Chapter 210 The Last Trembling Red Flower

In the Soviet-German battlefield in 1941, the example of the division commander and the divisional political commissar personally leading the charge was not the first, but it was definitely not everywhere and was rare.

In previous battles, the Soviet charge of Ura led by the battalion-level political commissar was already quite terrifying and made the German army feel lingering fear. If the battalion-level political commissar was directly replaced by the division-level political commissar with the division commander comrade accompanying him, it is natural to imagine how terrible the effect would be.

Leading all the remaining staff and non-combat personnel of the division headquarters, a total of more than 50 people, picked up their weapons and went to the front line. The division commander Colonel Donskoy, who was at the front of the team, and the political commissar next to him, took the lead and shouted the slogan Ura and rushed all the way.

After seeing this situation, the remaining Soviet troops in the position that were originally fighting with the German army were stunned at first. In the eyes of the German army, the hell horn, which looked like a devil, suddenly sounded over the position with an unprecedented formation.

"Ura!!!"

"Ura!!!"

"Ura!!!"

The loud shouts of "Ura" even overwhelmed the sound of gunfire and the roar of German tank engines. The group charge of more than a thousand Soviet soldiers almost instantly frightened the young German soldiers who had never seen such a terrible situation.

Some German veterans who had personally experienced the terrible Soviet group "Ura" charge in previous battles turned pale in an instant. After solving the battle at hand, they set up weapons in the nearby bunkers and trenches without saying a word and waited for them.

"Don't panic! Shoot! Shoot quickly to stop them from getting close!"

The MG34 general-purpose machine gun with a theoretical maximum firing rate of up to 1200 rounds per minute fired wildly, and the German submachine gunner, who had used up all the magazines he carried, threw away the gun in his hand, picked up the blood-stained Mosin-Nagant rifle that fell to the ground, pulled the bolt and fired.

The German veterans, who were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, kept firing with all the weapons they could find at hand, and the German recruits with slightly worse psychological qualities were frightened by the deafening shouting and couldn't even hold the gun steadily and directly lost their accuracy.

The firepower of the German vanguard that attacked the Soviet position was ultimately not enough to stop the surging red wave and collided directly with each other.

The Soviet infantrymen, who picked up all the weapons they could find, stabbed the invaders' chests with bayonets, smashed the helmets on the German soldiers' heads with iron clubs, and even threw their opponents to the ground and directly tore open their throats with their mouths, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

The German tanks that had entered the Soviet positions tried to start and crush the Soviet soldiers swarming in with their steel tracks. The Soviet soldiers, who were already crazy to the extreme and fearless of death, climbed directly onto the German tanks that had not yet fully accelerated with their bare hands like moths to a flame.

The lives of the dead comrades who were crushed under the tracks could not extinguish the fire of anger in the hearts of these boiling Soviet soldiers. After climbing onto the German tanks with their bare hands and forcibly prying open the opponent's turret cover, the Soviet soldiers had no time to do anything before they were shot through the chest by the German tank commander who was already prepared in the turret with a pistol and fell down.

The rest of the Soviet soldiers clinging to the German tanks did not retreat. They threw several grenades in their hands into the battle room along the pried open turret cover with hissing green smoke.

After a few muffled sounds, the German Type IV C tank stumbled into the crater like a dead bull and never moved again.

Needless to say, the result of no crew members escaping was naturally that the Soviet infantrymen who had destroyed an enemy tank in the most passionate way had already begun to pick up their weapons and look for the next enemy.

The German vanguard, which encountered the most terrifying infantry charge during World War II, was under tremendous pressure and could not stop the Soviet army from rushing forward to close the distance with its firepower advantage. It was soon offset by the Soviet army's numerical advantage in launching a desperate counterattack and was in danger.

The German commander who witnessed this scene with a telescope in his hand at the starting position of the rear attack was unwilling to give up, and blurted out a firm and iron-blooded order.

"Immediately send the third wave of attack troops to expand the results and consolidate the front line, and order the armored troops to rush up in a dense formation to crush those Ivans! No matter what, we must take this position!"

After receiving the order, the infantry of the third wave of German attack troops immediately set out, riding on a few SDKFZ251 half-track vehicles and tanks to form a mechanized force, forcibly increasing the attack speed.

The third wave of German attack troops, which greatly shortened the time spent on the charge, rushed into the Soviet position from the gap and joined the vanguard. The German army, which was greatly strengthened and had more tanks and half-track armored vehicles, immediately began to rely on the firepower advantage to turn defense into offense, and the scales of victory had begun to slowly tilt in a direction that was more favorable to the German army.

Colonel Donskoy, who was leading the troops to launch the final counterattack, saw that the battlefield situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable to his side. After losing all important technical weapons, this last group of remaining soldiers, who only relied on their flesh and blood, could not turn the tide of the battle no matter how brave they were. Colonel Donskoy, who gradually developed a will to die, tightened his pistol in his hand.

"Maybe it's time, Comrade Division Commander, are you ready?"

Following the sound, he turned his head to look at the political commissar who had been his partner for many years. Colonel Donskoy, whose face was black and red and almost unrecognizable, smiled without hesitation.

"Just like we swore under the party flag, isn't it?"

From each other's firm eyes, they found the answer they expected. Commander Donskoy, who was holding the Tokarev TT33 pistol tightly in his hand, immediately raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"This is the final charge, comrades. Get ready, follow me!"

Following Commander Donskoy who was holding his pistol high, the political commissar, who was also holding his weapon tightly in his hand, immediately raised his arm and shouted in a slightly tragic tone.

"Wu"

Boom——

Before the heroic divisional political commissar finished speaking, a sudden cannon shot from a distance of no more than 100 meters behind him immediately interrupted the slogan that was halfway through.

A German Type 3 tank, which was only a hundred meters away from Colonel Donskoy, was instantly penetrated by a 76mm armor-piercing grenade that came at high speed, and the entire turret was blown off.

The First Independent Heavy Tank Breakthrough Battalion, which arrived at full speed before the last moment, immediately launched a counterattack against the German armored forces.

"Kirill, load the armor-piercing shells! Iushkin, aim at the leading Type 3 tank at one o'clock and smash these fascist running dogs!"