According to the order of Lieutenant Bisklev, half of them put on German uniforms, put on German equipment, and their original weapons. A soldier who played the captive asked Bisklev curiously: "Comrade Lieutenant, why do they carry two weapons?"
"This is not simple. Since the prisoners have been captured and the weapons of the prisoners have been seized, isn't it normal?"
"Comrade Lieutenant, I think we should still hold this weapon ourselves." The warrior continued: "When I encounter the enemy, I can shoot and destroy them immediately."
Hearing the soldiers say this, Bisklev glared at his eyes: "Does the prisoners you captured still hold guns in your hands? If the Germans see someone holding weapons in the middle of the prisoners when they let the hills go, will we be exposed? Don't you talk nonsense, hurry up and pretend to be your prisoners honestly."
When the troops escorted the prisoners, crossed the hill and appeared in the sight of the German army on the farm, a German officer in the trench raised his telescope and looked at them, and saw that the lieutenant under his command seemed to be injured, being carried by a soldier, slowly walking down the hill. There were more than a dozen soldiers escorting the same number of Russian prisoners of war followed closely behind.
The officer put down his telescope and returned to his command post. To be honest, he didn't care about such a small-scale sneak attack just now. He only sent a platoon of troops and easily wiped them out.
When Bisklev's troops came not far from the trench, a German soldier on duty asked casually: "Did you eliminate all the Russians who came to attack?"
The sergeant lying on the warrior's back said vaguely: "Everything has been eliminated."
"Lt. Handel," the German soldier found the sergeant on his back, and asked with concern: "Are you injured?"
"Well, I'm injured." The sergeant replied briefly.
The talkative German soldier continued to ask: "Where is the injury?"
"A shot in the leg..." The sergeant originally wanted to make a few more perfunctory sentences, but he got stuck because of his nervousness and couldn't say the complete sentence for a while.
The German soldier immediately realized that the problem was wrong and hurriedly took the rifle on his shoulder. His reaction was very fast, but he was still a step slower. Bisklev, who was walking in the front, stabbed the other party's chest with a bayonet that had been prepared, and also covered his mouth, so that his screams would not alarm the other Germans.
After the soldiers on duty were killed, Bisklev quickly looked around and found that there were no enemies at all. He made a gesture to the soldiers behind him, indicating that they would seize the position immediately.
Except for some of the German soldiers on the position who were pursuing the fleeing Soviet army, the rest of the people were sleeping in the shelter. Yesterday's progress was smooth, which gave the German officers and soldiers an illusion that the Soviet troops fighting them were vulnerable. Moreover, when they were alarmed by gunfire just now, they were standing in the trenches and saw the enemy on the top of the hill firing a gun and then fleeing.
The company commander sent a platoon of troops to pursue him. It took him no longer to wipe out the ignorant Russians, and even captured some of them. Seeing this, the soldiers went back to their cover and went back to sleep.
It was precisely because of the Germans' underestimation that Lieutenant Bisklev led his troops into the German positions as if he had entered a no-man's land, and eliminated the German soldiers who were still sleeping in the shelter.
When Bisklev, with two soldiers, was about to break into the German company command post and kill the officers inside, a German soldier wearing a steel helmet walked out from it. When he saw the Soviet soldier who appeared in front of him, he was briefly shocked and immediately shouted at the top of his voice: "Russians, Russians are here..."
Although Bisklev took him with a bayonet in time, his voice still alarmed the officers in the command post. He quickly grabbed the pistol on the table, hid on the side of the door, raised his gun and aimed at the door, ready to shoot immediately as soon as someone came in. As soon as a reckless soldier rushed into the command post, he was shot by the German officer and fell to the door on his back.
Seeing the warrior rushing in front of him and falling under the enemy's gun, Bisklev immediately fired into the room with a submachine gun. After firing half of the shuttle in one breath, he bent down and grabbed the shoulder of the sacrificed warrior and dragged his door out. After dragging the warrior's body to the trenches, Bisklev threw a grenade that had pulled the string into the command post.
