"General, the Mamayev Heights have been completely occupied, and the headquarters of the 27th Division is now impossible to get in touch with." At this time, on a high ground in the central west of Stalingrad, a young major looked straight ahead, his eyes full of fear.

"A bunch of rubbish! Why can't you keep it for even a day?? General Paulus was ready to withdraw the forces of the two divisions of the Central Region to support them. Just hold on for even another 8 hours!! ”

A middle-aged general looked ahead with great anger.

Originally, his division captured the most important heights in the whole of Stalingrad, which made him very excited. It is strategically important to know that it overlooks the whole city and the Volga River.

Before he could ask for credit, he fell.

The huge contrast from heaven to hell made him, a general known for his courage and composure, unable to calm down.

I came to the front line for the first time, and I knew that it was actually very dangerous here.

One of his elite divisions was wiped out in order to defend it, and the pain in his heart was known only to him.

"General, according to reports from the front, the 13th Soviet Guards Division crossed the Volga River the night before and frantically attacked upwards with the surrounding enemy troops.

We had almost burned down below, but they kept charging forward.

The 27th Division would not have been completely annihilated, and the surrounding defenders were unwilling to give up the repeated struggle for high ground with the Soviet army.

Their casualties are far greater than ours, but..."

"I don't want to hear that, I just want results!" The middle-aged general gritted his teeth and looked at his staff officer.

He was in a terrible mood at this time, and he didn't know how to report to General Paulus.

"Can we recapture it now by mobilizing all our forces for a counteroffensive??" He looked at the shattered city in front of him with his hands on his hips, and sighed softly.

He already knew the outcome, but he still wanted to hear what the staff might have to say.

"I'm afraid it's hard for us to regain it alone. Most of our troops have been transferred to Central Station, and it will be difficult to withdraw for a while.

Now only your Guards can attack directly. These forces are certainly not enough.

You'll still have to ask General Paulus for more troops. ”

"If I can get there, do I still need to talk nonsense with you here?? Now our main direction is to occupy the city center as soon as possible. General Paulus would not have agreed to support him had he not heard that I had taken the high ground, knowing that there were nails all around him. ”

The middle-aged general let out a long sigh, in fact, he was also earnest in his own meritorious service, and he was too presumptuous. Let the 27th Division penetrate and storm the Mamayev Heights without coordination and protection.

Originally, he thought that at least he could hold on for a day...

This city is really the entrance to hell, and a general like him who is brave and good at fighting and dares to fight tough battles is a little unbearable.

It seems that it can only be eaten away little by little.

But is it really good to fight like this?

The Empire's armies have always been known for their swiftness and bravery, and the city resembles a giant cage. If the sharp minions are slowly worn away, the lion king will also be worn into residues...

He looked ahead with some concern, but he believed that the Führer would not make mistakes, and that perhaps there was a bigger strategy that he just didn't understand.

Just then, distant artillery fire caught his attention.

I took out my binoculars and looked at it.

In the distance, fierce street fighting was going on in the ruins, and several Soviet-made T-34 tanks were working together with the infantry to attack their own soldiers.

At first glance, the scene was one-sided, and his own troops had long been routed, just some stragglers. Defeating this mixed armored team is an impossible task.

"General be careful, let's go back to the headquarters for the time being, it's dangerous here." The staff officer of the major couldn't help but say.

"Nonsense! If you can't even protect me, what use do I want you?? Now he was already angry, and he was even more angry when he saw his defeated troops being beaten.

The staff officer of the major frowned, waved his hand at his subordinates, and signaled the troops to expand the search area around them. Although this is an occupied area and an elite regiment is heavily guarded, it is better to be careful.

"What troop are they??" The general pointed angrily in one direction.

The staff officer hurriedly took out his binoculars and examined them carefully.

Said softly: "These should be the remnants of the 27th Division's defenders, should we support them??" ”

"Support?? Do you think it's too late? The general snorted softly. It seems that these people have been defeated by the enemy, and they only know how to escape.

Come to think of it, if they were strong enough, they would have sacrificed their lives for the country in defense. The people who run out are a bunch of waste.

"General, there are still some of our troops over there. They've been on the offensive, just not in large numbers. Their attacks are effective, and the enemy is constantly dwindling. ”

The staff officer looked at it for a moment and continued.

The general didn't want to look any further, so he pursed his lips slightly and picked up the telescope again.

Sure enough, he noticed that there was a small group in the rear slowly approaching the front.

They were scattered among the ruins around them, and they seemed to have a tacit understanding.

There are those who attract firepower, there are those who shoot in ambushes, and there are those who quietly advance.

Although there are few people, at first glance it looks like a battle-hardened veteran.

What is even more rare is that the tanks do not seem to intimidate them. Constantly shrinking the offensive circle, is this an intention to encircle and annihilate the enemy??

Just rely on a few guns in your hand??

Their attack intrigued the general to see what the men were going to do.

"Awesome, these soldiers."

Soon the staff officer unconsciously sighed.

Although there are few of these soldiers, their marksmanship is above the standard.

Often, after a round of shooting, the enemy will fall at least five or six.

