"Comrade Sergeant," saw one German troops after another driving east along the road, the anti-tank hand muttered to Hollor, "How can we fight with so many enemies?"
"Don't worry." After a brief panic, Hollor had returned to normal: "Be patient, after the German troops passed, there might be small troops left alone, and we can deal with them at that time."
I thought I would be able to wait for the fighter plane soon, but I had to wait until two o'clock in the afternoon. I finally couldn't see the German army's large army on the road, but there were only sporadic small teams and one or two motorcycles delivering letters, without any attack value. Seeing this, the anti-tank operator said disappointedly: "Comrade Sergeant, I think we are here in vain today. Look, the German army's large army has passed, and the remaining sporadic small troops have no attack value at all. I think we should retreat to a place close to the defense zone to set up defenses, and maybe we can achieve some results."
After waiting here for most of the day, but still not finding a suitable fighter plane, Holoer couldn't help but feel anxious. He raised his hand and looked at his watch, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Let's wait for another half an hour. If we still can't find the ideal attack target, then retreat."
Half an hour passed in a flash, and seeing that there was no sign of a German on the road at this moment, Hollor couldn't help feeling disappointed. Just as he was about to order the transfer, the ammunition hand that was dozing off in the ditch suddenly opened his eyes and said with a serious expression: "Convoy, is a German convoy coming?"
"Carriage, where is the convoy?" Hearing the ammunition hand say this, the anti-tank hand said angrily: "Did you not wake up yet and take what you saw in your dream seriously?"
"That's right, sergeant." Seeing that Hollor also looked at him with suspicion, the ammunition hand quickly defended himself: "I really heard the sound of German trucks, at least five, driving towards here."
The anti-tank hand casually looked at the road outside, pouted and said disapprovingly: "Where is the convoy, I just said you heard it wrong."
But the ammunition hand did not defend himself, but listened with his ears on his back for a moment, exclaiming suddenly: "The enemy's convoy has appeared, and now it is no more than five hundred meters away from us."
Everyone was half-believing about the ammunition operator's statement. Hollor also raised his telescope and carefully observed the direction of the enemy's convoy. After seeing this, he actually saw a convoy of six trucks with tents driving towards his position along the road.
Although I couldn't see clearly what was in the car, Hollor felt that it was impossible for the Germans to send an empty car to the place where the battle was most intense under this situation, so the car must have materials worth attacking. Thinking of this, Hollor raised his hand and slapped heavily on the shoulder of the ammunition hand, and then said: "Your ears are so powerful that you can hear the sound of the truck at such a distance."
Hollor rolled up his sleeves and said to the anti-tank hand: "Take me your bazooka and I'll destroy the truck that's in front."
"Comrade Sergeant, you can't fight like this." The anti-tank hand waved his hand and said, "If you attack the front vehicle directly, the truck following behind will turn around and run away at any time."
Although Holore is the highest rank in the squad, he did not act arbitrarily on how to attack the enemy convoy, but humbly asked: "Where do you tell me, which target should we hit first?"
"In my experience, it takes at least one or two minutes for German trucks to turn around on the road. In such a long time, we have enough time to severely damage the German convoy." Anti-tank hand said confidently: "First hit the truck in the middle. When the trucks hit burn on the road, the trucks in front and behind cannot escape in a short time, so that we can eliminate the enemy convoy in an orderly manner."
When the German convoy passed by the ambush site of the squad, the anti-tank hand aimed at the truck in the middle and decisively pulled the trigger. Unexpectedly, the truck was loaded with ammunition. As soon as the rocket hit the target, the truck exploded violently.
Seeing this, Holoer couldn't help but burst into tears and shouted at the top of his throat: "Shidden, hide quickly." After shouting, he had already squatted down, curled up like a cooked prawn. He covered his ears with both hands, opened his mouth wide, and prepared to withstand the huge shock wave attack.
The black smoke from the explosion wrapped the German convoy tightly. The explosions inside the black smoke passed one after another, and the sounds were heard one after another, and there were explosions everywhere and fires everywhere.
The people in the squad were curled up in the ditch, imitating Hollor, shrank their bodies, and covered their ears with their hands to avoid being hurt by the explosion's shock wave. But even so, they still felt like a small boat sitting on the sea, jogging up and down. The flying shrapnel and car parts flew past the gully and into the woods not far away.
It took me a long time, until the violent explosion gradually stopped, Hollor carefully poked his head out, and saw that there were craters everywhere on the road, and trucks that were blown up were lying on the road and burning wildly. As for the German corpses, they were not seen. In such a violent explosion, it would be nice to have a whole body left, let alone someone survived.
"Prepare to transfer." Hollor shouted loudly at everyone, but he didn't hear the sound. He realized that his ears were temporarily deaf during the explosion not long ago. He could only walk over and pat the soldiers' shoulders, then pointed in the direction of the woods, indicating that everyone could transfer.
Fortunately, the soldiers in the squad had learned about the mission in advance, and now they saw that the enemy's convoy had been destroyed. Even if Hollor didn't say it, they knew that they should have transferred it. The soldiers packed up their weapons, followed Hollor's guidance, and advanced towards the pre-set place.
After Hollor's squad evacuated, a German army of more than 40 people arrived. Seeing the convoy burning on the highway, the German commander immediately ordered the troops to search nearby. Since Hollor and his team had already retreated, the enemy's search was futile.
After moving to a new nearby location, Hollor felt that his hearing had recovered, but when he heard others talk, he always felt that there was a ball of cotton in his ears, and he could not hear clearly. In desperation, Hollor had to gesture to the soldiers, signaling them to hide, and prepare to ambush the passing enemies again.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, a convoy of a tank, two armored vehicles, and two trucks, approached Hollor and their ambush again.
