What it was like to be a person shouting "Surrender or die!" in front of a crowd of people, Edward had actually experienced it many times. It wasn't the first time he'd done something so crazy, and apparently he'd been very lucky to succeed before.

This time he was still very lucky, and the god of luck seemed to be watching over him all along—when he bared his head, pointed loudly in the direction of the armored car's turret, and shouted the words "Surrender or die!" A bullet struck him right in the head, estimated only a few millimeters away from his hat, and struck the hatch behind him with a gust of wind.

"Ding!" and the bullet hit the hatch and flew out. Edward didn't seem to care about the bullet that nearly killed him, just stared coldly at the Soviet soldiers who were also looking at him.

Everyone just looked at each other, as if they had forgotten that this was a battlefield where they should kill each other, and time passed little by little, but no one tried to break the equilibrium, and if they could, these desperate Soviet soldiers would prefer time to stand still. It is very regrettable that this is a battlefield after all, a place dominated by blood.

Suddenly, 4 Stuka 2 dive bombers of the Luftwaffe were loaded with bombs under their wings and flew over his armored car with a loud roar of engines turning propellers. At this moment, Edward was like a giant, looking down on the enemies who had succumbed to him.

There were also Soviet soldiers trying to cross the river on the bridge, and the Stuka 2 attack planes did not seem to intend to spare any more targets, and one of the planes aimed its nose at the pontoon bridge and began its own journey of washing the floor along the pontoon. Two 20 mm cannons on the wing fired wildly at a fixed distance, and tracer shells rushed into the river next to the pontoon, splashing a dense column of water.

Apparently the German plane did not want to waste its limited ammunition in the water, the plane flew by and adjusted its ballistics, and soon the cannon shells swept from the river to the pontoon, and the real bloody scene began to unfold.

The 20 mm shells hit the pontoon, sending countless pieces of broken wood from the wooden deck, which flew everywhere and killed the Soviet soldiers standing around, and some of the shells hit the steel fixed parts that fixed the pontoon, making a clanging crunch and splashing a dazzling spark, and this scene began to move rapidly forward from one end of the pontoon bridge to the other side.

There were bullets flying everywhere, there were terrible deaths everywhere, the pontoon bridge was full of corpses of Soviet soldiers, and some Soviet soldiers who did not want to die on the pontoon bridge jumped into the still cold river, and were instantly submerged by the river because of their clothes and ammunition.

Most of the Soviet soldiers could not swim, and their only thought of jumping into the river was not to be sieveed by bullets fired from German planes, but they then sank to the dark bottom of the river, drifting downstream with the current. Before the screams and cries for help had passed, the second Stuka 2 attack aircraft swooped down again, allowing the scene to continue on the pontoon.

It was a massacre, a bloody massacre of an almost unarmed group of people using the most effective weapons. As the third German attack plane began to strafe the bridge deck, the people's wails and begs for mercy were already very weak, and all that remained on the bridge deck was a trickle of blood, except for the corpses.

As the 4th plane dropped the huge bomb under the fuselage, it smashed right on the bridge deck of the pontoon, and then exploded, rolling up countless corpses and a whole dozen sections of the pontoon, lifting the river and the pontoon bridge to a height of dozens of meters and tearing it apart. The retreat of the Soviets has been completely cut off.

The broken pontoon bridge was immediately pulled downstream by the freshly thawed river water, and several wounded Soviet soldiers on it looked at everything in front of them and screamed in panic, and the fallen planks were scattered in the river, like a small boat, floating and sinking along the undulating river.

The German attack planes that attacked the pontoon bridge first did not leave immediately, and in order to destroy a pontoon bridge, it was not necessary for so many attack planes to be dispatched at the same time, and these German planes that had strafed the pontoon bridge made a smart circle in the sky, and then aimed their noses at the Soviet troops on the river bank.

There is no mercy, and there is not the slightest slackness. These planes are arguably the most effective weapons of killing, especially when dealing with a crowd of people, and their attack efficiency can definitely be described as amazing. As the bombs on the wings were dropped one after another, the gathered Soviet soldiers were immediately lifted high into the sky.

