81_81266 "Ula!" With a neat shout, Soviet soldiers in steel helmets braved the hail of bullets and rushed to the German defensive positions opposite. Wren leaned against his captain's hatch and held his binoculars, watching through a grove as the Soviets unleashed a frantic counterattack.

This was already almost the front line of the offensive, and the grenadiers in front of the German armored units had just arrived nearby and hastily set up the defensive line. To the left of Wren's tank, there was also an armored personnel carrier parked that had not turned off, and a little further in front was an armored command vehicle and the motorcycles and horses of the reconnaissance unit leaning on the side.

"Lieutenant Wren, we didn't find any Soviet tanks, they were all infantry, and they were frantically storming our defensive positions. The commander of the grenadier battalion said as he sipped a cigarette in the open space next to the tank, and in front of him was a foldable map table with maps of the neighborhood and slightly blurred aerial photographs.

At a distance of about a dozen meters from the battalion commander, two 80-millimeter mortars were firing desperately, a car next to it was piled up with ammunition with the lid of the wooden package lifted, and several grenadiers were signing the statistics book of the logistics officer to receive the spent grenades and machine-gun ammunition.

"With this kind of infantry attack, the other side doesn't even have a tank? Don't they cover their infantry attack?" Wren put down his binoculars and pointed to the Soviet soldiers who kept attacking and being repulsed in the distance, and asked, "Not even preparing for artillery fire, this is no different from sending them to death." ”

"I agree with that, there is no difference between their attack and their death. The battalion commander of the grenadier smiled, nodded and said, "But they were still preparing for artillery fire at the beginning, and unfortunately 20 minutes ago, 7 Stuka bombarded the village of Tupos as planned, and I never heard their shells whistling again." ”

"It looks like Stuka's bomb was dropped accurately. Wren laughed.

"It seems that the other side does not want to give up, this is like a sharp knife, right on the side of General Guderian's 1st Panzer Division, if this is not taken, they will not dare to penetrate deep into the territory of Belarus. The grenadier battalion commander pointed to the map and said to Wren on the tank: "So here is important." ”

Wren agrees: "Yes, that's why I'm here." ”

"There is a rice field and farmhouse on the flank of the village, which is an important grain-producing area in the Soviet Union. The grenadier battalion commander pointed to the distance and said, "My artillery fire can't cover such a large area, so I suspect that their anti-tank guns and tanks are hiding here." ”

"There are no tanks in the village, but there are a few locations that I can't see, so I can't rule out an ambush inside. Wren nodded. He asked the people of the reconnaissance unit, because of the counterattack of the Soviet troops, they did not enter the interior of the Turposian village, but only reconnoitred on the periphery, so they did not know the situation in the village, and for the German commander, not knowing was a danger.

As he spoke, three more Stuka dive bombers rushed down from the white clouds, and the chilling roar of the air made people shudder. The first Stuka was clearly in cover this time, with two 20mm cannons firing fiercely, spitting blazing tongues of fire.

The shells hit the soft ground and splashed dirt, forming two neat rows of black plumes. And the Soviet Red Army soldiers who were near the pillar of smoke immediately twisted themselves and fell to the ground, without making a sound.

The second stuka, which swooped down, dropped seven or eight small bombs in one go, and these bombs bloomed in the most dense places of the Soviet army, and the screams of the Soviet soldiers could be heard clearly even in Rennes, at the rear of the battlefield.

The third Stuka was not idle, it rushed to a lower position, then knocked another group of Soviet soldiers to the ground with its cannon, followed by the nose of the plane, and returned to the sky again.

The slaughter of these planes was not over, and soon the three Stuka dive bombers began to dive again in a different order, and the terrible, seemingly endless whistling sound was enough to make the Soviet soldiers collapse, so the Soviet Red Army's offensive began to be chaotic, and then the soldiers crowded together and retreated towards the village of Turpos behind them.

The slaughter of Stuka was clearly not going to stop as the enemy retreated, and the planes did not reluctantly return until they ran out of bombs, and the battlefield seemed to have a long-lost tranquility.

"The 9th Air Group is done, it's time for us to play. Wren smiled and said to the grenadier battalion commander on the side: "We will start attacking, you take the opportunity to strengthen the defensive line." If we release smoke to retreat, you guys remember to take cover. ”

The battalion commander was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Wren: "What's the matter?

