Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

His pistol, which he was going to use to shoot deserters, was also thrown to the ground, and the recruits without guns were picked up.

The mobile combat concept of modern urban combat is all nonsense. These northerners are like the generation that shivered in the ditch during World War I, completely unable to execute any complicated combat orders.

Chapter 270 The Predator Battleship Blasts into Stalingrad

"Red October town ferry calls for fire support!! We are suppressed—"

Most of the airborne troops of the new Soviet Union went into battle lightly. Although they had anti-tank weapons, they could not launch them through the cover of building bunkers in the relatively wide area near the river, directly threatening the tanks of the Northern Alliance. They had to slow down their advance and even He was pushed to a distribution center in front of the suspension bridge by Bu Zhan.

"Received, hold on, the reinforcements are only 1 km away from you!" The ship's wife in the communication responded loudly to the other party's call for help.

"Repeat - we need heavy bombing support, the enemy has five tanks blocking our way! Retreat to the ferry company, the east side is at risk of being outflanked! Hum—"

The paratrooper who roared towards the walkie-talkie felt his head shake, and was thrown backwards suddenly by the huge hammer. He fell behind the container, and his teeth were almost broken.

"Pooh--"

He hurriedly supported his body and glanced back, spit out another mouthful of mud, lay down on the ground and wiped his neck that was almost broken by the impact, and checked the integrity of the helmet, thinking that it should have been hit by a stray bullet just now If he hit the top of his head, he was lucky if he didn't die.

Direct fire is not what soldiers fear the most. Veterans like these who have a lot of combat experience, know how to enter the blind spot of vision, and alternately suppress firepower in exchange for maneuvering time, are afraid of those warheads that begin to drop slightly as the speed decreases. Or the bullets that bounced from nowhere. These "lucky bullets" can go over the bunker to a certain extent and attack the rear. Even if the lethality is not enough, their helmets can't block it.

"Britt—my neck seems to be dislocated!" He cursed, but was pulled halfway back by his comrades who also lowered their heads, and then a black cloud of high-explosive bomb exploded from the container group 30 meters away. Rising up, the splashed iron flakes whizzed past their ears, bringing the stench of sulfur and rust.

"Do you need me to help you set your bones?? Ah??"

The ignorant corporal was half-carried and half-dragged by his platoon leader and thrown under the crane a little further back.

After saving the life of his own soldier, the platoon leader also leaned against the crane, pressed the edge of his helmet, and shouted to the ship lady who was rushing here in a more urgent tone: "This is row 1! Red October Town Ferry Now only light bunkers can be relied on! If support is no longer available, we will have to try to engage the tanks head-on!"

"It will take at least 3 minutes!"

"Have you heard all the shit?? 3 minutes——"

He raised three fingers towards the brothers around him——

When he took over the most dangerous line of advance, Comrade Kremlin pointed out to him that there must be more armored defenses here, because the terrain is relatively flat, it is not very close to the city, and there are fewer shooting windows, but Isakovich believes that His platoon was the most elite of the regular Soviet army, and with the help of his wife, he confidently patted his chest and promised that he would take down the distribution center and ferry in Red October Town before dark...

But the 2 rows next door are not up to snuff! !Call away the ship girl who was supposed to support the open area!He didn't even have time to see what the girl who was in charge of assisting their company A looked like!

"Bang!!!"

With a flash of red light in the south, he saw one of his brothers flying out of the container and falling into the river without knowing his life or death.

Can't even hear his screams.

"Osuka!! They killed Yuri!!"

"Kill your mother—he's not necessarily dead—"

A guy next to him who knows how to swim immediately put his rifle and body armor aside, and wanted to go down to the river to catch the young soldier who fell into the water.

"Come back to me, Vasily!! Take off the bulletproof vest and you will die in the water or go ashore!!"

Moreover, wearing such a thick cloth consumes a lot of physical strength in the water. It is very likely that one of the poles did not turn up and was directly swallowed by the Volga River.

Although it is very sad, he has already lost a comrade in arms, and he does not want to lose another one!

"Where is the aid?? It's been 3 minutes!!" He squeezed the helmet, and the saliva was almost sprayed on the face of another group of comrades 5 meters away.

