Steel Soviet Union

When the convoy rumbled past him, Major Baker, who was still standing on the roadside of the bridgehead, was finally able to take in the panoramic view.

The first of these huge heavy tanks were all models that I had never seen before, and they all looked very new, as if they had just left the factory. The red and black flags used for air defense identification were hung on the sides of the turrets, which were very eye-catching.

There is nothing strange about the snow-white winter paint, except for the sight of the infantrymen sitting outside the tank holding their respective MP40s and Mauser 98Ks. Why does it look a little strange and familiar? There are also some things that I feel vaguely are not quite right, and no matter how I think about them, I just can't come up with an answer for a while.

"It's so weird. What does this feel like? Is it because I'm too sleepy?"

While Major Baker was still stuck in place, thinking hard, a figure with an MP40 submachine gun in his hand quietly walked forward and asked questions.

"Are there new heavy tanks coming so late? I remember that several came during the day? Are these stragglers?"

"New heavy tank?"

Major Baker showed a slightly surprised expression when he heard these words. He had no idea about the transfer of so-called "new heavy tanks".

During the day, Major Baker suffered from acute gastroenteritis due to a bad meal. He lay in bed for almost a whole day. After drinking the medicine prescribed by the military doctor, he felt much better in the evening. He replaced the brother who was on duty for him during the day, so it stands to reason that Major Baker should have been on day shift instead of night shift.

"Oh, I forgot, you're not here during the day"

Fritz took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took out two of them, one each for himself and Major Baker. As he was puffing away the smoke, the veteran Fritz spoke again.

"About the afternoon, several new heavy tanks, said to be coming for support, drove to the bridgehead."

"Those new heavy tanks are very big. To be precise, they are very big. I feel like they are even as big as three Panzer IV tanks put together."

"I had just changed the guard at the time and was startled by these big guys I had never seen before. At that time, I was curious and leaned forward to see what was going on. The armored soldiers were all exposed outside the tanks and were waiting in line to cross the bridge. When I was there, I randomly found one of them and asked about it.”

"The armored soldier on the tank told me, what is the name of the tank they drive? Oh, by the way, it is called Tiger, No. 6 Tiger heavy tank. Those tanks are equipped with an 88mm cannon. , the armor looks quite strong, and it looks like a handicraft compared to the Russian tractor.

Fritz, who was eloquently describing what he saw and heard, had no intention of stopping. He flicked the ash from his cigarette and continued speaking.

"Those tanks are painted with mammoth and iron cross symbols. I have never seen them before. I guess they may be the latest armored forces."

Mammoth, iron cross, symbols? ? ?

As the saying goes, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.

Veteran Fritz's inadvertent words had a frightening effect like a depth charge dropped into a pond. As if he had caught some key detail, Major Baker suddenly turned his head forward and slapped him. On Fritz’s shoulder, he kept asking questions.

"You see the paint marks on those heavy tanks? Don't they have the Air Force identification flag stamped on the side of the turret?"

Air Force identification flag? Turret side?

Fritz, whose shoulders were held down, even half of the cigarette butt in his mouth was shaken to the ground. With a confused look on his face, he spoke subconsciously.

"Hey, wait, wait! Baker, don't you think there's something wrong with what you said? Why do you put the Air Force identification flag on the side of the turret? As far as I know, that thing shouldn't be on the roof of the car. Right? How can I see the Iron Cross and the Mammoth logo on the side of the turret? It just doesn’t make sense.”

A moment, just a moment.

Major Baker, who had just woken up from a dream, finally understood everything!

"Damn it! There's something wrong with the convoy that just crossed the bridge, Fritz! Blow the whistle! Tell everyone to assemble immediately."

boom--

Da da da da——

Ula——

The unfinished words were interrupted by the sudden fierce sound of gunfire. Major Baker, who was momentarily lost his mind, felt that his vision went black for an instant and he almost fainted. He had really made a big mistake now! That convoy was really as bad as he expected, it was Russians pretending to be it!

The time went back to less than a minute ago. He led the convoy to drive two-thirds of the way across the bridge. Seeing that he was only a short distance away from the bridgehead on the other side, Malashenko finally could no longer hold back. He opened the turret cover of his car from the outside and immediately turned over and jumped into it. He didn't even bother to take off the German colonel's cap on his head and gave the order almost instantly.

"11 o'clock direction, bridge duty room, aim at Boom! Iushkin! Fire!"

When the leading tank suddenly braked and stopped less than 20 meters away from the bridgehead roadblock, the German soldiers who were already moving the roadblock even had their guns thrown behind their backs instead of in their hands.

boom--

The powerful 85mm high-explosive projectile tore through the silence of the night. The projectile's high-speed spiral sprint through the air and screamed like the scream of death. In an instant, it crashed into the room marked by Malashenko. The bridgehead duty room gave the order, and then burst out with bright flames and loud noises.

Before the German soldiers who were shocked by the huge explosion could react, the camouflaged Red Army soldiers who had been waiting and preparing for this moment had already taken the lead.

Red Army soldiers wearing captured German military uniforms jumped out of the car one by one. The soldiers hiding in the Lightning Opel truck also showed their weapons at almost the same time and filed out, almost all of which were composed of intensive firepower from automatic weapons. Immediately followed by high-pitched shouts of killing.

"Kill all the fascists! Comrades, Ulla!"

Ding-ding——

The sound of shell cases being unloaded and falling into the collection box under the breech echoed loudly. Malashenko, who was holding the commander's periscope in his hand, gave the order again without any hesitation.

"Seryozha, let's go! Rush directly over, crush the roadblock and rush to the other side!"

"High-explosive bombs, quick!"

The German soldiers were directly confused by the sudden attack. Some of them still haven't realized what was going on. How come their own tanks that had passed the bridgehead on the other side suddenly opened fire on their own people?

"Russians! They are not our own people, they are Russians! Go find the detonator and blow up the bridge!"