Steel Soviet Union

Two hours is not long or short, you have to say it is short. Malashenko really felt that such a small amount of time would definitely not be enough to use the German stick. It would be okay if it was longer, as there could be sudden changes at any time within two hours without artillery support.

If a key point is breached and the Germans break through, Malashenko will not have any available immediate support firepower to intercept. Those IL-2s are very powerful and can continue to strike, but a premise that must be taken into account is that IL-2 is not always on call, but there is a call delay.

Looking at the response time to the previous wave of air strikes, Malashenko estimated that it would take at least twenty-five minutes from the call for help to the actual start of the air strikes. These days' electric fan planes don't fly very fast. There is a considerable time difference between taking off from the frontline field airport and actually arriving at the war zone. Twenty-five minutes is considered fast enough to give face.

"Damn it, why do things get so messed up at the critical moment? Can't you let me complete my plan?"

The distraught Malashenko had no choice but to secretly curse at his bad luck. In the final analysis, wars have to be fought, and it is just the difference between a rich war and a poor war.

Although some of the expected advantages were lost and variables appeared, Malashenko, who calmed down and thought about it carefully, did not feel that the situation was so bad.

The advantage is still in his own hands, and the Germans who were blown to pieces will still face three-sided attacks carefully arranged by themselves.

As long as his troops advance quickly and fight hard enough, they can still beat the Germans to death in this hellish place. It's better to have support, but it's fine without support. You guys have fought countless battles that are more difficult than eating shit. How can you be afraid that you won't be able to win such a battle?

"Damn it, I still don't believe it, I must kill these fascists today!"

There is no eternal banquet in the world, and the roar of artillery fire will eventually dissipate.

When the last artillery shell fell and exploded on the German position, the German position, which had been bombarded by unimaginable destructive firepower for a full fifty minutes, was dead silent and silent. Dotted with huge craters connected together and criss-crossing, the Germans' simple starting position turned into a lunar surface.

Before there was any movement on the German position to organize troops to prepare for defense, a leisurely earth tremor quickly approached and became more intense as the seconds passed, so much so that even the shattered earth and rubbish on the ground were shaking and dancing.

"Oh my god, have the Germans been blown into the ground along with their positions? This doesn't look like a military position at all. The land that has been plowed in the spring in my village is not so miserable.

When the snow melts in winter and flowers bloom in spring, it is the best season of the year for sowing and plowing. Of course, it is also the busiest time for farmers. Plowing the ground for sowing is a must-do at this time. The plowed land is densely connected and has changed the surface landform. Compared with the winter when the snow melted, it is completely different and the scene is completely different.

Iushkin, who grew up in the village, had never seen the scene during spring plowing, but even so, Iushkin still felt that the Germans' position was more severely overturned. Compared with this, farmers plowing the ground during spring plowing are like playing house. The scene seen with the naked eye can almost be said to have blasted the entire surface that was originally placed here into the ground.

There were actually not too many German corpses and weapon remnants that could be seen on the position. Most of them were buried on the spot after the earth-shaking shelling threw up the debris that fell all over the sky. So much so that even the remains of vehicles that were set on fire by the bombing were extinguished by the falling clods of earth and were half buried in the ground.

What Iushkin could see was only a few parts of an arm and a leg scattered everywhere, either buried in the soil, or directly covered by a layer of floating soil. The destroyed technical equipment and gun remains were very fragmented and scattered everywhere. The conspicuous half of a Mauser 98K rifle was inserted right in front of half of the head, looking like a tombstone.

"There is no need to collect the corpses of the Germans, at least most of them. This is not a shelling at all, this is burying the Germans alive in the true sense, Comrade Commander."

Iushkin, who was holding the gunner's new wide-angle periscope, let out continuous exclamations and sighs. Malashenko, who could also see this scene from his commander's periscope, also had a special feeling in his heart.

Comrade Lao Ma still underestimated the power of this wave of artillery bombardment, and directed the firepower of the field artillery cluster at the front level onto the heads of the Germans at the division level. Moreover, it was an enhanced version of the unison bombardment for a full fifty minutes.

This would really be a weird thing if the German guy hadn't been blown up into a bird like this.

"That's a good thing, Iushkin, it just saves us a lot of trouble."

Malashenko's answer and comment were only one sentence, and then he picked up the radio transmitter at hand and pressed the button to give the order.

"Each vehicle crew maintains its formation and continues to move forward. Inform the infantry to search for remnants and wounded soldiers after boarding the position. Those who are seriously injured or judged to be dangerous can be directly shot to repair them. There is no time to waste time on this kind of crap."

Malashenko has a very clear attitude towards prisoners. If you are still willing to cooperate obediently if nothing happens, then I can spare your life and go to the rear to help build socialism and reform through labor, and enjoy the ultimate Siberian farmhouse. experience.

But if you are seriously injured and are hanging on for your last breath, or if you are still holding a gun handle, a knife handle, a grenade, etc. in your hand, you are unwilling to cooperate. Then there is no need for my friend to waste his words and time on you. I will reward you with a peanut and hurry up to reunite with your gang of friends who set out on the road first.

One less piece of trash and one less mouth to eat and drink, which saves the motherland from wasting food and medicine. It is better to have a dog to guard the home than to have such a big fascist stick.

As for the bullshit inhumanity and the treatment of prisoners, Malashenko scoffed and disdained to consider it.

When the Germans pulled out all the Communists, political commissars, and Jews from the prisoner ranks and executed them, did they think about what inhumanity and prisoner treatment meant?

Feng shui turns and the emperor comes to my house. If you can do the first grade of junior high school, I can do the fifteenth grade.

Since you dared to do this in the first place, you must be prepared for revenge. If you don't have the consciousness to be your horse's conqueror, go home and eat shit.

boom--

Da da da--

Bang bang——

The successive gunshots did not move Malashenko's expression in the slightest. His compassion for Fascism had already been directly eliminated from his own humanity and dictionary by Malashenko.