Steel Soviet Union

call out--

"Bombardment! Concealment!"

The roaring sound like an old train whistle broke through the early morning silence and resounded throughout the sky. Just after hearing it for the first time, I immediately realized what the sound represented. Before Malashenko's loud reminder sounded, Then there was a sudden loud explosion.

boom--

Boom boom boom——

One after another, huge explosions swept through the whole village and shook the earth. Malashenko, who was in the brigade command post in the center of the village, felt that the ground was shaking under his feet, and the soil above the wooden structure above his head felt like rain. Generally, it keeps falling downwards, as if it is the end of the world.

As the saying goes, there are no tigers in the mountains, but monkeys dominate.

Without the suppression of the Soviet field artillery group, which was their biggest opponent, the German artillery, which felt as if its combat effectiveness had doubled, once again began to show off its power in the early morning.

Almost all the artillery that could reach the village were mobilized. The three elite SS divisions that surrounded the village poured out their maximum firepower and blasted wildly.

The Red Army soldiers, who had no possibility of fighting back, had no choice but to be beaten.

The shell-proof holes and temporary air-raid shelters between various positions and trenches have become the best places to avoid shelling.

As long as the German-made artillery, which is slightly less powerful and far less violent than the Red Army artillery, does not hit directly, most of the soldiers hiding in the anti-gun caves can withstand this wave of shelling and survive.

These renovated and expanded fortified position defenses and bunkers were all built overnight under Malashenko's order. Although doing this will inevitably prevent the soldiers who have fought a tough day and have to deal with an even more brutal and fierce battle tomorrow to have a good rest, it is still better than being bombarded by German aircraft and cannons before they wake up.

And when these fortification bunkers built overnight came into use, the soldiers hiding in the caves and feeling the enemy's crazy artillery fire were all grateful for the achievements they had made last night.

Even those soldiers who were complaining to some extent because they could not get a good night's sleep could only express their admiration for Comrade Brigade Commander's far-sightedness and wise decision-making, but had nothing to say.

After all, without these seemingly simple temporary bunkers and rudimentary fortifications, the casualties caused by this wave of enemy shelling might have been many times more than if there was a place to hide.

Perhaps because of the rush and running out of time, this menacing wave of German shelling came and went quickly.

When the shelling, which lasted less than twenty minutes in total, came to an end, Malashenko, who was covered in dust, had already taken off the tank cap and weapons hanging on the wall. Accompanying him was Lavri, who was also ready to go. Nian Ke.

"Be careful and remember to come back alive!"

Political Commissar Petrov and Malashenko are already a pair of partners who have a good understanding of each other. In past battles, Political Commissar Petrov rarely had much contact with Malashenko, who was preparing to go to the battlefield before leaving. Lots of communication. After all, most of the emotions between men are not expressed in words. It is a woman's behavior to wipe a few tears after talking a lot of nonsense.

But this time, facing the back of Malashenko, who was walking away with a submachine gun on his back and a tank cap tilted on his head, Commissar Petrov said such a sentence without warning, which was extremely rare.

It seems that someone can guess what political commissar Petrov was thinking that made him say such words at the current moment.

Malashenko, who had already reached the door, stopped, turned his head slightly and glanced at Lavrinenko beside him. He got the expected affirmation and encouragement from his good brother's eyes, and then he After firming up his will, he waved his hand behind his back and walked away without looking back.

"We will meet again, Uncle Peter, just like before."

The words left behind by the departing figure echoed in the command post. The soldiers fighting in the same tank were already making final preparations, just waiting for the arrival of their comrade, the tank commander.

"I have a hunch, Iushkin, I always feel that those Germans will go completely crazy today. Don't ask me why, I don't even know, but I just have this indescribable feeling."

Kirill, who was sitting on the turret, was muttering to himself. Iushkin, who was already standing half inside the tank and with his upper body sticking out of the turret, looked nonchalant and lit a cigarette while replying to Kirill. road.

"I'm different from you. As long as I stay in this tank and Malashenko is by my side, I have never been afraid of any enemy. Even if I die in the next second, my body will be blown up and burned by shells. I will accept it all happily until there is no scum left, and it has always been like this.”

The car that had been moved by Seryozha heard tremors and roars. Kirill, who also had a cigarette in his hand and had just lit it, turned around, with an expression on his face that was obviously a bit unbelievable. .

"We have been fighting together for such a long time. Do you mean to say that I am scared? Is that so?"

Iushkin, who expected that Kirill would say this, immediately grinned, and while puffing away his words, he replied with a smile to Kirill beside him.

"I think too much. Don't I understand what kind of person you are? You are my most trusted ace loader. If it were anyone else, I would be the first one not to do it. I swear."

Iushkin laughed like this. Kirill, who was a little serious at first and couldn't turn around, realized that Iushkin, a talkative guy, was joking with him again. He grinned and then continued He touched Iushkin's head with his elbow as punishment.

"Okay, okay, college students, our comrade commander is here. Put your artistic skills away, now is the time to kill the Germans."

It's not a bad thing to joke around and relieve the tense nerves when the war is about to begin. I saw Kirill and Iushkin from a distance, and Malashenko, who was sitting on the tank and laughing, walked up to them and took three steps together. In two steps, he climbed onto the tank turret in one go and joined in, smiling and speaking.

"The SS bastards have washed their necks and come to be slaughtered. Are you ready?"

Malashenko, who was the last one to enter the turret, closed the hatch above his head, and what followed was Iushkin's still smiling and cheerful answer.

"Of course, it's just that there is no saber, only the shiny cannonballs loaded by Kirill waiting for those fascist lackeys."

The roar of steel sounded at the same time. The German Zoo, which had broken free from the cage, and the steel hammer of the loving father Stalin were dispatched at the same time, moving towards each other. A battle that could determine the fate of too many people has slowly begun.