Regarding the shelling of the bridge, the final result made Rokossovsky quite satisfied, at least under the existing artillery conditions, it was possible to complete the combat mission of shelling the bridge. So after a brief meeting, after finalizing a series of action plans, Rokossovsky declared the meeting closed.

He walked back to his office, and saw Wolf, who was already waiting there, crossing his legs without saying a word. Rokossovsky slowly walked back behind his desk, looked at the man with the scarred face, and asked, "If, now let you go and retake the railway bridge...... Are you sure?"

"No!" said Wolff's distinctive, somewhat strange voice, with a hint of disdain, "I warned you, but at that time we didn't know what the Germans were trying to do...... Now it is occupied by the German paratroopers, and by the time I drive the tanks over, it will be almost dawn, and they will delay for a while, and I will have to be forced to retreat...... If I don't, I could die there. ”

After saying this, he stood up and walked to the door casually: "When the time is right, I will be dispatched, I know he is coming, I can feel it." I'll kill him and hang his head in front of the tank as a souvenir for me!"

Wolf is ferocious, even more murderous than Wren. But he is not a fool with a super high force value and a worrying IQ, on the contrary, he is a cunning wolf, a desolate beast who is cunning to the extreme. He doesn't put himself in danger easily, and that's what he learned with Wren at the Wolf Knight School.

So even when he sensed that Wren was coming, he was still very cautious and waited for the opportunity, hiding himself in the dark, and peeking at his prey in the dark. He wanted a dead end that would inevitably kill Rennes, rather than risk challenging Germany's superior forces.

Attack planes and bombers in the sky are likely to appear in time to destroy Soviet tanks to help repel the Soviet attack, and in such a situation it is absolutely thankless to rush to attack, in Wolff's opinion, this is the job that cannon fodder should do, and it has nothing to do with a man like him who is destined to become the strongest man.

Anyway, Wolf just had a vague instinct that Wren might be nearby, and he wasn't a radar, so he could clearly see where Wren was......

In short, the cautious Wolf gave up on the fight, and the reason why he guaranteed that he would always win was because he never took it lightly to engage in the kind of battles that could not be judged. Wolff was more optimistic about Stalingrad than the railway bridge, which was his ideal place for a decisive battle.

......

When the first light appeared in the sky, Borol and Donner felt that their bodies were on the verge of collapse, and they did not close their eyes all night, and the bodies of more than a thousand Soviet soldiers and more than two hundred German paratroopers were lying on the ground.

They fought fiercely all night, repeatedly fighting over the inconspicuous trenches on the position, and the flares almost shone on the land, without stopping for a moment. Near the bridgehead of the bridge, Borrol's troops even got into battle with the bayonets of the Soviet troops who rushed up, and for a trench Borol's battalion lost a company commander and three platoon commanders.

The German 3rd 3rd Battalion arrived nearby to reinforce it, and only then did it barely hold its ground, and in order to keep the Germans attacking along the railway, the Germans were fighting against the clock, and in one day and one night they lost almost 270 men here - almost half of the strength of the 3rd Battalion.

As the battalion commander, Borol lit the cigarette between his fingers and squinted his eyes to feel the warmth of the sun. In any case, he held his ground, which is the glorious tradition of German paratroopers and the insistence of the first generation of veterans of German paratroopers.

Sunshine was so important to the Germans that with Sunshine the Germans' most powerful attack aircraft could be dispatched to weaken the enemy's offensive forces in advance. That kind of tank after tank will not happen again, and their defense pressure will be suddenly reduced.

With sunlight, the German armored forces can be dispatched to support, and the German paratroopers and grenadiers with powerful anti-tank weapons are definitely several times more terrible than not, as long as the German tanks can destroy the enemy tanks in time, then the infantry dares to ensure that their positions are as stable as Mount Tai.

But the first thing that caught the Germans' eyes was the Soviet tanks rushing out one after another in front of the position, on the Soviet position they were directly opposed. Three Stalin tanks with at least 10 T-34 tanks kicked off the first battle of the morning.

