Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Under the double attack from the air and the ground, the numerical advantage of the Soviet tanks disappeared in an instant. The remaining Soviet tanks reversed crazily, trying to escape back to the town where they started. But how could the German army let them go? The meat around the mouth. Soon, these tanks were also destroyed on the way back, and none of them could escape back to the town.

"There should be no Soviet tanks in the town, so we should be able to capture it easily." The company commander took out a map to check the surrounding terrain. "There is a bridge on the Dnieper River twenty kilometers away. We must capture that bridge as soon as possible." If the Soviets sense something is wrong and destroy the bridge, it will be troublesome for them. At that time, a new bridge will have to be built to cross the Dnieper River, which will be time-consuming and labor-intensive.

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

"Receive? It seems there is already an arrangement from above?" the company commander muttered, preparing to attack the town in accordance with the command's orders.

A company of Soviet soldiers was stationed on the bridge 20 kilometers away. At the beginning of the war, only one platoon of soldiers was stationed. As the war became tense, two more platoons of soldiers were dispatched. There are bridgeheads at both ends of the bridge, and there are machine gun positions for warning around it. Together with several defensive anti-aircraft guns, the place is considered impregnable. Explosives are even placed on the bridge piers to blow up the bridge at any time and block the German attack.

But the company commander responsible for guarding the bridge was still worried and would personally check each post every once in a while. "It's not very peaceful recently. Everyone needs to be 100% alert, but the Germans can take advantage of this opportunity."

Just as the company commander was giving a lecture, the roar of an engine was heard in the distance. Several vehicles came from behind, a GAZ M-1 car and two GAZ-AAA trucks. The GAZ M-1 sedan is a model launched by the Gorky Factory on the basis of the American Ford V8-40. From 1936 to 1941, no less than 1 sedan was produced, a large part of which was sent to the army and became the commander of the vast Soviet army. The main officer's command vehicle used by military personnel in the early stages 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 of them got excited. Although you are not afraid of ghosts knocking on your door if you have done nothing wrong, you are not afraid of ghosts actually coming to your door.

"What are they here for?" Just as everyone was whispering, several cars had already arrived. An internal affairs officer with the rank of major stepped out of the GAZ M-1 sedan.

The company commander hurried forward to greet him. "Comrade, you are..."

The major officer raised his head proudly and looked at the company commander almost with his nostrils, his tone full of contempt, as if he was born superior to others. "Are you Lotnikov?"

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

Lotnikov explained hurriedly. "That was an order from 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 until the last moment! Since your father has become a shameful traitor, you should know what punishment will be issued according to Comrade Stalin's Order No. 270, right?"

Lotnikov's face suddenly turned pale and his lips trembled. Before he could say anything, the major waved his hand, and the two soldiers standing behind dragged Lotnikov to the bridge railings, shot him dead, and threw his body directly into the river under the bridge. There was dead silence all around. The soldiers guarding the bridge watched helplessly as their company commander was thrown into the river like garbage, but no one dared to stand up and say anything. After all, they had seen too many scenes like this. If they came forward at this time, they would most likely be accused of being traitors and executed on the spot.

These people did not leave after Lotnikov was executed neatly. The major looked at the soldiers around him and ordered. "Okay, I will be in charge of the command here for the time being. Let's all go back to our respective posts and be more vigilant." Everyone dispersed numbly and returned to their respective positions.

At night, in a machine gun position, three soldiers sat blankly. They had not yet gotten over 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 don't think this is right. Comrade Lotnikov is a good comrade." Company Commander Lotnikov is recognized by everyone as a good commander. He is friendly, caring for his subordinates, strong and brave, and loves the motherland... How can such a person To label him a traitor is simply unbelievable.

The deputy shooter on the side sighed. "Who says otherwise? Comrade Lotnikov died unjustly."

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

Arriving at the shore, the filler quickly drained the water and was lifting his pants when he suddenly heard a slight noise behind him. He turned around and saw several black figures not far away in the dim moonlight.

He frowned slightly and was about to ask someone when he suddenly heard two slight cracks in 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 hard. , he fell to pieces.

"Yes, yes, people!" He wanted to warn others, but the sound he shouted was as inaudible as the buzzing of a mosquito. I just feel that my life force is passing quickly, and my eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. The last thing I saw was those dark figures heading towards the machine gun position. In the dim moonlight, he saw these people wearing the uniforms of the Ministry of Internal Affairs!

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

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

"All the bomb's fuses have also been removed."

"Tsk, tsk, this skin is really easy to use. If you execute that guy in front of them, the others won't even dare to fart."

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