Chapter 175: The Polish Campaign (38)

Platoon leader Hans led two squads of soldiers to move forward carefully. Just now, they encountered a big hole blown up by an aerial bomb on the road. It was at least a 250-kilogram big guy. The tank couldn't get through, so they could only wait for the engineers behind to fill the hole before they could move forward.

However, Hans didn't want to stay with the tank and do nothing, so he led his soldiers to continue to move forward.

After walking carefully for a while, they saw a police station in front of them at a corner. At this time, the steps of the police station were full of sandbags, and more than a dozen black muzzles of guns stretched out from behind the sandbags. In the three-story police station building, several windows were also sealed tightly with wooden boards. People behind the sandbags could be vaguely seen, aiming their weapons at the street.

Hans, who knew Polish, shouted at the top of his voice. "Listen, people on the opposite side, surrender obediently, and you won't be killed if you surrender your guns!!"

He was responded by a row of crackling bullets, but Hans and his men were hiding in the corner, and the bullets didn't hurt them at all.

"A bunch of idiots!" Hans spat in disdain. "Communicator, call for air support!"

The signalman carried a tactical radio. After all, the primitive big-phone-like walkie-talkie used by the sniper team has not yet been mass-produced and popularized throughout the army.

However, this tactical radio is already very advanced. If the conditions are good, it can make smooth voice calls with the same series of products within a range of 5 kilometers. At the same time, it can also use Morse code to communicate with higher-level units remotely with a key. With this kind of communication equipment, the German army's troop movements will become more flexible and changeable, and the troops' emergency response capabilities for emergencies will be strengthened. There will no longer be a messenger running breathlessly in the hail of bullets, but the message he conveyed is outdated. The commander can keep in touch with the front line, get first-hand intelligence in time, and respond to it immediately.

It should be noted that the similar American Galvin Company CSR300 radio will not be finalized and produced until 1943.

Germany's electronic technology is not weaker than that of the United States. As long as there is enough material and financial support, plus a little correct guidance (to prevent them from clicking the wrong technology tree), they can completely stand out from the crowd.

After a while, the communicator reported. "Platoon leader, the Stuka will come in five minutes, let's make a mark."

Hans nodded. "Jason, help me take out the grenade launcher, and a red signal grenade."

The soldier named Jason took out a grenade launcher and a grenade from Hans' backpack. Hans took the grenade launcher and fixed it under the barrel of the MP44. This grenade launcher is a copy of the Soviet GP-25 40mm gun-mounted grenade launcher, which has many characteristics such as excellent performance, simple structure, durability, and easy operation. There are no rails like Picatinny rails now. However, this launcher can be put on the barrel, and the fixing buckle can be pressed in to use. No tools are required for loading and unloading, and loading and unloading are quite fast.

After fixing the launcher, Hans stuffed the signal grenade into the launch tube, waited quietly for a while, and heard the dull roar of the engine from the sky.

He turned slightly to the side, pulled the trigger at the police station, and retracted before the other party fired back.

The grenade fell into the yard of the police station and began to emit a lot of red smoke. When the Poles realized that something was wrong and wanted to pick up the grenade and throw it away, it was too late. The Stuka, which had circled in the sky for half a circle, began to dive, and the sound of the buzzer gradually changed from low to high, and finally turned into a heart-wrenching hell roar.

The screaming made the Poles on the ground terrified, and they looked up in horror at the plane that was diving straight towards them.

"Oh my God! The plane is coming! Run!"

Some Poles encountered the bombing of the Stuka for the first time. They thought the plane was going to hit them, and they were in a mess, even turning a deaf ear to the loud reprimands of their superiors.

Unfortunately, before they could run a few steps, the 500-kilogram aerial bomb on the Stuka rack had already fallen, hitting the roof of the police station building at a speed of nearly 1,000 kilometers. The not-so-thick concrete roof could not withstand the huge impact at all, and the bomb fell from the top of the third floor to the first floor.

The Polish man guarding the corridor on the first floor looked at the huge bomb with a twitch in his mouth. Before he could run away, the small propeller at the tail of the bomb slowly stopped.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Hans and his men clearly felt the huge shock wave transmitted to their feet.

I saw scorching flames spraying out from every window, accompanied by a huge explosion. The whole building was like a can burst by flames, expanding rapidly until it could not bear it, and it collapsed into pieces. The shock wave of the explosion turned the building debris into deadly shells, shooting in all directions. At the same time, the flames did not dissipate in the explosion but spread wildly, rolling outward like waves.

"Oh, this is too exaggerated." Hans couldn't help but sigh. He saw dust flying all over the sky, and everything he saw was gray. Even the air he breathed in felt like it was burning. He didn't expect the bomber to drop such an exaggerated bomb. In his opinion, a bomb of about 250 kilograms could easily deal with this place.

In any case, this big guy helped them clear the obstacles neatly. Hans and his group walked through the ruins and were about to move forward when they suddenly saw a figure flashing through the window of a building in front of them.

"Hide!" Everyone quickly found a shelter and hid, pointing their guns at the window. But they saw a wooden stick with a white cloth hanging on it tremblingly sticking out of the window. "We surrender! Don't shoot! We surrender!" Someone inside shouted in broken German, his voice full of confusion and fear. ?

"Throw your weapons out of the window!" Hans yelled. "Come out with your hands raised high, let me see that you have no weapons in your hands!"

Dozens of scattered rifles were thrown out of the window, and the Poles seemed to be still worried and shouted. "Don't shoot! We're out! Don't fire!"

"Come out, I promise I won't fire!"

A few seconds later, a haggard Polish soldier came out of the building, holding his hands high, holding a white handkerchief in his hand, his neck tucked into his coat, his eyes full of fear and pleading.

Hans waved at him. "Where are the others? Come out! "

Polish soldiers walked out of the building one after another, about a platoon. These Polish soldiers squatted together in frustration, looking at the police station building that was bombed to pieces with shock and fear. It seems that they were afraid that the next bomb would fall on the building where they were hiding, so they decided to surrender.

Having captured so many people at once, Hans was in a very good mood. He took out a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches from his pocket and threw them to the prisoners.