Chapter 455: street fighting

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A dusty German wearing his shoes stooped and jumped into a pile of rubble. He held his steel helmet in one hand and a g43 rifle in the other. When sliding into the bottom of the pit, it brought a dust.
"Sir! There are some British soldiers in the building opposite. They have machine guns in their hands." The soldier responsible for the reconnaissance saw his company commander and platoon leader in the crater. Near this crater, more than 70 German soldiers were scattered.
The company commander carefully looked at the map near the block, and then looked at the deputy around him: "The enemy troops have set up defensive positions here and here. We will suffer losses if we attack aggressively. Or wait for the 'demolition team' Those rockets can either go round and try to attack once. "
"Wait a minute, the news from the battalion said that in the afternoon, we will have some powerful support weapons." The deputy looked at the map and gestured twice, saying, "This is a ruined block, come hard not worth it."
A rumbling noise came from the corner of the street, and a gray behemoth appeared at one end of the street, followed by another strange tank, but the black and white iron cross on the tank body reassured the German grenadiers. less.
The head is a German No. 3 assault gun. This tank is nothing special, but looking at a dozen records on the barrel, it is known that this assault gun is definitely the leader in the infantry. The strange car body at the back, which was also the No. 3 tank site, made the soldiers strange.
On the body of the No. 3 tank, there is a huge round semi-open turret. The front of this turret is not a cannon, but four small cannons that look majestic. That's right, this is a German 30mm caliber quadruple self-propelled anti-aircraft tank. Usually these special vehicles are the air defense forces belonging to the division, but they have now been transferred to participate in street fighting as the hottest "super weapons" in urban warfare.
"Hey! I said! This is the support the camp said?" A grenadier swallowed his saliva and asked the comrades and the company commander there. But he heard about the power of this thing, which is even more powerful than the "building demolition device" in the hands of those engineers.
"I don't know ..." The company commander of the grenadier shook his head, but there was a smile in his eyes. The support he expected was nothing more than a weapon like a rocket, but what he didn't expect was that such powerful equipment could arrive. It seems that a while offensive will become very simple, and his troops can lose a few more soldiers.
Soon a new round of German attacks kicked off. This time it was the No. 3 self-propelled anti-aircraft gun. The muzzle of the four black holes was aimed at the tall building where the British team was stationed, and then sprayed at a terrible speed. Out of the dazzling tongue.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The shells easily penetrated the original thick concrete building, breaking the furniture into cracked powder, with gravel and broken steel debris, these metals punctured by the torrent The body of the person inside was splashed with blood and broken limbs. In just ten seconds or so, a building guarded by dozens of people in Britain became a broken wall full of bullet holes, except for the desperate moans in which only the occasional gravel fell. sound.
"Boo!" There was a sharp shot. The British defenders finally started to fight back, but compared with the tide-like overwhelming firepower of the German team just now, this shot sounded like a moan.
"Ding!" The bullet hit the artillery shield directly in front of the No. 3 self-propelled anti-aircraft gun, and a Mars was built. However, this bullet is obviously equivalent to the heavy shield on the anti-aircraft gun. The huge turret began to spin up, aiming at the window that had just opened fire.
"Bang! Boom! Boom! Boom!" The four anti-aircraft guns roared again, and the shells directly hit the window. The entire window frame fell onto the street. The original rectangular window opening was densely packed by anti-aircraft guns. The cannonball hit an oval-like shape. The German Grenadiers who watched from behind have no doubt that the people in this room are absolutely dead and can no longer die.
Self-propelled anti-aircraft guns have a sufficiently high elevation angle and relatively comprehensive armor protection. In this street battle, they are almost an artifact. Because they have to deal with targets such as aircraft, the speed of this weapon to adjust the turret angle is very fast, relatively The response time is shorter, so it is faster to deal with threats from all directions.