"Stopped by the enemy! It takes the last minute!!"

"One minute—Okay! One more minute!!"

After speaking, the steel cable of the crane above his head was blown off by the shock wave of the explosion. With a crackling sound, the hook fell to the ground with a clatter, almost hitting their heads.

"We can't go on like this—the white bandits have locked our position—cover and shoot, and separate out three sprints to the post office!! Those who are injured don't move, stay here with me!"

The platoon leader pointed to the abandoned post office on the east side—it was not 01:30 that empty low building was better than these scattered containers.

The problem is how many people can survive in the past... No, at this time, the only way is to make the most correct judgment, otherwise the brothers will all die here, and he will not have the face to go to hell to see them.

The platoon leader turned his head and shouted at the "Mule Soldier":

"Give me the bobbin—"

"Platoon leader, you—"

He snatched the RPG-30, left the group of comrades, and rushed to the hollow tube pile on the other side alone. Compared with several bunkers, these things looked more unreliable, and after being bombarded by high explosives, there were fragments. The probability is also greater, and it is really dangerous.

But the advantage lies in being able to block the line of sight.

"It doesn't matter if you can hit or not, let them know that I'm here..."

He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, his throat rolled, and he stepped out sideways, aiming the rocket at the leading car that had already moved forward within 200 meters with half of his upper body exposed.

I don't know if the Northern Alliance soldiers in Volgograd are all scumbags or he is just lucky. With such a big flaw, none of the infantry following the tank shot at him immediately. The moment the rocket's tail flame lit up, Those shrunken eggs actually hid behind the tank.

The reactive armor of those old-fashioned tanks can’t deal with RPG-30. The separation of the head bullet first detonated the explosives outside the tank, and then the mother bullet penetrated the front armor of the bullying guy. The soldiers on the top of the machine gun were thrown out by the explosion below. out of the hatch, and fell to the side, howling.

"It actually hit..."

Back into the bunker, the platoon leader's face was full of fear.

Although he already had the awareness to be shot when he leaned out, within less than two seconds of the firing time, he also saw how those guys advancing with the tank dressed themselves like ostriches.

Fortunately, they are just a group of ostrich soldiers.

Undoubtedly, the remaining four tanks have noticed their own firepower, and the next step is to see whether the opponent is turning the gun faster or running faster—but most of them will not be able to move away, so we can only gamble a bit further away at this time A bet on the opposite marksmanship.

"Late!! Sorry!!!"

Before turning his back and preparing to flee for his life, the platoon leader felt a gust of wind blowing from his west side.

"boom!!!!"

The platoon leader who was lucky enough to witness those old-fashioned artillery firing scenes on the military blog many times felt that the sound was very familiar, and the hair on the back of his neck was shaved off.

The girl leaped 4 meters high and flew across the hollow pipe pile, while the 128mm guns on both sides of the ship aimed at the remaining four tanks——

The FKS10-style fire control gave her a very accurate close-in shooting ability, and the shells with cognitive destruction capabilities did not even need to detonate the reactive armor in advance, and directly pierced the dull explosive packs and the steel plates behind them.

Within two seconds, black smoke billowed from the gun barrels and hatches of those tanks, and the tank soldiers among them also panicked, squeezed out of the tanks coughing, and fell down.

The girl landed neatly, her little boots thumping and crushing the asphalt—she didn't have the problem of showing off her tonnage like some ship girls. Although the attack just now had the effect of a destroyer, it still looked light when it hit it. It just left a series of footprints, and did not cause too much damage to the street.

This is the only time Dak has allowed her to fight since landing, and Z-23 wants to do its best to share everyone's worries, and also counts the area that was originally supported by other ship girls as its own support——

It's true that there are not enough people, but just hurry up--faster!

Crossing two battlefields and rushing to the place where she was most needed, the girl still didn't stop. She slid past the stunned soldiers on both sides like a race, ran 200 meters in six seconds, and rushed to the only place on the scene. In front of a foot battle that was not completely paralyzed, he slightly raised his seemingly slender elbow like a football player, and pushed it to the left——

"Boom!!!"

Seeing the stabbing figure, the officer on the infantry immediately gave up his noble car, covered his head and rolled out of the car, and then he felt a huge gong ringing in his ear, which almost shocked him. into a concussion.

