Soon four were in view, driving hard down the road, heading straight for the bridge.
“What the name of fucking Davy Crockett’s balls is going on here?”
Jablinski wheeled, his immediate instinct to attack halted by the menacing barrel of the grease gun.
Momentarily panicking that his sacrifice might now come to nothing, the Soviet agent checked the advancing column, the lead vehicle of which was already on the apron of the bridge.
Shouting in excited German, he waved desperately at the bodies, slowly edging his way nearer the electronic detonator.
The moment came, as the American NCO noticed the bayonet sticking out of the back of the dead man’s head.
A punch knocked the American to the ground, and he threw himself forward.
The wire was not connected.
“Govno!”
His fingers, trembling with excess energy and fear in equal measure, twisted the wire, and made the connection.
The stunned NCO pushed himself up on his elbows, shaking his head.
The Soviet agent snatched up the radioman’s Garand and fired twice, both bullets hitting the groggy American.
Jablinski checked again, the Buffaloes perfectly positioned on the Berg Bridge.
He twisted the arming lever, and sent a charge of electrical energy to the detonators in the demolition charges.
Every head in the relief column swivelled in an instant, the huge explosion unmistakeably marking the end of the bridge.
Those close enough watched fascinated as two fireballs described golden arches in the sky, each one consisting of approximately sixteen and a half tons of metal and containing thirty souls.
The two Buffaloes crashed to the ground, one on the edge of the canal, the other onto the roof of the house nearest the bridge, killing and burning some of the 4th’s infantrymen stationed there.
Two other Buffaloes were wrecked, both flipped over on the sides by the shock wave.
Over one hundred Americans had died in a fraction of a second.
Jablinski spared himself a moment of celebration before slipping away unseen.
On the eastern bank of the canal, Oberstleutnant Von Hardegen ripped his eyes away from the bloody mess and consulted his map.
Despite the excellence of his IR weapons, the day was nearly upon them, and daylight would be a great leveller, as would the sheer numbers of the enemy.
A decision was needed, and quickly.
Such a decision was made and communicated, again the training and expertise of ‘Europa’ showing as the armoured pocket moved southwards.
Soviet guardsmen in Urmond stood and fought back, one of the Falke halftracks dying messily with its crew.
Securing their flank on Heksenberg, the relief column moved towards the new crossing point, south of Stein, where one damaged bridge stood waiting for them, also wired for demolition, but, Von Hardegen hoped, not placed in the hands of some lunatic, like at Berg.
The 3rd Kompagnie, pushing along the western edge of the rail yards, barrelled into an unsuspecting Soviet unit, sat waiting, ready to move up to Stein when summoned.
The 6th Pontoon Bridge Brigade, a brigade in name only since the USAAF attack on Limburg, lay waiting to back up the advance. If the enemy blew the crossing, the plan was to rapidly deploy its engineer bridge, once the enemy had been pushed away from the river, to permit the heavy tanks of the 2nd Red Banner Central European Front to cross the Maas.
Despite an influx of manpower, mainly former POW’s, the 6th was still only at two-thirds strength. The engineer unit had received some new equipment straight from the Motherland, but lacked much of the heavy bridging equipment it needed, and was low on transport.
3rd Kompagnie swept through the engineer’s deployment area, the Panzer IV crews enjoying the opportunity to slaughter lined up vehicles and machine-gun helpless men in the open expanse of the large rail yard.
The eight-minute action saw the 6th sustain 60% casualties, lose the vast majority of their best equipment, and all of their remaining barges.
As Von Hardegen had ordered, the two Puma armoured cars pressed ahead and crossed the Stein Bridge, accompanied by a jeep containing Bud Harper and four of his men.
With little explanation, the Glider Colonel and his boys took post with the Engineer officer, backed up by the impressive looking Puma’s, their sole purpose to ensure that there was no repeat of the Berg debacle.
Again leading the way, the Buffaloes of the Northamptonshire Yeomanry, blazed over the bridge, this time achieving the relative safety of the west bank, and Belgian soil.
A German Pioniere officer, attached to ‘Europa’, had arrived at Stein shortly after Harper, his experienced eye there to examine the damaged structure and report the problems back to Von Hardegen.
A quick discussion with the British liaison officer from the 52nd RTR established the weights of the different vehicles in the relief column, and the kangaroos were halted, to permit the lighter vehicles to cross first.
After each crossing, the Pioniere officer gave an update on the bridge condition.
A small force of IS-II’s appeared, pushing up from Beek, and it clashed with the Panthers of 2nd Kompagnie.
This time, the Soviet tankers were on a more even footing, and they left three destroyed German tanks behind them before withdrawing from the field, an equal number of their own now smoking and quiet.
The ‘Europa’s’ sole recovery tank, an original field conversion from a Panther D, moved forward to recover the one vehicle that had not been smashed apart by the heavy 122mm shells. The BergePanther crew worked quickly, connecting towropes, dragging the heavily damaged vehicle with them, and into the relative safety of the buildings of Elsloo.
Soviet artillery started to fall, lending speed to the evacuation efforts.
The fact that the bursts stayed well clear of the Stein bridges was not wasted on the Allied troopers, so vehicles and men pressed closer to the river, avoiding most of the high-explosive.
The last 6x6 lorry had crossed, and the Kangaroos were now moving, carrying the exhausted 101st troopers to safety.
A Soviet infantry assault struck Elsloo, threatening the southern flank.
Marion Crisp had not yet crossed the canal, and organised a rapid counter-attack, a mixed force of German and US paratroopers throwing the Russian Guardsmen back, and away from the bridge.
In Stein itself, the 52nd RTR had little problem bringing up the rear, as the Soviet forces seemingly lacked the will to pursue the relief force.
Suddenly, the situation changed, as an M4 Sherman was wreathed in flames from numerous Molotov cocktails.
The British unit stalled as more petrol bombs were launched from the surrounding buildings, Guardsmen from the 25th Mechanised’s Engineer company surrounding the main route of escape.
Again, the Vampir troopers, supported by some Fallschirmjager and Belgian fusiliers, counter-attacked.
In the early morning light, made brighter by the flames of buildings and tanks, the Belgians were halted by fierce resistance based around two DP’s firing from a bakery.
A platoon of the Vampir troopers moved right, flanking the bakery, but were held up by another similar block of engineers.
Von der Heydte moved his force to the left, and drove into the flank of the Soviet engineers, opening up an alternate route down Bosweg, avoiding the danger zone.
Not without cost, as a dozen more of his Fallschirmjager fell in the action.
Running beside the paratrooper officer, Bosicki gasped as the rifle bullet slammed into him, sending him flying into a shell hole on the junction of Daggeweide and Bosweg.
Von der Heydte stopped to check the NCO.