After a long period of use, the Germans also mastered the method of using this weapon in street fighting. For example, arrange assault guns to accompany operations to deal with possible threats from the opposing tank; for example, let the infantry cover the rear, protect the rear open open turrets where the anti-aircraft guns are more vulnerable. In short, this kind of weapon is very easy to use in street fighting, it is simply the most terrifying weapon in the battle.
With the order, the German Grenadiers began to leap out of the trenches and charged the British position from several directions, but the British defenders who should have appeared did not come back until the Germans stormed the building. Only then came the sparse gunshots from inside.
A dozen minutes later, a German platoon leader holding a cigarette walked out of the building and came to the company commander leaning on the fender of the self-propelled anti-aircraft gun: "It's done, there are 45 British soldiers in it. We left when we went in. 17, stubbornly resisted in several rooms for a while, 2 of us were killed and 4 were injured. "
"When are you going?" The company commander asked the sergeant standing on the anti-aircraft gun body.
The captain smiled slightly, pointed to a street corner not far away, and said in a thick Ruhr accent: "We are instructed to help you take over there, and then return to the headquarters to replenish ammunition and fuel."
The engine of the tank was started, the exhaust pipe shuddered and black smoke was emitted, the German attack continued, and the British began to retreat from the surrounding area. Just half an hour later, the Germans occupied half a block nearby, controlled two bomb shelters, and wiped out about 200 British soldiers.
The company commander of the Grenadier sent the armored vehicles to support them, walked down a British air raid covered with rotting smell, and saw the disgusting sight inside.
It may have been abandoned for a few days, and the inside is full of corpses, although it is only March, but there can already be seen deworming and flocks of flies. Because the ventilation fan was turned off, the temperature was very high, so the corpses here also began to rot and deteriorate.
There are civilians in the corpse, about dozens of people, and children and old people, as well as men and women can be seen from the ragged clothes. Of course, the faces of these corpses have long been unrecognizable, and it is unbelievable that from the scene, many people were killed by grenades. In the middle of this bomb shelter, several grenades exploded, which is over. The life of these corpses in this bomb shelter.
Of course, there are more than a dozen British soldiers' bodies, which were obviously moved back. Soldiers killed by nearby British defenders were used as a huge morgue while still under British control.
From some details, it can be seen that it has been used as a hospital and a command post. Later, it may be abandoned because of a power outage. A few bandages were thrown around the bodies of the two British wounded soldiers who were apparently rescued. Several maps were thrown on the ground, and they looked dusty.
"Notify the engineer battalion to come here and deal with this." The company commander frowned, covering his nose with his hand. "Tell everyone, don't spend the night here, and try to stay away from it after disinfection."
Looking back at a body without a wrist lying not far away, judging from the traces, the British soldier exploded here with a grenade. I don't know what caused him to do the same with these civilians, but obviously many people were not killed, but left this once crowded bomb shelter.
The German grenadier company commander walked out of the air raid shelter and returned to a place where the sun could shine. He turned back and asked his deputy: "Has another air raid shelter been inspected?"
"It's very clean, there are only dozens of panicked British refugees. They handed over their grenades and were very cooperative." The deputy replied while lighting himself a cigarette.
The company commander nodded and suddenly remembered something. He continued to ask, "Is there a captive?"
"Yes! Two wounded soldiers." The deputy replied: "Their people did not take them away when they left. Both were seriously injured. It is estimated that it would be useless to know that they were taken away."
"Well." The commander also lit a cigarette, and then left the empty cigarette box at his feet, said with a bitter smile: "Give them a happy, we have no extra medicine to waste them. Let brother Let's hurry up and eat something. On time at 3 pm, we will try to attack again. "
This is war. When you see dozens of corpses lying in front of you, you do n’t have any other special emotions except nausea. Indifference.
There is no trace of guilt when ordering the execution of wounded soldiers, because that is just a matter of course. The next second may be that the saved drugs can save yourself-of course, can these drugs At the same time save your conscience, then only God can know.
On March 21, street fighting continued in London.