Wren nodded as he ordered the tank to be launched: "There are too many infantry on the other side, and our troops for this attack are too small, so I plan to retreat immediately when I encounter problems, and at least bring everyone back here." ”

"Don't force it, if it doesn't work, I'll draw a company of troops to reinforce you?" said the grenadier battalion commander after a moment's thought.

"You still told me not to be reluctant, but you are very reluctant on your own side. Wren said with a smile: "As long as the Turkian village is still in the hands of the Soviets, your defensive pressure is no less than the offensive pressure on my side, you better stabilize your defensive line, and I will solve the problem on my side." ”

Wren's tank began to tremble, and the roar of the engine drowned out the grenadier battalion commander's goodbye. Behind the Wren tank, a self-propelled anti-tank gun modified from Tank No. 2 crossed the No. 113 tank, followed by two Leopard tanks from the battalion headquarters, and Wren's tank finally started to keep up with several German armored vehicles in front.

This special detachment was formed improvised, and Wren's company followed the battalion headquarters to assault the Soviet Red Army in front, leaving such a temporary armored detachment to seize the village of Turbos. Because the surrounding Soviet Red Army was about to collapse at the touch of a button, no one expected in advance that the Soviet troops here would be so desperate.

Because the self-propelled anti-tank gun of the No. 2 modification had no turret and only an open fighting compartment, Wren could only order this anti-tank gun and a Leopard tank to attack the front and move directly along the road. Another Leopard tank covered the left flank and guarded the interior of the Tubos village on the other side, while his own Tiger tank followed behind, taking care of the most suspicious wheat fields and farmhouses.

Andre's eyes were glued to the sight, through which he watched every move in the vicinity of the wheat field farmhouse, and Wren used the captain's scope to check the situation over and over again. Soon the Leopard tank in front of him opened fire, not with the main gun, but with a machine gun in front of the hull.

"Lieutenant, Lieutenant, the Soviets are firing at us! There are no tanks in sight, their infantry is firing at me. Inside the headset, the voice of the commander of the Leopard tank came.

It wasn't Marcus's strange tone that made Wren a little uncomfortable, but he immediately gave the order: "Fight back freely!" ”

"Tutu! Tutu!" As soon as his words fell, Andrei pulled the trigger, and the coaxial machine gun immediately sprayed a dense burst of bullets. With the sound of machine guns and vibrations, Andrei's voice also reached Wren's ears: "There are Soviet infantry in the wheat field! There may be anti-tank guns! Be careful!"

"I!" Wren cursed, and then gave the battle order for his tank: "Andrey!

"Boom!" As soon as his words fell, Andrei fired the main gun of the Tiger tank, and the shells flew into the wheat field, bringing up a few wheat stalks.

"Grenade loading!" Wren shouted, and with his shout, Bruce had already pushed a grenade into the chamber of the Tiger cannon.

As the bolt closed, Bruce loudly responded to Wren's order: "Grenade reloaded!"

"Boom!" the Tiger tank shook again, and the grenade, which had not been aimed, shot out, kicking up a large cloud of black smoke in the wheat field not far away.

With this explosion, the wheat field instantly became noisy, and many shells flew out and hit the nearby roadbed and road.

"Oh my God, they have at least one company of tanks! Stand back! Stand back!" Andrei shouted loudly before his eyes left the scope: "Quick! Get off the road!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Leave the road!" Wren commanded loudly, holding the throat intercom. However, his order was still given a little late, and the Weasel self-propelled anti-tank gun that had been converted from the site of Tank 2 was hit by a shell, and iron filings flew everywhere, and some even hit Wren's tank shell, making a series of clanging sounds.

"Hell, all the tanks are firing in the direction of the wheat field, retreat and get off the road! Quick!" Wren frowned involuntarily when he saw the burning weasel self-propelled anti-tank gun, and saw the two gunners inside struggling in the flames.

"Boom!" Andrei fired a third shell with his senses, but still didn't hit any targets. He fired a cannonball, and without even looking, he turned his head and shouted at Wren: "Wren!

"Bowman, back at full speed, get off the road, get out of here first!" Wren ordered loudly, and the remaining three German tanks were in chaos on the road. However, the Tiger tank, painted with the number 113, began to reverse at full speed with his shout, shook twice, and then tilted its head and retreated from the dangerous road