In a foxhole by the bridgehead of the railway bridge, codenamed "Cover", Borol was resting against the pit wall with his rifle. Beside him, Donner and the mechanic were also snoring slightly, oblivious to the cold wind blowing over their heads.

It was a normal time, and in the afternoon they sniped a battalion of Soviet troops who had come to seize the railroad bridge, and after a fierce battle that was not too hard, they managed to repel the rabble that had been put together on a makeshift basis. The attack planes hovering overhead made the Soviets unable to raise any thoughts of attacking at all, so they could only send some small groups of troops to send them to their deaths.

It is clear, however, that the Soviets do not intend to send troops to retake the railway bridge that belongs to them early tomorrow morning. Just when Borol and the others were drowsy, a heavy shell fell not far in front of the bridgehead where the Germans were stationed.

The sound of the explosion and the huge black smoke column of a dozen stories up woke all the drowsy German soldiers, who were lying in their foxholes and trenches, looking not far away, at the location of the huge exploding shell. The second shell also landed not far away, and a huge wave of air mixed with cold wind scraped like a knife on everyone's faces.

The tremors, the trembling vibrations, seemed to come from afar. Like an earthquake, these large-caliber shells tore at the nearby ground and shook the hearts of all German troops. These cannons were 203 mm caliber large-caliber guns, which were already considered super heavy guns in the German army, but apparently in the Soviet army opposite, they were now used as ordinary weapons in the battle for bridgeheads.

"More damage than the American 155 mm howitzer, which is a 203 mm Soviet heavy artillery. Holding his steel helmet with his bare wrists, Donner squinted at the huge column of smoke rising in the distance. He had not seen the Soviet artillery fire with his own eyes, and now he finally knew that the other side was definitely a world-class opponent, at least in terms of artillery power.

Borol also squinted at the blowing shock wave, the sand crackling on the steel helmet, but he didn't seem to be afraid of the exploding large-caliber shells: "I heard that it was this unit that turned around and fled near Marin, and the commander was called Rokossovsky...... General Liszt said it was a difficult opponent. ”

As he spoke, he lifted the binoculars on his chest, and on the side of the roadbed in the distance, Soviet soldiers were climbing over fences and other obstacles in the sun's rays, and some tanks that he had never seen before were driving onto the road, looking much thicker than those tanks that had been fighting.

"Are you sure General Liszt isn't making excuses for his troops' poor fighting?" Donner asked, glancing at Borol beside him, in a joking tone.

"Yes! I'm sure! And I'm very sure, this is definitely a group of difficult opponents!" Borol put down the binoculars in his hand and said a little depressedly: "Go and inform the forward machine gun positions over there, don't open fire lightly! Their artillery preparations are already preparing for the attack before they are over! The infantry artillery has done a very good job of coordination, and it is not a matter of giving it for nothing!"

"Oh my god!" Donner, hearing what his battalion commander said, quickly rolled around, retreated to the traffic trench behind him, and bent over and ran out. The opponent who can make Borol pay so much attention must not be an ordinary character, but the time of less than an hour before the sun goes down is the time that really tests them.

"Damn! I'm really going to pick a time...... It seems that during the battle in the central region, it was not fought in vain. Borol looked up at the sky in the distance, the German planes had already returned because the sky was getting darker, and now the deadliest air strike in the German army had lost its due role.

Rokossovsky was not a half-military commander like Khrushchev, he was a regular military commander with very high combat command qualities. In the central part of the country, because he served as the main offensive force, his troops did not suffer less losses from German air strikes, so they also accumulated the most rich air defense experience.

Therefore, his troops launched a real attack when it was close to dark, intending to completely crush the German troops defending the bridge with a single impact. Although it is risky, it is much better than braving the German planes and fighting for losses without success.

Before Boroldo could think about it, the artillery fire of the Soviet Red Army began to extend the attack, and one shell after another fell on the German positions, blowing up so that everyone could not raise their heads. Shrapnel flew everywhere, and casualties began to appear among some of the hapless soldiers. Boroll leaned his face against the dirt as much as he could, closing his eyes and listening to the chirping of the cannonballs as they flew in.

