Chapter 795 German-Soviet War (94)

Under the double blow from the air and the ground, the numerical advantage of the Soviet tanks disappeared in an instant. The remaining Soviet tanks reversed frantically, trying to escape back to the town where they started, but how could the German army let go of these meat delivered to their mouths. Soon, these tanks were also destroyed on the way of retreat, and none of them could escape back to the town.

"There should be no Soviet tanks in the town, and it should be easy to take it down." The company commander took out a map to check the surrounding terrain. "There is a bridge on the Dnieper River 20 kilometers away. We must take that bridge as soon as possible." If the Soviets noticed something was wrong and destroyed the bridge, it would be troublesome for them. At that time, they would have to rebuild the bridge to cross the Dnieper River, which was time-consuming and laborious.

Just when the company commander was about to bypass the town ahead and head straight for the bridge, an order came from the rear headquarters, asking them to capture the town first and take over the bridge tomorrow morning.

"Take it? It seems that there is an arrangement above?" The company commander muttered, and prepared to attack the town according to the command of the headquarters.

A company of Soviet soldiers was stationed on the bridge 20 kilometers away. At the beginning of the war, there was only one platoon of soldiers stationed there. As the war became more intense, two platoons of soldiers were added. There are bridgeheads at both ends of the bridge, and there are machine gun positions for warning around it, plus several anti-aircraft guns for defense. This place is as solid as a rock. There are even explosives placed on the bridge piers, which can blow up the bridge at any time to block the German attack.

But the company commander in charge of guarding the bridge is still worried. He will personally check each sentry every once in a while. "It's not very peaceful recently. Everyone should be 100% alert, otherwise the Germans will take advantage of it."

Just as the company commander was giving a speech, the roar of the engine came from a distance. Several cars drove in from the back, a GAZ M-1 sedan and two GAZ-AAA trucks. The GAZ M-1 sedan was launched by the Gorky factory based on the American Ford V8-40. From 1936 to 1941, no less than 1 sedan was produced, and a large part of them were sent to the army to become the main officer command vehicle used by the majority of Soviet commanders in the early days of World War II.

The soldiers guarding the bridge saw from a distance that the soldiers on the trucks were all wearing blue hats, and many people were nervous. Although it is said that if you have done nothing wrong, you are not afraid of ghosts knocking on your door, but if ghosts really come to your door, you will not be afraid.

"What are they doing?" Just as everyone was whispering, several cars had already driven up. A major-ranked internal affairs officer walked out of the GAZ M-1 sedan.

The company commander hurriedly stepped forward. "Comrade, you are..."

The major officer raised his head proudly, almost looking at the company commander with his nose, his tone full of contempt, as if he was born superior. "Are you Lotnikoff?"

Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with the arrogant tone of the major, Lotnikoff did not dare to offend these people and nodded honestly. "I am." But the next second, the other party's words surprised him. "You should know that your father surrendered to the Germans in the Battle of Smolensk, right?"

Lotnikoff hurriedly explained. "That was an order issued by Comrade Marshal Shaposhnikov; my father just obeyed..."

"Shut up!" The major interrupted him coldly. "He should obey the orders of the great leader Comrade Stalin! He should fight to the last moment! Since your father has become a shameful traitor, according to Order No. 270 issued by Comrade Stalin, you should know what the punishment will be, right?"

Lotnikoff's face suddenly turned pale and his lips trembled. Without waiting for him to say anything, the major waved his hand, and the two soldiers standing behind dragged Lotnikoff to the bridge railing, shot him dead, and threw the body directly into the river under the bridge. There was a dead silence all around. The soldiers guarding the bridge watched their company commander being thrown into the river like garbage, but no one dared to stand up and say anything. After all, they had seen too many such scenes. If they stood up at this time, they would probably be accused of traitors and executed on the spot.

After executing Lotnikoff neatly, these people did not leave. The major looked at the soldiers around and ordered. "Okay, I'm in charge of command here for the time being. Go back to your posts and be more vigilant." Everyone dispersed woodenly and returned to their respective positions.

At night, three soldiers sat in a machine gun position. They had not yet gotten rid of the shock of the company commander's execution. The machine gunner holding the handle of the Maxim machine gun looked at the hazy moon in the sky and suddenly muttered. "I think this is wrong. Comrade Lotnikoff is a good comrade." Captain Lotnikoff is a recognized good commander. He is friendly, caring for his subordinates, strong and brave, and loves the motherland... How can such a person be defined as a traitor? It is simply unbelievable.

The deputy shooter on the side sighed. "Who said it wasn't? Comrade Lotnikoff died too unjustly."

"Shut up, all of you." The loader quickly scolded in a low voice. "You are questioning Comrade Stalin. If those blue hats hear it, they can shoot you on the spot!" After warning a few times, he stood up. "I'm almost scared to pee by you. I'm going to pee."

When he came to the shore, the loader happily finished draining the water and was pulling up his pants. Suddenly, he heard a slight noise behind him. He turned around and saw a few dark shadows not far away in the dim moonlight.

He frowned slightly and was about to ask who it was when he heard two slight sounds of breaking through the air and felt a sharp pain in his chest. The impact made him stagger and fall to the ground, with the back of his head hitting the ground heavily, leaving him dizzy.

"Yes, yes, people!" He wanted to warn others, but the sound he shouted was as faint as the buzzing of a mosquito. He only felt his vitality slipping away quickly, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier. The last thing he saw was the shadows moving towards the machine gun position. In the dim moonlight, he saw that these people were wearing uniforms of the Ministry of Internal Affairs!

In less than half an hour, the trenches, sentries, and bunkers near the bridge had been cleared, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

"Captain, it's all done. The bodies have been thrown into the river. As for the blood on the ground, we have to wait until tomorrow morning to clean it up."

"The fuses of the bombs have all been removed."

"Tsk tsk, this skin is really useful. Execute that guy in front of them, and the others dare not even fart."

Then everyone opened the packages they carried with them, took out the Soviet military uniforms from them, put them on, picked up the Mosin-Nagant rifles, and stood guard in a formal manner.