Stumps and broken arms were splashed everywhere, some soldiers were even wounded by the fingers of their comrades, and the Soviet soldiers, who had just imagined that they could escape from the ascension, were now desperate for their situation. They are not battle-hardened veterans, they are just newcomers who have just been drafted together to fight for the motherland.

They were gathered together by the conscripted officers, shouted slogans casually, and were assigned to the assembly of recruits, where they trained for only a week before going to the front, where they saw the weapon they were going to use, the Mosin Nagant rifle that everyone now carried.

Then these soldiers were asked to stand in place to stop the German advance, but the Soviet veterans in front of them were annihilated by the Germans one by one, and how long could they, the new soldiers, stop the Germans? Before the nervous people could see their enemy, a new order came - all retreat to the east bank of the Don River to participate in the defense of the new defensive line.

So they began a vague retreat, not knowing why they were fighting, not knowing why they were retreating, not knowing where they were, not knowing when the enemy would come, and not knowing how murderous the enemy was.

Now they knew that even veterans who had fought countless battles would have the same despair born in the depths of their hearts when faced with such a terrible German enemy. What kind of faith do we need to have in order to face this kind of battle calmly?

So, at this moment, someone remembered that in front of him, there was still a chance to live, and this opportunity was right in front of his eyes, the German sergeant who was on the turret of an armored car, looking at them coldly. The words he had just shouted were still ringing in his ears, as if they were a pleasant fairy sound: "Surrender or die." ”

A Soviet soldier facing the German armored vehicle dropped his weapon and threw the Mosin Nagant rifle into the dirt under his feet, and the sound of a loud noise woke up the surrounding Soviet soldiers who were still in a daze.

"We surrender! We surrender!" as if the rifles in their hands were burning, burning their palms, they dropped their weapons, and the sound of surrender came and went, as fluent and skillful as the shouts of Ulla during the charge. Heroes who are willing to fight to the last moment for the motherland, like those who are willing to take refuge in the enemy and harm their own nation, are all a minority, and more people are just living in chaos, even if they are humble and humiliated, they still live helplessly.

On the road, a German motorcycle followed into the battlefield, and the two people who had been waiting for Sergeant Edward's armored car for a long time, but found nothing, finally decided to go to the battlefield to have a look. They could see more clearly in the distance, hundreds of Soviet soldiers were throwing away their weapons and raising their hands at a German armored vehicle on the banks of the exploding river.

"Flags! Spread them out! Let the Air Force see them!" Edward ordered his men at his feet, "Hurry up! I want to take more prisoners!" He jumped out of his armored car and smiled as more and more Soviet soldiers raised their arms, dense like branches in the woods.

A huge German flag was unfurled in the wind, and the Soviets were busy helping the German enemies spread out the swastika flag, and countless Soviet prisoners wanted to get into the German flag, but more people could not squeeze in, so they had to gather around the German flag. Sadly, on the soil of the USSR, the flag of the USSR has been unable to protect its own people, on the contrary, people who want to stay alive are trying to get close to the flag of the enemy.

The German planes really stopped attacking, the four German attack planes circled over the heads of the crowd like the Grim Reaper, the pontoon bridge had been destroyed, the river had returned to tranquility, the resistance of the Soviets had stopped, the gunfire was sparse and gradually dispersed, and the whole scene was much quieter than when the Soviets crossed the river just now.

Soon German tanks appeared on the road, and then a group of grenadiers who rushed to consolidate their positions, looking at the thousands of prisoners, came over and smiled and shook hands with Sergeant Edward, who was smoking. Compared with the previous battles, this combat operation to advance into the Don River seemed much simpler.

The Germans began to deploy temporary defensive positions along the Don River, and the Soviet troops on the other side did not seem to have the intention of shelling and making trouble, after all, not everyone had the courage to expose themselves by shelling dozens of Stuka 2 attack planes covered by the Germans.

In the headquarters of Army Group G, a staff officer took a report from the electromechanical officer next to the radio, then walked to Guderian's side, handed the report to his superior, and reported: "General! The news has just come from the front that the forward reconnaissance unit of the 1st Panzer Division of the 1st Panzer Army has arrived on the west bank of the Don River!"