For a moment, an atmosphere of despair hung over the heads of the German paratroopers, who felt that these Soviet tanks had now become giant monsters, suffocating as they were. They were exhausted and completely lost the ability to fight to the death with these Soviet tanks that had just entered the battle.

As the minutes ticked by, the Soviet tanks finally approached a fairly close distance, and the German paratroopers held their breath and watched as the monsters approached with their weapons.

"Where's our tank?" said a young German paratrooper lying on his stomach in the trench, holding his G43 rifle, and sighed helplessly in a mournful tone. His voice was not loud, but it made several people around him even more frustrated.

"Boom!" On the bridge, a German Tiger tank suddenly opened fire, breaking the anxious silence of the position, the shell whistling through the air, crashing into its target with its unparalleled speed, leaving a charred hole in the front armor of a Stalin tank that had just been menacing.

The German tank's tungsten alloy armor-piercing shell was absolutely terrifying in terms of armor-piercing ability, and this shell easily pierced the front armor plate of the Stalin tank, mercilessly killing the vulnerable crew inside.

Before the Soviet attacking tank units could find out what was going on, several shells hit one after another, destroying the Soviet tanks closest to the German positions one by one, and the entire battlefield was full of Soviet tanks that had been advancing a few minutes ago exploding, and the black smoke rising up obscured the sky, which looked a little scary.

"It's our tanks! Great! Our tanks have arrived!" On the position, a young soldier of the German army screamed loudly, and the despair and helplessness just now suddenly turned into a grand carnival of killing the enemy.

"It's coming! We're really saved this time!" Borreol dropped the MP-44 assault rifle he had picked up from the corpse at his feet, and sat in the trench as if he was paralyzed, panting heavily, looking at the one-armed Connor on the side and smirking.

On the radio, Wren's voice came, although with some interference, but it sounded as pleasant as music: "I am Captain Wren of the 502nd Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion, and I am leading my troops to reinforce the defense line here, repeat...... I have come with my troops to reinforce the defenses here. ”

"Welcome! If you don't come again, you're going to collect our bodies. Borol grabbed the microphone from the mechanic's hand and said to Wren.

"Counting the corpses is the work of the troops in the back, I just have to deal with the matter in front of me!" Wren's voice came from the earphones, causing Borol to laugh loudly, and with Borrol's laughter, several more Soviet tanks exploded and turned into a beating flame.

The whole battlefield became a one-sided slaughter because of the addition of 3 Tiger tanks, the Soviet Stalin's tank was exposed too early, and was killed by the German tank almost immediately, and the remaining T-34 and KV-1 tanks were not opponents of the Tiger tank at all, and they could only desperately shorten the distance between the two sides with their numbers, so as to be able to threaten the German tank with artillery when they were destroyed.

The German tanks drove off the railway bridge in a hurry, chose their firing positions on the German positions, and they kept firing, destroying the approaching Soviet tanks one after another at a relatively safe distance with the astonishing accuracy of the ace crew, as if playing a shooting game.

"Hey, hey, I'm Vanokov...... Comrade Commander. Bad news! Our offensive failed! German tanks appeared on the battlefield...... Yes, it is no longer possible to recapture the bridge by attacking on the ground...... I can try again......" on the Soviet position, putting down the binoculars in their hands, the commander of the front, having found that another attack was repulsed, began to contact the General Command according to the plan.

Rokossovsky finally sighed helplessly and decided to abandon the troops who could not get away from the front line and blow up this important railway bridge: "Well, try it again, and if it doesn't work, give the order to carry out the plan to blow up the bridge." ”

"Try again?...... "Over there, the commander named Vanokov put down the phone in his hand and gave another doomed order to attack, the Soviet troops continued to attack forward, and the Germans took advantage of the defeat of the Soviet Union just now to recapture many defensive positions, and the competition between the two sides began again.

Wren carefully coped with the attack of the Soviet tanks, he handed over the right to shoot to Andrei, and he frequently observed the surroundings of the battlefield with his periscope, because he felt that Wolf might appear here, so he had to be 120,000 careful.