After a loud "boom", before the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, Bisklev rushed into the command post first. He only saw the table flying by the explosion air waves and the German officer lying in a pool of blood. He bent down and looked at the other party's rank. He was a captain, who should be the company commander of the garrison company here.
Bisklev turned around and said to the sergeant who was being carried in, "Sergeant, hurry up and check, is there any valuable information here?"
With the help of the warrior, the sergeant stood on the ground with one foot, took the documents handed to him by Bisklev, and checked them carefully. After reading for a while, he said in surprise: "Comrade Lieutenant, here is a German defense map of the farm."
Bisklev took it and saw that it was indeed a detailed defense map. He was overjoyed: "Great, this is so good. Come," he rolled up the drawings and handed them over to a soldier who had just come in, and told him, "You should return to the brigade command immediately and hand over this defense map to the brigade commander."
"Comrade Lieutenant," after the soldiers who were sending the letter left, the sergeant asked Bisklev tentatively: "The sound of gunfire and explosion must have alarmed the nearby enemies. What should we do next?"
"We have to find a way to defend here," Bisklev said to the sergeant: "In this way, when our main force launches an attack, we can attack one less position to reduce unnecessary casualties."
"We are only about forty," the sergeant asked with some concern: "Can we keep it?"
"It will definitely be able to defend it." After Bisklev finished speaking, he said to the sergeant standing aside: "Comrade Sergeant, send someone to check the position and see if there are any weapons to use. Maybe it can be used when the enemy attacks us in a large scale later."
The gunshots and explosions on the position had already alarmed the German army on the distant positions. Not long ago, the German commander received a call from the commander of the garrison company, saying that the small troops sent to pursue the Russians had returned smoothly and even brought back many prisoners. The commander was particularly happy after hearing the news, but at this moment, he heard the gunshots and explosions on the position, and immediately realized something was wrong, so he quickly called the commander of the garrison company to find out what was going on.
However, the phone could not be reached at all. The commander realized that something must have happened on the front line. He quickly called a subordinate and said to him: "There must be a problem in the garrison company's position. You should immediately take the troops over and see if there has been occupied by the Russians. If you find the Russians, you must find a way to eliminate them. Even if it cannot be eliminated, you must find a way to drive them away from our positions."
As soon as the German troops on this position were launched, Bisklev discovered it. He even noticed that behind the attacking German troops, there was a building, which should be the farm office or something. Judging from the vehicles and motorcycles parked at the door, there was at least a regiment-level command. Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and his troops did not carry any heavy weapons, but they could not destroy the building seven or eight hundred meters away.
When the German army was more than 300 meters away from the position, the sergeant ran to Bisklev panting and reported to him: "Report to Comrade Lieutenant, we found two latest MG42 machine guns in the enemy's position, and even a 76.2mm cannon belonging to our army."
"What, there are cannons?" Bisklev was surprised to learn that he had also found artillery on the position: "Is it true?"
"Comrade Lieutenant," replied the sergeant: "In my judgment, this cannon should have belonged to our army, but when the farm was lost, it fell into the hands of the Germans."
"Are there any shells?"
"Yes, there are about thirty episodes."
"There are more than thirty rounds left, that's enough." Bisklev turned his head and said to the sergeant: "You go and ask immediately to see who has been an artilleryman."
"What do you want artillery to do?" the sergeant asked in confusion.
"Did you see the building in the distance?"
"See," the sergeant nodded and said, "From the style of the building, it should be the Soviet office of the farm, and it is probably regarded as their command by the German army."
"Comrade Sergeant, I think so too." Bisklev smiled and said, "I think it is at least a regiment-level command. Since we have artillery, we can destroy them with artillery fire at a long distance. But before that, we must find two people who have been artillerymen."
"Don't worry, comrade Lieutenant, I will find the artillery as soon as possible." The sergeant said, then ran forward along the trench, shouting at the top of his voice: "Who has been an artillery, who has been an artillery, let's say a word!"