You must know that the enemy army is only about 100 troops of less than a company, and in just a few minutes, most of them have been defeated.

Soon they finally found the real enemy and began to frantically search for the enemy forces behind the rubble and broken walls.

But because they have become alone, they lack support and cover, and their positions are too exposed, so they can only be beaten.

The very scattered attack points made their tanks not know where to hit, and the turret had already turned around and ran, and it was too complicated to try to run over the surrounding terrain.

The stiff step tan cooperation soon exposed the shortcomings.

What made them even more uncomfortable was the incomparable accuracy of the gun on the other side.

If you want to hide behind a tank and advance, you will still eat bullets.

It can be hit even in the gaps.

Seeing his companions fall one after another, he has fallen into complete chaos.

The most terrible thing was that the Germans, who had been scattered and hiding, saw this situation and knew that there was a team supporting them, and their morale was restored. Consciously turn around and start to cooperate with the attack.

For a while, the tide of the battle was reversed.

The general was also a little fascinated at this time, especially when he locked on a soldier and was deeply attracted to him.

His marksmanship was so sharp that someone fell before he fired. It's all hard targets.

Quick to act, strong-willed, and clear-headed. Gesture to nearby companions while moving.

Seeing the enemy fall one by one, he was the first to charge at the tank very bravely.

Thanks to the help of his nearby comrades, he attracted the attention of the tanks in front of him, and he quickly rushed up from the flank, killing the enemy hiding nearby with a single sword. He took out an incendiary flask and smashed it into the engine compartment of the tank. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to have succeeded, and it was quickly targeted by another tank, quickly relying on the difficult terrain to dodge bullets and shells. Everyone sweated for him.

Everyone was infected by his brave actions, desperately trying to attract the attention of the tank for him, and even a few comrades were directly blown to pieces.

Seeing the sacrifice of his comrades-in-arms, Xia Ming gritted his teeth and launched another charge from another direction. With one experience, he completely locked the engine compartment of a tank. The engine compartment of the T-34 tank was actually not very exposed, and a large part of it was covered by armor. The most important thing is that the tank is constantly moving, and he has to constantly adjust his position. Also keep an eye on the position of the turrets and machine guns of other tanks.

In order to ignite a tank with an incendiary flask, it must be ignited and shattered in the engine compartment, relying on the fluidity of the burning liquid flowing into the heat dissipation window to actually ignite it. The heat vent of the T-34 tank is under the armor, and it must not only be thrown with sufficient force, but also very accurately, otherwise it will be difficult for the burning liquid to flow in.

He actually regrets it now, the Molotov cocktail burning tank, the kind of post he used to read on the Internet is really unreliable. But seeing the opportunity that his comrades-in-arms had exchanged for the hatred he had so desperately attracted, he couldn't give up halfway.

"MD, Lao Tzu fights!!"

Xia Ming accelerated to the back of a tank's butt, then slid the shovel, lit the Molotov cocktail with his hand, and threw it through the engine hatch below.

He felt like time had stopped, and his heart kept shouting and praying to set the damn tank on fire. I watched the Molotov cocktail turn in a circle and quickly crash into the engine compartment of the tank in front of me, and a fire broke out below.

This time he finally succeeded, and soon black smoke began to rise from behind the butt of the tank, and in a short time it was completely ignited.

He himself had already crawled behind the nearest cover by this time, and let out a long breath.

Xia Ming's success completely boosted morale, and all the German soldiers began to fight guerrilla attacks around the remaining tanks with tacit understanding.

Having lost the coordination of the infantry, the tank is like a disabled person without eyes and ears. These tankmen, who did not have much experience, did not know at all how to deal with the situation.

The field of vision is narrow, and he only knows that he has no brain to open forward. The terrain is complicated, and there is no way to go at full speed. The turret spun around and the machine gunner fired indiscriminately. It was soon ignited by Xia Ming one after another.

Tankmen in high temperature environments naturally can't stand it, and climbing out is also a dry life.

The battle finally came to an end as the engine of the fourth tank stopped.

"Yay!!" Mueller walked to the side of the tank, raised his arms and shouted, hugging Xia Ming, who was covered in injuries.

At this time, the excitement cannot be expressed.

He felt that they were Spartan warriors, and with perfect coordination, they blocked the enemy's ferocious attack and completed an impossible mission.

This is all because Xia Ming's words drove away the haze in his heart.

"When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins."

As long as you overcome the fear in your heart, the tank is not so powerful.

"Yay!!" Joseph clasped his fists in both hands and shouted at the same time, and the bruises on his head burst out, and he was also quite excited.

This battle was very enjoyable, and having a comrade-in-arms like Xia Ming made him extremely proud.

The remnants of the army from all directions walked towards them with adoring eyes, and some even burst into tears. They weren't deserters, they just couldn't resist it.

They come from different teams, no one to command, and they are scattered. And most importantly, the courage to defeat them has been lost.

But to see that none of these people have a platoon still fighting hard makes them ashamed of themselves.

The fighting spirit of these people not only saved their lives, but also allowed them to regain their dignity as warriors.