Seeing this, Holoer, whose hearing had basically returned to normal, whispered to the soldiers beside him: "Pause it down, keep calm, put the enemy closer and then fight."
When the enemy's tank distance was only more than 30 meters, Hollor waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Shoot!" With the order issued, the anti-tank hand decisively pulled the trigger. The rockets equipped by Hollor and others had the effect of breaking armor within 150 meters. Now they fired at such a close distance. Not to mention ordinary German tanks, even tiger tanks could not escape the end of destruction.
After the tank was destroyed, the German officers and soldiers on the armored vehicles behind immediately shouted at the top of their voices: "Enemy attack, enemy attack, get out of the car quickly!" However, before the German soldiers on the armored vehicles came out, the second rocket arrived again, easily tore open the weak armor of the armored vehicles and blow it into a ball of fire.
The soldiers of the firepower team saw the truck that followed him stop, and then many German soldiers jumped out of the truck, hugged their waists, and walked carefully towards this side with guns. The soldiers immediately fired without waiting for them to approach. Amid the dense gunshots, the German soldiers who rushed to the front fell to the ground, and the rest hurriedly lying down on the ground.
Hollor roughly counted that the enemy had more than 30 soldiers, plus an armored vehicle, and his troops were at a disadvantage. If he fought with them, he would definitely not be able to get it. He ordered the soldiers: "The firepower team left three people to cover, and the rest retreated with me."
What happened next proved that Hollor was a bit too worrying. Although the German army had an advantage in terms of numbers, the tanks and armored vehicles they depended on were destroyed, and their combat effectiveness was suddenly greatly reduced. They were at a loss to attack an enemy with unknown background. Amid the dense gunfire, the German army's attack seemed weak. As long as they heard gunfire sounds from the position, they immediately lay in the crater and fired, and no longer dared to rush forward easily.
The three soldiers who served as cover saw that Hollor and other members of the squad had successfully retreated to a location five hundred meters away from the ambush site. They fired machine guns at the enemy who was trying to charge again. When they were so scared that they were lying down to avoid bullets, the three soldiers quickly evacuated the position with weapons.
The teams commanded by Hollor have achieved successive results, but the other teams have few results. In fact, the reason is very simple. Just as Hollor analyzed to his subordinates, the enemy did not want to waste his troops in Sokov's defense zone, so he just sent some troops to monitor it, while the main force bypassed the defense zone far away and advanced towards the direction of Prokholovka City.
The large troops have bypassed the Sokov troops' defense zone, and the sporadic small troops will not appear in this area, so as not to be attacked by the Sokov troops. In this case, it is strange that several small teams lying near the position can achieve results.
In the evening, Sokov asked Koida: "Comrade Colonel, is there any news from the squad?"
Koida replied: "Comrade Commander, I have received reports from six teams. There are no traces of the enemy in the area where they are active."
"Which area do they operate in?" Sokov asked.
"Here, Comrade Commander." Koida pointed to the map and introduced the situation to Sokov: "These six teams are basically deployed behind the original position of the 658th Regiment. Unless the enemy takes the initiative to enter their active area, there is no possibility of war between the two sides."
"So that's how it is." After hearing Koida's words, Sokov immediately understood why these troops had not achieved any results. You should know that the German army's main attack target today was Prokorovka City. Once it broke through the undefensive position, it would advance eastward as quickly as possible, and had no interest in fighting with the Soviet army in these irrelevant areas. Thinking of this, he shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I really don't understand how the commanders of these small teams considered. The area where they were active was not on the German army's forward route at all. It would be strange if they could achieve results."
After carefully studying Koidasokov's words, he thought it was quite reasonable. Since the German army had broken through the position abandoned by the 658th Regiment, they must have advanced towards Prokholovka City as fast as possible. How could they directly break into the activity area of ​​the anti-tank team?
"Comrade Colonel, you said there were six teams reporting that they did not achieve any results." Since these six teams could not achieve any results, Sokov stopped paying attention to them, but continued to ask: "What about the other four teams? They can't achieve any results, right?"
When he said this, Sokov was in a particularly heavy mood. He thought that he praised Zhukov and said that the ten teams sent would definitely achieve great results. However, a day passed, six teams had no achievements. If the remaining four teams had mediocre results, then what was waiting for him would be Zhukov's storm.
"Sorry, comrade Commander." After hearing Sokov's question, Koida shook his head and said, "I have not received any reports about them." After saying this, he added deliberately, "The six teams I mentioned were all drawn from our division. The other four teams are from the 182nd Division and the three brigades. You may only get the most accurate report from them."
Sokov felt that what Koida said made sense. The teams that were carrying out the mission were drawn from the existing divisions and brigades. If the commanders of those teams wanted to report their work, they would definitely choose their immediate boss, rather than their commander. In order to find out the results of the other four teams, Sokov personally called the brigade commanders of each brigade and asked them if there was any news about the team.
He asked Lieutenant Colonel Uzakov and Lieutenant Colonel Dobrushen successively. The squads sent by the two only eliminated some left-behind soldiers, killing less than 30 people in total. Sokov naturally would not be satisfied with such a battle result. The purpose of his dispatch of the team was to deal with German tanks, rather than to eliminate some infantry with little significance. If he wanted to eliminate the enemy's infantry and fire two new rockets into the densely populated areas of the enemy, the results he achieved would be even more brilliant.
Chapter completed!