What is the most popular thing about the pilot's outfit? Needless to say, the parachute - such a large piece of white silk can change a lot of things, which is why the pilot will take it back to the station after a parachute jump if the conditions allow: it is precious both individually and collectively. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as he was sterilized and bandaged, Lukashevich put on a magazine bag and took an assault rifle to synchronize the troop brothers into the starting position. The battalion was going to attack the whole line, and the lieutenant could not have stayed alone to watch the excitement, which was not just the work of a Red Army soldier with a little skin wound, although he was a pilot.

However, Captain Yurasov did not need the still somewhat lame pilot comrades to rush to the front line, so he left Lukashevich on his side and attacked in the back half of the battalion's skirmish.

The shallow trenches, apparently improvised bunkers - shells were still whizzing overhead, and Lukashevich could clearly see the violent explosions hundreds of meters away.

A communications soldier ran over with his waist bowed: "Comrade Captain, a tank company will cooperate with you in launching an attack, just behind, with tanks as the lead." ”

"Okay, got it!"

Looking behind, 20 or so T34s in white paint were rumbling by, and in the distance, more T34s were about to cross the mountain infantry positions.

"Attention the whole battalion, get on the bayonet!"

As the officers' orders were delivered, the soldiers pulled out short dagger-shaped bayonets from their waists and went up to the bayonets under the muzzle - bayonets, for the veterans such a new bayonet was not as good as the original old rifle stabbing because it was short. But this "bayonet" command is not a command for white-knuckle combat, but a morale-boosting move to increase self-confidence: a bayonet and a rifle without a bayonet have a completely different psychological impact on oneself on the enemy! (This is not only the experience of the battlefield, but also the personal experience of the blood bat: a few years ago, when I was on a business trip to Zhoushan, I met the armed police at the hotel to arrest the fugitive, but the dazed duty manager got the room number wrong - the fugitive lived in 103, and said that it was 203, and unfortunately, 203 was the room of the blood bat.) As a result, for the first time in this life, I enjoyed the taste of being pointed at the chest by two 81 bars with bayonets, and I was covered in hair! Of course, the fugitive was also arrested in the end, and the comrade who led the team apologized, and the blood bat was nothing except for being frightened by an accident, but fortunately, the fugitive looked very different from me, and was a bearded middle-aged man, otherwise I would have been miserable that day. ）

The tanks increased their horsepower to pass through their own lines, and the infantry, who were on standby in bunkers, trenches, and snow, followed the tanks, using heavy armored fighting vehicles as cover, and attacked again.

A foot of snow is no longer white, and it can't stop the high-speed rolling of the T34 tracks. The PAK36 anti-tank guns of the Spaniards began to fire at a distance of 800 meters, but the only effect of the small 37-mm armor-piercing projectile on the front armor and turret of the T34 was to make a "bang" sound, which had no effect except for leaving shallow bullet marks!

Second Lieutenant Doronin's tank No. 3 rushed to the front - as soon as an anti-tank gun position was found, the gun commander would immediately solve it with high-explosive shells! As the distance approached, the front machine gun played an even greater role than the main gun under the control of the operator!

The soldiers followed closely, only a small number of recruits firing intermittently, and the others followed the tanks without firing a shot, beware of the cold whistling shells.

Approaching the cover of the Spaniards, the role of the infantry came into play: scattering, brutal hand-to-hand shooting, trench by section, bunker by bunker fight!

The "Andrea cocktail" prepared by the Spaniards basically did not play much role, because the Red Army infantry followed the tanks and did not give them a chance to use the ****** at all! The infantry was coordinated, but the Red Army's fire was so fierce that the Spaniards' machine guns could not effectively stop the Red infantry.

When the tanks stormed the streets of the city, the end of the Spaniards was really at the end of the city - the Red Army infantry scattered like a tidal wave, fighting for the sweep from building to room to building in squads. In the streets, tanks, under the cover of infantry, used tank guns to eliminate one by one the firing points and bunkers constructed by the Spaniards.

Lukashevich rushed into the city from the south of the city with Captain Yurasov on his legs, and the advance was already a hundred meters away, clearing a machine-gun position on the left flank behind two tanks.

On either side were completely destroyed Spanish bunkers, littered with corpses and fragments of human bodies, frozen stumps as hard as stones, and fragments of corpses that had just been shattered by shells. Lukashevic was half-squatting on the ground, and there was a broken leg of a person less than two meters beside him, and he could even see that the muscles in the broken leg were still jumping and jumping!

It was the first time he had seen a human fragment so closely, and he couldn't say what it tasted like, and he didn't have time to savor the strange sensation - the smell of gunsmoke mixed with blood in the air, and even a hint of roasted meat: the place where he threw the solidified ****** was not far from here.

