Chapter 695: Pressurized Injection

The Soviet troops involved in the counterattack were arriving in large numbers. The German division commander, who was only guarded by the divisional guard and an infantry battalion, was frightened by the sudden sound of gunfire.

His troops had just been repelled by the Soviet troops, namely Malashenko and his party, who had fled to the opposite platform. They suffered heavy casualties and were resting and preparing for the next wave of attack.

The area of ​​Stalingrad No. 1 Railway Station was not too large, but the German division commander set up the southern area of ​​the forward division headquarters, which was at least two kilometers away from the last area in the northeast of the railway station where Malashenko was stationed at this moment. The straight-line distance was close to three kilometers.

These two or three kilometers were nothing at ordinary times, but the sudden and fierce counterattack of the Soviet army almost cost the panicked German division commander his life.

While hurriedly calling for his own troops to come back for help, he ordered the divisional guards and the reserve battalion to hold the line. He didn't know that the German forward division was in front of him, but he was still charging fiercely, but his purpose was to meet Malashenko as soon as possible.

In front of the position, the Soviet infantry charge, wave after wave, almost crushed the German fighting spirit.

"Russians, Russians are on the left! Machine guns, suppress them!"

"Oh my God, they are coming from the right too! There are too many of these Russians, damn, I have no bullets!"

"Secondary shooter, I need a deputy shooter! Where is the deputy shooter?! Damn it!"

Ura——

The close combat at a distance of 200 meters soon turned into a close-range hand-to-hand combat with cold light flashing because of the German army's lack of preparation and hasty response, and the Soviet army's concentrated superior forces on a point of fierce charge.

He picked up all the melee weapons he could use and smashed them on the Nazi invaders.

The soldier broke the butt of the Mosin-Nagant rifle due to excessive force. He dropped the weapon in his hand and pulled out the engineer shovel that looked quite useful from the waist of the German corpse whose head was beaten into a paste by him. After weighing it in his hand and feeling that it was quite handy, he immediately shouted and rushed towards the next target with the weapon raised high.

The guard force responsible for protecting the safety of the division headquarters was well-equipped.

Seeing that the comrades in the infantry battalion who were resisting in front had been disrupted by the Soviet army that rushed into the position and were on the verge of collapse, the guard force that was covering the division commander's emergency evacuation immediately separated a platoon of troops to support the battle. The weapons they carried were F 41 double-barrel flamethrowers that were enough to scare the bravest soldiers.

This flamethrower, which had already performed brilliantly in the previous Sevastopol battle, became the savior of the German army. The flamethrower, carrying a huge fuel tank on his back, raised the nozzle in his hand and swept the Soviet army in front of him.

The blazing fire dragon gushed out from the nozzle and instantly covered the 60-degree fan-shaped area in front. The Red Army soldiers who were hit by the flamethrower within a close range of less than 20 meters let out a miserable and shrill howl on the spot, immediately dropped their weapons and fell to the ground and rolled wildly trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

The professionally trained German flamethrowers continued to advance steadily under the protection of the assault gunners beside them. The four groups of flamethrowers with a range of killing on the surface suddenly stopped their decline for a while when they suddenly joined the battle. The battlefield where they fought hard was immediately filled with the most miserable and painful howls of the world being swallowed by the tongues of fire.

Being blocked by the German flamethrowers was only a temporary situation. After stabilizing their position, the Soviet army immediately took countermeasures and began to counter these German flamethrower teams.

The Soviet army, which was also equipped with and used flame weapons, knew how to counter such weapons. The range of up to 30 meters was the biggest shortcoming and deficiency of individual flamethrowers.

The Soviet assault gunners, who had originally focused on close combat with the German army, turned their guns around. The powerful firepower of more than a dozen PPSh assault guns immediately hit the German flamethrower team that was advancing rapidly at a distance of more than 50 meters.

The fierce firepower forced the German flamethrowers, who were carrying heavy flamethrowers and had difficulty in maneuvering, to immediately bend down and find shelter nearby when the range was out of reach.

However, people are often prone to chaos under huge environmental pressure, and the greater the pressure, the greater the unexpected chaos.

A German flamethrower who couldn't find a shelter for a while just lay on the ground like an ostrich, hoping that a small earth pit on the ground that looked like it was blown out by a cluster grenade could help him escape.

The idea of ​​this German flamethrower was good. He was already on the lower side of the terrain and could indeed hide his body completely after lying in this small earth pit.

But this German flamethrower forgot one thing in his panic. He was carrying a large metal fuel tank on his back that had only been fired twice and had most of the remaining fuel.

The Red Army soldiers who targeted this conspicuous large tank immediately concentrated all their weapons on it.

Although the safety of the fuel tank was taken into consideration at the beginning of the design and the tank body was specially thickened to withstand the general light weapons shooting, the German flamethrower was very unfortunate at this moment. He lay down in a prone position, exposing the top of the fuel cylinder directly to the dense barrage of fire from the Soviet army.

When designing the fuel tank, the Germans never considered that bullets from the sky would penetrate the cylinder cap, but this unlucky German flamethrower achieved a factor that the German designers had not considered by lying down.

The thin cylinder cap without any reinforcement measures was directly penetrated by a 62X54mm rifle bullet. The nitrogen-containing compressed air was depressurized instantly and directly sprayed the remaining liquid combustion agent in the tank out of the bullet hole.

The remaining bullets that followed hit the metal tank body and burst out a burst of hot sparks. The high-pressure liquid fuel jet column that continued to splash out was instantly ignited and turned into a galloping fire dragon.

The German flamethrower, who was panicking and trying to get rid of the burning time bomb on his body, just stood up, and the strong and uncontrollable leakage pressure directly made him lose his balance and lean back instantly.

The flying fire dragon not only burned the head of the unfortunate German flamethrower into a pile of charcoal at a speed visible to the naked eye, but also caused more than a dozen German soldiers standing behind him to be affected by his body's unbalanced and fluttering backwards. The shrill and painful screams of the burning body resounded throughout the German position for a while.

The Americans once said that when the grenade is pulled out of the pull ring, it is no longer your friend.

Similarly, the flamethrower who was set on fire is no longer your comrade in arms to some extent.