault rifle and fired two bursts into that window, and tracer bullets streaked across the night sky and struck at that window, pointing the target for the direct-aim gun behind him.

An 88-mm high-explosive shell flew into that window with precision, the flames of the explosion flashed, and the machine gun in that window fell silent.

After two episodes, Lieutenant Windenburg's rubber boat crossed the river and washed up onto the ground on the north bank.

Lieutenant Windenberg and his subordinates all rolled over and jumped out of the rubber boat, using the rubber boat as a cover, and looked at the dock office on the west side of the rubber boat.

Two heralds were sent by Lieutenant Windenburg and soon returned to Lieutenant Windenberg with two grenadier squads.

The soldiers of the two squads, on the orders of Lieutenant Windenburg, brought the rubber boats they were in, and the three rubber boats were arranged in a line to serve as cover, and the two MG42 machine guns were mounted on them, and the mortar crew also set up 50-mm mortars behind the rubber boats.

The 7.92 mm bullet flew towards the building in the distance, and sparks flew around the window of the building, and the Soviet troops in the window were suppressed and could not raise their heads.

The two combat groups took the opportunity to jump over the rubber boat and rush towards the two-story building more than 100 meters away.

The distance of more than a hundred meters quickly disappeared at the feet of the grenadiers, and the distance of engagement quickly closed to the distance of the grenades.

Two grenades flew out of the second-floor window in a trail of white smoke and landed in front of the grenadiers.

One grenadier reacted quickly, picked up the grenade under his feet and threw it into the window on the first floor, while the other grenade was kicked into the river.

The other grenadiers hid in the corner, pulled the grenade and waited for the fuse to burn for two seconds before raising their hands to throw it.

The grenade flew into the window of the building in a graceful arc, causing a scream in the room.

Two grenadiers reached into the window with semi-automatic rifles in one hand, fired a blind shot into the room, climbed into the window, seized control of the room, and brought the engagement closer to the butt of the gun and the sapper's shovel.

Seeing the two battle groups enter the building, Lieutenant Windenburg also rushed to the building with the herald.

Leaning against the wall on the first floor, Lieutenant Windenberg turned his assault rifle behind his back, pulled out the P38 pistol at his waist, and nodded to the two heralds beside him.

Two heralds stretched out their hands, Lieutenant Windenburg stepped on them, and was subsequently raised to the second-floor window.

Lieutenant Windenberg peered into the window, but saw nothing but darkness, and a faint moan came from the window.

This room was cleaned by M24 grenades, and Lieutenant Windenberg rummaged into the room, ignoring the moaning Soviet wounded on the ground, and rushed to the door of the room.

Soon, another soldier also climbed into the room through the window.

At the entrance of the staircase, two Soviet infantrymen leaned against the wall, relying on grenades and Bobosha submachine guns to block the Germans downstairs, but they didn't notice that a man suddenly rushed out behind them.

Holding a P38 pistol in his left hand and a sapper shovel in his right hand, Lieutenant Windenburg quietly appeared behind a Soviet soldier and picked up the sapper shovel and slashed at the Soviet soldier's neck.

With a long scream, the Soviet soldier fell to the ground, and another Soviet soldier turned back in horror, only to be pushed to the chest with the muzzle of a gun.

"Bang bang bang", Lieutenant Windenburg fired three shots in succession, and the Soviet soldier fell to the ground in response, lying on the floor convulsing.

"Fritz, are you down there?" Lieutenant Windenberg shouted into the staircase.

"It's me, Mr. Lieutenant." A voice came.

"Don't fire, I'm coming down." Lieutenant Windenburg shouted.

Occupying the first building of the dock office, Lieutenant Windenberg led his men to continue the assault on the second building next to it.

On the west side of the dock office, another group of figures was also rushing towards the dock building, it was the other two shifts of the Windenberg platoon.

After a thrilling grenade battle, soldiers from the Windenburg platoon stormed the two remaining buildings・・・・・・

Half an hour later, in the attic window on the north side of the building in the middle, Lieutenant Windenberg took a telescope, hurriedly glanced at the building complex outside the window, and then shouted: "Let the machine gun crew come over." ”

Under the command of Lieutenant Windenburg, four machine gun groups under the four infantry squads, each with machine guns in each of the four buildings, condescendingly fired at the Soviet troops outside, covering the surrounding comrades to launch an attack on the depth of the Soviet defense line.