Steel Soviet Union

"Fire! Send those German guys' metal garbage to me!"

Boom boom boom——

122 Heirloom No. 4 and Sanbaldy are indeed very luxurious, and the consequences are devastating.

Most of the King Tigers and Black Panthers that were taken away by the 122 gun can still have barely complete tank wreckage, but for the No. 4 and Sanbald, which have fragile armor and extremely small space inside the vehicle, 122mm projectiles The explosive aftereffects caused by this terrifying warhead charge are completely destructive.

Under Malashenko's roaring order, the heavy tanks of the Second Regiment only fired the first salvo after driving out of the position, and took away a large number of German troops in a huge wave of flames and explosions. tank.

The group of German armored soldiers who were left as scapegoats were already of low quality and had few good vehicles. They were just rubbish like the bottom four and three bald men. More importantly, they were not many in number, with less than two. Only ten cars.

Such a violent first wave of ferocious attacks directly cut the total number of tanks of the German rear group in half. The violent explosions were filled with scattered armor fragments and remains of parts. The German infantry who sought cover and fought around the tanks were also in bad luck.

What it looks like in a parking lot that has been hit by a tornado, what it looks like when the ammunition explodes around the tanks. One or two of them are swept into a sieve, torn to pieces, and then fell into a pool of blood.

"What the hell! The Russian heavy tanks are concentrating fire on us. We're dead!"

"Don't worry about that, those T43s are already coming! Get the Iron Fist and deal with them first! Hurry!"

"No retreat! Fight, keep fighting! Our mission is to delay"

call out--

boom--

A German officer who held up a Walther pistol and shouted an order didn't even have time to finish his words. An 85mm high-explosive bomb that flew straight from nowhere exploded at his feet, breaking through a large area. of craters.

The body was annihilated and dissipated in just an instant. The surrounding German soldiers did not even have time to see how their commander was missing. They only saw that where a person should have been standing after the explosion, now only a person was left. The crater, as well as the fragments of flesh and blood and remains of meat paste that could no longer be distinguished as to which part of the human body it was.

"We will be like this! We will be like him!!! Fuck the war, I don't want to die! I want to surrender, I want the Russians to surrender!!!"

"Surrender? Do you think the Russians will let you go if you surrender? Don't get too fancy!"

"I can't care if you don't surrender, so don't fucking stop others! Get out of my way!"

boom--

"Ah! Legs, legs, my legs!"

The brief but fierce argument was once again ruthlessly interrupted by the roar of explosions. The two comrades who were still arguing all saw the man not far away whose legs were blown to pieces with blood, and even his pale thigh bones were broken. The poor hapless guy was exposed and howling loudly.

The tragic scene with great visual impact always comes so directly, so suddenly and quickly. The two people who were still arguing just now have all closed their mouths in unison. To describe it more accurately, it should be that I don’t know what to say anymore or what to argue about. It’s even unclear whether there is any meaning in continuing to argue.

"We were abandoned, right?"

"Yes, it was like this the moment I was left behind."

"Then we are still responsible! I don't even want to be a soldier! If those bastards hadn't forced me to come, who would be willing to wear this dog's skin and come to Russia to be shot? I won't do it!"

The transformation from complaints to actual actions came quite quickly. When Malashenko was planning to use the last salvo to send all the remaining German troops on the road, which was no longer a company, he chose The white rag strip on the head of the Mauser rifle has slowly risen from behind the wreckage of the tank.

"Please please stop firing! You have won and we have decided to surrender!"

Listening to this poor German-flavored Russian, looking at the German white flag that he had not seen for some time, Malashenko couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth with a slight arc, and finally smiled and spoke.

"Yes, this is the wise choice."

The Red Army soldiers who set off from their positions and charged outward were very fast. Along with their own medium tanks that opened the way, they quickly rushed to the German positions and killed all the surrendered German troops who were listless and had completely lost their will to fight. After being disarmed, they were all gathered together for easy management. This experience of dealing with prisoners was obviously extremely familiar.

Seeing such a scene from the commander's periscope in his hand, Malashenko realized that the short battle in front of him was over. He immediately pushed open the turret hatch above his head and stretched out his entire upper body. Go out.

"Comrade division commander, what should we do with these German prisoners?"

Malashenko, who had just stepped out of the turret, didn't have time to look around. Then he heard someone calling him from the side of the car. He subconsciously looked back and found that it was an infantry lieutenant saluting him and asking questions. .

Looking at the German prisoners of war who had been escorted in line in front of him and who were all waiting calmly, Malashenko, who really had no interest in these guys, then waved his hand at the group of German prisoners like swatting away flies. , open your mouth and give orders.

"Get them all away! We don't have time to deal with this bunch of naughty garbage! Leave it to the comrades of the infantry division who are helping us to defend the position. We are all considered their prisoners. Our division has a bigger mouthful of meat waiting to eat!"

"Yes, Comrade Commander!"

It was only after he drove the car out of the position and arrived at the remains of the battlefield that Malashenko had time to take a closer look at the hell-like scene in front of him.

Countless German tank wrecks are scattered all over the battlefield. Some of them are lying on the battlefield like unclaimed zombie vehicles, with their heads tilted. Others are like a crematorium with full firepower, burning like a crematorium. No, who knows how long these German guys’ one-stop service urns will have to burn to the end.

After sniffing the strange mixed smell of gunpowder, gasoline, and blood in the air, Malashenko, who frowned, just pinched his nose, as if to make it feel better, and then stopped driving. After staying outside for too long, he returned to his position as commander once the hatch cover was closed.

"Each vehicle crew continues to move forward and catch up with the pursuing troops of the 1st and 3rd regiments as soon as possible! The distance between the vehicles is spread out and a dispersed assault formation is used. The infantrymen get on the vehicles and set off immediately!"