When he raised his head and covered the scene with his shaking vision, he found that the car had been photographed into the river, bubbling and bubbling, and gradually sinking to the bottom like a bean curd soaked in soup.

"Monster!!!!"

The collapse of morale is often only in an instant. Although Z-23 silently chanted strange slogans such as "faster and stronger", it rushed from their side to the direction of Volgasky in the blink of an eye, and did not stay or stop at all. It meant to take a second look at them, but the soldiers of the North Alliance still started to flee towards the town on all fours——

This scene was not seen by the people in the 1st row. Even the platoon leader who had just prepared to die generously, he slowly stretched out his self-made "rear view mirror" after he could not hear the gunshots and gunshots. Bunker, looked at the battlefield situation.

All that was left was a mess—the tanks that were not completely burned were still emitting black smoke, except for some inexplicable guys who dropped their guns and knelt with their heads in their arms, and there were only some dragged wounded brothers struggling to leave the field Northern Union Tank Soldiers.

The Z-23 that went away in the dust didn't care at all

"Aid has arrived—eh??"

The unlucky Yuri, who was unconscious and drank a bellyful of water, floated up from the Volga River, and U81 still carried the infantry that had not turned on the floating system and almost sank on the shoulders of U[-]. He blinked suspiciously: "You guys...are you done?"

This delicate girlish voice was the "reinforcement" who had just contacted the platoon leader for a long time.

"...It should be, it seems that they have little fighting will left." The platoon leader felt a mouthful of old phlegm stuck in his throat, and he couldn't cough or swallow it.

"Amazing! You are the only ones I have ever seen, and only one platoon of troops faced the armored company head-on and won!"

The star eyes of U81 seem to be shining, and the comrade platoon leader can feel her sincere admiration from a long distance away.

However, the person involved couldn't be happier at all, he couldn't even understand what happened to the ship girl just now - he had never seen anyone running so fast!

……

"Comrade Eugen! The firepower point in the north..."

"boom!!!"

Before the liaison officer could finish speaking, the 203mm shell hit the three-story white wall of the church, knocking it down in half. The cross on the roof broke after whimpering. Entering the cemetery on the south side, a large grave was built for the soldiers of the Northern Union, and a stele was erected by the way.

"..."

The woman with silver hair and twin ponytails crossed herself without sincerity—it was more of a mockery than a simple prayer.

Then she raised the slender finger that had finished crossing, and put it in her mouth.

Although this scene looked quite tempting, the soldiers around who were advancing with the mobile fort did not dare to look at her at all.From noon to dusk, this woman had smashed three Orthodox churches, and she seemed completely free of psychological pressure.

I don't know why, the soldiers of the Northern Alliance always set up scattered high-level firepower points in the church... Maybe they really thought that the Soviet soldiers would attack them lightly for God's sake?

Let's not talk about what will happen to the Soviets themselves, this German guy can be said to be really bloodless and tearless-that's 203! !Some knowledgeable soldiers clearly saw the 88 guns hanging on both sides of her ship - but she greeted her with the 203 without hesitation!

Every time there was any trouble, he would chisel it with the largest caliber without hesitation-in comparison, Comrade Aurora who attacked Primorsk was much more restrained!

Sure enough, only Maozi will cherish Maozi!The iron-blooded girls are definitely using the topic to avenge their old enemies in the Battle of Stalingrad! !

"...Well... Although it was quite interesting at the beginning, but after all, chasing mice and running will get boring..."

He said something inhumane, but Prince Eugen's heart was not without any ups and downs——

He sensed the complaints of the soldiers, but she didn't bother to explain—

There is no such thing as revenge, but I hope you will die less, there is so much nonsense.

"Bam—"

There was another muzzle flash in the ruins of the second floor of the church, and Eugen swished his left hand, which had just been pressed into his lips, to block the head of the liaison officer beside him. A large cluster of sparks shot out from the soft glove, and the bent warhead spun and flung green smoke, flying over the right shoulder of the bewildered liaison officer.

"boom--"

Without hesitation again, Eugen calmly fired a cannonball at the half-destroyed church.

The remaining half of it was also sent to the soil.

Chapter 271