Brutal street fighting, the Spaniards didn't seem to think of surrendering, and the Falangists almost all had the determination to fight to the end! In order to reduce casualties, the Red Army artillery in the rear dragged up all the 76.2 mm ZIS-3 cannons, and whenever there was a threat, they used tank guns and cannons to bombard a few shots before the infantry cleared!

At 12 noon, only a small part of the northern part of Shatsk remained unconquered, and Captain Yurasov's troops were at the front. These are several four-story buildings of reinforced concrete structure connected together, and behind every window and door there may be a deadly threat.

The lieutenant was not in a hurry, not in a hurry to flank the infantry - two machine guns would have blocked the street in front of him, and he did not want the lads to die needlessly.

Shatsk was already completely surrounded, and Yurasov was in no hurry at this time, he was waiting for the cannons - the Spaniards had built barricades with broken military vehicles, and the infantry were going around, but the cannons were blocked behind, which would be pushing away those annoying obstacles with tanks.

"Lieutenant, you haven't fought a ground attack, have you?" Yurasov and the pilot hid behind a brick wall on a street corner, and he had the leisure to joke with Lukashevich.

"It's okay, but next time I'll choose to them in the sky!"

"By the way, haven't you asked how many fascist planes have been killed?"

"Nine."

Now the captain was impressed by this brave and crazy pilot, "Nothing remarkable, didn't you see my long plane?" It was the landline of our division commander, General Sergei, and our division commander's personal record of shooting down more than 130 planes! ”

There was no time to express surprise, because the sharp-eyed soldiers saw a situation that was hard to believe: the Spaniards had raised the white flag!

A white flag, apparently made of bed sheets, appeared on the second floor of the building in front of it, "Where's my microphone?" Find me one! ”

There was no tin microphone, and one was temporarily rolled up with wallpaper torn from the side room.

"I'm Red Army Captain Yurasov, you guys lay down your weapons, come out with your hands up, we don't shoot!"

shouted twice, but there was no movement, "Captain, probably they don't understand Russian." ”

No one would think that it would be absolutely safe to put up a white flag, and it would be a suicide to run into the street stupidly!

There was a platoon commander who could speak a few words of German and shouted for a while "Come out and surrender, we will treat the prisoners preferentially", and then I saw two Spanish officers walking out with a small white flag.

The Spaniards shouted for a long time, "Battalion commander, they want to negotiate." The translator said.

"There's no need to talk, tell them to surrender unconditionally, we don't have time to talk nonsense with them! If you don't surrender, we'll bombard them with artillery and give them 5 minutes! ”

Seeing that the artillery comrades behind him had already pushed two cannons up, Captain Yurasov didn't have time to talk nonsense about the Spaniards.

Soon the lieutenant got a reply: "They hoped that we would be able to treat their wounded, and they surrendered." ”

The Spaniards lined up and walked out of bunkers, white flags at the head, and weapons on the ground as soon as they left the building. The Red Army soldiers, at the signal of the commander, stepped forward to check the situation.

A large number of soldiers entered the building, and there were no living Spaniards inside, except for a few corpses.

Yurasov and Lukashevich stepped forward and said, "It's a general." Lukashevich said to the captain.

"I, the commander of the 250th Spanish Division of Infantry, Lieutenant General Munoz Golandas, led my troops to surrender unconditionally to Your Excellency." The Spanish general, after saluting Captain Yurasov, the highest-ranking military officer here, spoke in German and handed over the pistol in the holster at his waist.

Yurasov took his matching gun: "I, the commander of the 1st Battalion of the 5th Motorized Regiment of the Red Banner of the Soviet Workers' and Peasants' Red Army, Captain Yurasov, accept the unconditional surrender of your unit. ”

The ritual of surrender could not have been simpler, the Spaniards were watched over the streets, and the officers and soldiers were separated—the high-ranking captives had a colonel who could walk, and a Spanish colonel who would lie on a stretcher and his life unknown.

In total, about 200 people surrendered, and many Spaniards faltered, apparently with inconvenient legs and feet, but looked unharmed. Lukashevich looked at the Spaniards lined up in several rows and said to several Red Army officers beside him: "Look at their boots, the workmanship is very good." ”

Comrade pilot, this is a satire of the fascists: if you want to walk smoothly in the Soviet winter, you have to wear thick boots in felt: the beautiful boots of the Spaniards will only make the wearer frostbite his feet.

The lieutenant, who had finished reporting to his superiors, ran over and said to Lukashevich: "To immediately escort the prisoners of military rank and above to Minsk, let you take a ride back to the airport." ”

"Okay, thanks."

The escort team had already arrived, and the two of them clasped hands tightly.

"Don't forget that parachute, you can make a lot of beautiful shirts!" Lukashevich, who jumped into the car, waved his assault rifle and said goodbye to his infantry brethren: he himself apparently did not have time to run back to the starting position to get the parachute.

(Monthly pass, monthly pass, my favorite!) Hehe. (To be continued.) )