The German paratroopers were more battle-hardened super-aces than the main Soviet forces preparing to attack on the other side, listening to the sound of shells falling was like lying in bed listening to rock music, and they felt the shaking of the earth as pleasantly as they were enjoying a massage.

These soldiers survived the most brutal battlefields, and each of them had the ability to survive to the end of the battlefield. Instead of being intimidated by the dense artillery fire, they waited quietly, waiting for the moment when the enemy would come to their door and let them slaughter.

At the very front, a tentative machine-gun position suddenly opened fire, and the bullets instantly knocked down the Soviet soldiers who had already approached a distance of hundreds of meters, and the machine-gun position opened fire suddenly, and suddenly stopped firing, as if it had never appeared.

Then the Soviet soldiers began to fiercely return fire in the direction of the position, and some tanks even accelerated up, blocking the firing angle of the machine gun position with their huge bodies. Unfortunately, the German machine gunners had already shifted their positions and had long since returned to another point of fire, quietly waiting for the moment of full-scale fire.

"The protruding machine-gun positions on both flanks, let go of the opponent's tanks and concentrate on the infantry behind those tanks...... Leave the enemy's heavy tanks to the people on our main positions to deal with. "Borol gave the order to fight, and then signaled the anti-tank group to begin taking position.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" When the Soviet tanks were already close to the bridgehead, the machine gun positions on both flanks of the German army finally opened fire, and the two sides exchanged fire in extremely close positions, and the Germans had an absolute advantage in the density of firepower of the pouring ammunition. For a while, the long guns and short guns opened fire together, and the Soviet infantry following the tank was dazed.

This time, the German army was in full firepower, and the German paratroopers who were more advanced in weapons than the general German army group made the Soviets see how many catties and taels their opponents had. One by one, the Soviet soldiers fell screaming, and even the few Soviet tanks that had been let go finally realized that something seemed to be wrong.

"Bang!" An iron-fist rocket flew out of the foxhole in the corner and hit the tail of a rampaging T-34 tank, piercing the rear armor of the T-34 and igniting the engine inside, causing the tank to burst into flames. Soon it exploded and turned into a burning wreck on the battlefield.

The German anti-tank group on the other side was not so lucky, they aimed at the front armor of Stalin's tank and fired a rocket, but it only made the behemoth shake for a moment, and did not even stop. Iron Fist, an individual anti-tank weapon developed before World War II, finally showed its own shortcomings in the face of Stalin's tank.

"Damn! That new tank is really sturdy! It deserves to be the new equipment that the Soviets used to fight our Tiger tanks!" Borol said with a telescope and a little anxious as he saw his troops in the outer positions engaged in fierce battles with their opponents. His troops were suffering casualties, and the battle had been in a desperate situation from the start.

"Shoot back with mortars! Delay as much time as possible! The paratrooper fighting vehicles behind our line of defense can't be easily exposed, they can be delayed for a while, just for a while!" After thinking about it, he asked Donner to withdraw the 1st Company, which had suffered the most losses, and then use the mortars of the battalion to block the opponent's attack.

The other side was obviously unwilling to let Borol easily withdraw his troops, and some Soviet infantry frantically bit the Germans under the cover of tanks, although the losses of the other side were heavier, but also caused a large number of casualties to the German paratroopers. Less than 20 minutes into the battle, 35 soldiers had already fallen in Borrol's troops.

"Bang!" another hidden iron-fisted anti-tank group attacked, and with the lesson learned, they now prioritized the T-34 tanks with their thin armor, and the heavy Stalin tanks were now in a state of complete stocking on the German paratrooper positions.

A machine gun on a Stalin tank opened heavy fire, and two German anti-tank men who were moving backwards shot and fell to the ground. Not far away, a Soviet anti-aircraft gun suddenly opened fire, and the shells rained down on the Stalin tank, because it was the fragile side of the tank, so the dense anti-aircraft shells finally achieved their goal, successfully breaking the tank's tracks, and destroying the carrier wheels and power wheels.

An anti-tank group that had been preparing for a long time finally found an opportunity, and they fired a rocket that accurately hit the paralyzed Stalin tank, causing the tank, which had been raging on the German positions for a long time, to blow up into a pile of scrap metal.

Borol frowned, because this battle had only just begun.