Battle of Poland Military Soul

After the first attack wave, the Polish provisional army left dead bodies on the ground and hurriedly retreated to the offensive position.

"Damn it! The Germans' firepower is too strong!" said the commander of the provisional unit angrily, "Our automatic firepower has been left on the front line, and we can't take down their positions with these bolt-action rifles alone!"

"Sir, what should we do then?" the soldier on the side said anxiously, "We finally caught a group of Germans, we can't let them go easily!"

"Oh, send someone to inform the regular army of the two regiments defending Kalish, and let them send troops to solve it." The commander gritted his teeth and said, "If you lose face, you will lose face. It's better than letting these Germans go!"

Soon, the messenger of the provisional troop arrived at the regimental headquarters of the nearest full regiment, and told the regiment leader about the situation.

"You idiots!" The head of the regiment was furious when he heard the words of the messenger. "An army of more than 1,000 people can't defeat the defense line composed of 200 people? No wonder you are being driven like pigs by others on the front line!"

Hearing this, the messenger blushed for a while, but he couldn't say anything, because the regiment commander was telling the truth. It was true that 1,000 people couldn't defeat the 200-strong line of defense, and the German armored troops were also on the front line. Got to run around.

However, the regiment commander scolded and scolded, and the bridge A was still to be recaptured. After thinking for a while, he shouted to one of his battalion commanders: "Vashkiewicz! Vashkiewicz!"

"Captain! I'm here!" Vashkiewicz, who had been outside the door, heard the commander's call, and immediately pushed the door in and walked to the commander's side, "What's your order?"

"You immediately take your troops to Bridge A. Be sure to destroy the German troops within two hours and regain control of the bridge!" the commander ordered.

"Understood!" Vashkevich saluted, "Then I'll bring the troops there now!"

The regimental commander just wanted to nod and let Vashkiewicz go down, but after thinking about it, he added: "Also, after you destroy the German army and retake the bridge, blow it up."

"It exploded?!" Vashkevich's eyes widened, "Why?"

"Alas, the German airborne troops are putting too much pressure on us, and we may not be able to keep these three bridges." The regimental commander sighed and said, "To be honest, I don't know what the top management thinks, how they would send There are less than 6,000 people in our two regiments stationed in such an important area? If it were not for the collapse of the front line and the spread of the German airborne troops, it would be difficult to say whether we can speak here now."

"The battle is already so serious?" Vashkiewicz said. "What about the other two bridges?"

"I'll say hello to the friendly troops later, and ask them to blow up the two bridges and retreat together." The regimental commander said, "You don't need to come back after blowing up the bridge, just retreat back!"

"I understand! Then I'm leaving, regiment commander, take care!" Vashkiewicz saluted, then walked out of the regiment headquarters with the messenger without looking back, and walked towards his troops' quarters.

Half an hour later, Washkiewicz arrived at Bridge A with his troops. After the addition of this fully-staffed light infantry battalion, the Polish side launched the first battalion under the command of Washkiewicz. Second attack.

Facing the aggressive Polish army with an absolute numerical superiority, the Germans did not appear to panic at all. Relying on the firepower of each MG42 machine gun, they struggled to repel the second wave of attacks. However, the two bridgeheads that formed crossfire were defeated by the Polish army. Occupied, predictably, it was only a matter of time before the Germans were wiped out.

"Company commander, why don't we retreat." A disgraced German paratrooper suggested to the company commander, "We can't hold back, and if we continue to fight like this, it can only result in the death of all of us!"

"No! The German paratroopers never retreat!" The company commander refused flatly. He glanced firmly at the Polish army on the opposite side, and then said to the soldiers with a face full of death, "Have you heard of the SS17 unit? They When they were in Barcelona, ​​facing several times their own troops, and under the premise that their superiors allowed them to retreat tactically, no one in their entire army chose to retreat. The German national gate! The SS is still fighting to the death, how can we, as the Wehrmacht and the regular army, retreat easily?"

The soldier opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, just nodded.

Soon, the Polish army on the opposite side was repaired and launched a third wave of attacks.

A few minutes later, the only two platoons of the German paratrooper company were dead and wounded, leaving only twenty or so men around their company commander, doing the last resistance.

"This German unit is really tenacious!" Vashkiewicz said in admiration, "but this kind of tenacity has no value other than unnecessary casualties on both sides of us!"

"Batch commander, I know German, why don't I go out and persuade them to give up their resistance!" An officer next to Vashkiewicz suggested himself, "This way we can reduce casualties and save time to blow up the bridge."

"Very good, you can go!" Vashkiewicz nodded with a smile and agreed, "When necessary, you can tell them that we can let them go!"

The officer nodded when he heard the words. After he saluted, he took the loudspeaker from the battalion headquarters and walked to the front line.

"The Polish warriors cease fire!" He first shouted in Polish to stop the Polish soldiers in the fierce exchange of fire, and then shouted in German that was awkward but still understood by the German paratroopers on the opposite side, "Germany on the opposite side. Brothers! Put down your weapons and stop resisting! Your senseless resistance can only increase the senseless casualties on both sides!"

The German company commander sneered when he heard the words, and replied to the Polish officer, "Stop resisting? You probably don't know the spirit of our German army!"

"What kind of military spirit?" the Polish officer said disdainfully, "German brothers, life is more valuable than any military spirit or spirit. Our battalion commander said that as long as you stop resisting, we can let you go!"

Hearing this, the German company commander felt insulted, and he shouted angrily, "Are you alms?! Are you alms?!"

Having said that, he grabbed the G41 in the hands of the soldier next to him, stood up, aimed at the terrified Polish officer, and pulled the trigger.

"Long live Germany! Long live the Führer! The German army will never retreat!"

The German company commander who stood up was undoubtedly a good target. Hundreds of Polish soldiers aimed at the roaring German company commander at the same time. The dense bullets quickly smashed the weak body of the company commander into a mass of meat sauce.

However, the German army's soul has since become as hard as steel.