Steel Soviet Union

Killing the first SS tank was just the beginning. There were more SS lunatics who turned a blind eye to the death of their comrades and rushed towards Malashenko's position.

The surging SS attacks were getting higher and higher one after another. The position that Malashenko personally led and held seemed to be shaky in the wind and rain, but it stood firm amidst the wave after wave of crumbling.

"Comrade Battalion Commander! Fasis' tanks are coming!"

Varosha, who was squatting in the trench with his head bowed, was reloading the Bobosha in his hand. Major Varosha, who had already emptied two drums one after another, had only the last reserve drum left. If this one was empty again, He would have to think of some way to get bullets, or simply throw away the Bobosha in his hand and change to a different weapon.

Before Major Varosha, who heard the sound, could react, the roaring SS tank had already crashed into his face and roared.

Feeling that the trench walls around him and the ground beneath his feet were shaking, and the bullet casings on the ground were beating constantly. Realizing that something was wrong, Major Varosha hurriedly shrank down again, and at the same time subconsciously raised his head towards He glanced directly above his head and saw the chassis of a German tank that had rolled up large amounts of mud as its tracks were speeding, slowly passing in front of him.

"Hey! Varosha, get down quickly, don't raise your head, be careful!"

The old friend Oleg, who was more than ten meters away from Major Varosha, saw this dangerous scene and hurriedly waved his hands down to signal Varosha not to raise his head too high to avoid being crushed into iron by the German tanks. Slices of meat.

But at this moment, Major Varosha had not yet waited for any reply.

Oleg, who was only worried about his old buddy, didn't notice at all that a tall SS soldier holding an MP40 suddenly appeared on the ground outside the trench beside him.

By the time Oleg reacted, it was already too late. The white-faced, blue-eyed SS soldier with a ferocious expression had already taken the lead in raising the weapon in his hand.

Da da da da da da——

A burst of long bursts of fire that was more violent than usual during a firefight suddenly sounded. His eyes in disbelief subconsciously looked down at his body that was instantly beaten into a sieve. Then, under the rapid loss of life force, like a sandbag, a head of He fell face to face and fell into the trench that was very close to him, making a rumbling sound.

"Holy shit, damn fascist bastard! Clean the toilet for your Kaiser!"

The angle at which the corpse fell was somewhat impartial, and it happened that he tilted his head and hit Oleg on the top of his helmeted head.

The moment the two Soviet-German helmets collided, there was a clanging sound. Even Oleg, who was a little dizzy from the weight of more than a hundred kilograms hitting his head, took two steps back and leaned on the trench behind him. He looked at the strange-looking German corpse in front of him with lingering fear and cursed for a while, then turned his attention to the place where the gunfire had just sounded.

"There's no next time, be careful!"

Although they were far apart and had no direct exchange of words, Oleg did read such a flavor that he could believe in the words of his old friend Varosha.

It was Varosha who shot in time to save himself, before the German tank above him could completely run over him.

He was worried about Varosha, but he was saved by Varosha. His panting with lingering fear gradually turned into a silly smile. Oleg was very happy. He immediately adjusted his mentality and picked up the submachine gun that he accidentally dropped on the ground. , shouted and immediately rushed towards the nearest enemy who had jumped into the trench.

This wave of SS armored charges was so crazy that they completely ignored the direct interception fire organized by Malashenko and just pushed forward crazily and responded with the minimum suppressive firepower. The target was very clear and only One: Rush into position as quickly as possible and engage the enemy in close combat at all costs.

Because of this, even though Malashenko, who was coordinating the overall command of the battle, had ordered all-out fire and priority to intercept enemy tanks, he could not stop the SS soldiers who had taken the wrong medicine from charging at all costs.

There were many SS tanks that were beaten into flaming balls in front of the position, but more SS tanks had already rolled onto the position and broke into the restricted area. Even the elite armored SS tanks were following closely behind. The grenadiers had jumped into the trenches.

Just fifteen minutes after arriving on the battlefield and entering the battle, the situation Malashenko faced had already turned into a close fight in which both the enemy and ourselves had to face huge casualties.

This is obviously an unfavorable situation for the Soviet heavy tank troops, which possess strong armor and sharp artillery, long-range guaranteed firepower and strong protection. How long the infantry, which is far less numerous than the SS, can persist is a huge problem.

At this point in the battle, Malashenko finally understood.

These old SS veterans who had already fought against them once had obviously figured out the true identity of this extremely difficult old opponent.

A mistake that has been made once cannot be made a second time. One time is enough for useless work. If it happens a second time, you are really an idiot and completely unworthy of the name of this elite unit of the armed SS.

So this time, knowing how abnormal the armor of the Russian steel monsters on the opposite side was, the SS armored soldiers directly changed their tactics and no longer played the useless "mid-gate sniper", and chose a method where the losses would be huge, but the advantages in the later stage were significant. Increased melee charge.

First, they broke into the Soviet defensive position and opened a hole. The Soviet heavy tanks, which had been forcibly shortened from the fighting distance, were unable to focus their fire in one direction. They had to face enemies rushing up from all directions and fire in all directions, further dispersing the already insufficient firepower. .

In addition to the addition of the armored grenadiers who accompanied them into the position, with the same chips, they can be more certain to completely crush the enemy's defense and disintegrate the position. The art of commanding war lies in this, even though it is only a company. As an enemy, Malashenko can see the tricks and tactics at a glance.

But sometimes, the simpler the trick, the more difficult it is to crack and become more powerful when supported by a greater disparity in strength.

It's like at this moment, although Malashenko can see through his opponent's tricks, he still has to be in a passive position and see the tricks, without any initiative at all.

"Don't let the German tanks get close to us! Keep a distance from them, adjust the course, reverse the vehicle, and open fire!"

Malashenko knew very well what it meant for a heavy tank to be flanked by a medium tank. Even with the blessing of an electric steering gear, it would definitely not be able to beat the smaller German tank that was racing all the way around in a small circle. This is especially fatal for the IS2 whose side armor is far less thick than the IS6.