An elderly soldier raised his hand when he heard the shout and said to the sergeant: "Sergeant said, I used to be an artilleryman."
"Great, this is really great." The sergeant pulled the old soldier up and continued to shout: "Who else is the artilleryman, and who is the artilleryman."
After some running, the sergeant finally found three soldiers who had been artillery soldiers. Seeing that the people were almost searching, he led them to the cannon and said to them: "Comrade Lieutenant has an order to use artillery fire to destroy the enemy command center in the distance. It is seven or eight hundred meters away from here. Are you sure to hit the target?"
"Comrade Sergeant," the old soldier spoke first, he asked tentatively: "I want to ask, how many shells do we have?"
"More than thirty."
"There are more than thirty shots left." After hearing the sergeant's words, the old soldier showed a relaxed expression on his face: "It's enough."
Bisklev was targeted by a regiment-level command post of the German army. At this moment, the German commander inside knew that a group of Russians occupied the most marginal position of the farm, so he called a German battalion commander and ordered him to say: "Major, send troops to eliminate the Russians who broke into our military defense zone."
"Don't worry, Mr. Colonel." After receiving the call from the regiment commander, the German battalion commander, answered carelessly: "I have sent troops. I believe that it will take no time to eliminate the Russians who occupy our positions."
Neither the German regiment commander nor the battalion commander took Bisklev's troops seriously. According to their ideas, a small army of dozens of people could be driven out of their positions by using at most one company to attack, and even the possibility of destroying them completely.
But what surprised the German commander was that when his troops were more than 200 meters away from the trench, the sound of machine guns suddenly sounded on the position. The MG42 machine gun, known as the "Hitler chainsaw", began to harvest the lives of German soldiers frantically. When he saw his subordinates fall in pieces like chopped rice, the German battalion commander stomped his feet in a hurry. He shouted repeatedly: "Architecture, artillery, immediately provide artillery support to our infantry."
The German mortar range was only 500 meters, and the gunners now established a launch position 400 meters away from the trench. After receiving the order from the battalion commander, they immediately launched artillery attacks on the Soviet positions in the distance.
Balls of black smoke rose up on the Soviet army's positions. One of the mortar shells accurately hit a machine gun, which exploded the machine gun into pieces on the spot, and the machine gunner and the deputy shooter were also killed. Not long after, the other machine gun also stopped firing, and it was not known whether it was destroyed by artillery fire or moved to another position.
"Sergeant, Sergeant." Seeing that his position was bombarded by the German army, Bisklev was a little anxious. The reconnaissance troops he commanded were not regular troops, and it was a bit waste to fight positions with the enemy. He called the sergeant in front of him and told him: "Immediately order the artillery to fire. As long as the enemy's command is destroyed, the enemy will fall into chaos. Next, we will have greater confidence in defending the position."
The sergeant agreed, bent over and ran to the cannon position, and said to the old soldier: "Comrade Lieutenant has an order to bombard the buildings in the distance immediately, and it must be completely destroyed in the shortest time."
"Recharge!" After the old soldier ordered the ammunition hand, he began to aim at the distance. Soon, he reported to the sergeant: "Comrade Sergeant, I have adjusted the angle and distance and can design at any time!"
"Fire the gun! Kill all the Germans in the building."
"Yes!" A young soldier suddenly pulled the cannon rope in his hand when he heard the sergeant say this. With a loud "boom", a ball of flame spewed out of the flat muzzle.
A few seconds later, the shell landed a few meters away from the building and exploded, and a stream of black soil soared into the sky. Seeing that the target was not hit, the old soldier turned his head and rushed to the ammunition and shouted: "Continue to load!" While the ammunition hand picked up the shell and pushed it into the barrel again, he adjusted the shooting angle and shooting distance again.
After finishing his work, the old soldier turned around and shouted at the gunner: "Fire the gun!" When the artillery heard the old soldier's shout, he pulled the cannon rope in his hand suddenly. With a "boom", the shells were released again.
Chapter completed!