Steel Soviet Union

Today's Alsim and Sulovechenko, as well as all the remaining comrades in the entire company, are obviously different from the combat attire of the past.

The poncho, which is only taken out when it rains, has been put on. This is of course not to prevent cloudy and rainy weather, but has a special meaning according to the request of the division commander.

"By the way, have you brought everything? Don't leave it behind."

Without even thinking about it, he knew what Alsim was referring to, and Sulovechenko answered without thinking.

"Don't worry, I've brought it all. I've brought the flag, the flagpole, and your knife."

"But why don't you bring that sword with you? Maybe it will come in handy. It's a serious saber used for fighting."

Alsim himself couldn't say why, maybe it was out of a subconscious habit. In short, he had no intention of bringing that knife into battle, so he couldn't explain too much, so he could only answer casually.

"That's an item of honor. Just keep it with the flag and bring it to the roof when the time comes. Don't consider anything else."

"Okay, you have the final say."

The conversation between Alsim and Sulovechenko did not last long, just a moment later, as the morning sun slowly rose from the horizon.

The artillery group under the Leader Division, which had prepared enough artillery shells in advance and had been recuperating all night, immediately began an extremely violent and probably the last "early morning speech" in the entire Patriotic War.

Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo——

This is the sound of Katyusha and Andryusha rocket launchers firing intensively and screaming into the sky.

Boom boom boom boom——

This is the earth-shaking sound of the ISU-152 and ISU-152A self-propelled artillery clusters.

An overwhelming barrage of blazing projectiles and clusters of rockets roared in, and the intensity was like a sea of ​​fire falling from the sky.

In the mid-air before landing, a storm of red flames visible to the naked eye gathered together, raining down judgment on the Nazi fanatics in the King's Square who knew that their time was running out.

Boom—Boom—

Rumble——

The coverage of the shelling was so wide that not only did it cover all the Nazi defenders in King's Square, including the blind spots, without even landing, many shells and rockets even hit the outer wall of the Parliament Building. Above, there was a loud explosion.

"Damn, did you see it? This thing is really hard! When the 152 grenade hits it, it will break into pieces and fall down. It can't penetrate the wall! If you don't hit it along the window, it will probably scratch some skin."

Sulovechenko, who was looking at the Western scene with a telescope in his hand, could not help but be a little surprised, even surprised. The ridiculously hard defense of the Capitol Building really gave the Slavs a little German shock.

"Didn't Comrade Division Commander say that last time? Stone buildings are like this. However, the target of this round of artillery fire is not the broken building. The people hiding inside can still survive for a while, but those in the open air in the square That’s another story.”

As Alsim said, although everyone is a Nazi, at this moment, between the two groups of Nazis in the Parliament Building and in the King's Square, the actual treatment they are facing is really a world of difference. Don't.

A huge amount of shells hit the defenders on King's Square, causing their arms and legs to fly around and killing them on the spot.

Even though the King's Square is regarded as a key defense area, many anti-gun bunkers and even permanent fortifications reinforced with steel plates and concrete have been built. But all this still seemed a little pale and feeble in the face of the tsunami-like bombardment.

With a caliber as huge as the 152 Shenjiao, one round can blow up the entire semi-buried artillery-proof cave and the people in it, blowing it to pieces.

The Andlyusa rocket launcher has the same power as the "giant heartless tank" TOS-1, and the destructive effect of one falling shot is even more incredible.

Even if it is a German bunker with armor reinforcement on the top and a thick layer of concrete, the only outcome of being hit by this huge justice is that the upper half disappears in place, leaving only half of the ruins, which proves that here There had been a bunker, but that was it.

The defenders in the Capitol can survive for the time being. If they want to, they can even smoke a cigarette in a relatively safe position and watch their comrades in King's Square having great fun through live broadcast. It’s not impossible.

The crazy artillery fire did not last long. The small area of ​​​​the artillery fire poured out enough artillery fire in a short period of time. It was useless to fire more, and the effect was so low that it was almost useless. Have fun.

"It's almost time, it's our turn! Get ready!"

Standing in front of the ruins of the opera house that had just been captured yesterday as a starting position, everyone in the Volga siege team, including Alsim, was ready to go, as if they were ready to go. Give an order.

When the familiar No. 177 IS7 tank, which was like a "battlefield mobile morale projection amplifier", not only issued the order "Start attacking!" but also fired the first direct-aimed bombardment. Countless people holding steel guns and full armor At this moment, the armed Red Army soldiers jumped out of the trenches and roared loudly.

"For the motherland! Long live the leader! Comrades! Attack!"

"Ula!!!"

U-la——

One of the benefits of capturing the Lower Opera House is that the attack distance is greatly shortened, so that the actual distance between the offensive starting position and the contact line of the German defense zone is so close that there is no need to take an infantry tank to charge, and only traditional infantry steps are needed. Just use tank coordination tactics.

The final offensive in the entire Patriotic War officially began in this scene.

The extremely crazy and cruel enemy did not give up the fight. They were exactly the same as the SS fanatics they encountered yesterday, and could even be said to be even worse.

Every SS soldier was roaring, roaring, and screaming with any weapon at hand that could fire, and fired wildly at the Russian army that was moving in like a wall.

The IS7 heavy tank, which was harvesting death like crazy, was firing on all cylinders. The numerous machine guns on its body and its main gun were all fired at the same time. It even used the main gun to fire directly at the German trenches and foxholes from as close as fifty meters away. .

The huge explosion set off a boiling heat wave, and the heat wave was filled with splashing blood.

The distance was so close that even Alsim, who was following closely behind his own tank, could feel the scalding temperature and the feeling of smelly, sour black blood being splashed onto his hands.

"Up! Get into the trenches! Quick!"

The huge IS7 heavy tank rumbled past the first trench, stopped between the first and second trenches, and continued to fire.

The SS soldier suddenly stood up in the trench, holding a cluster grenade in his hand, facing the butt and back of the IS7's head, ready to throw it; the other SS soldier beside him pointed in the opposite direction, raising the STG44 assault rifle in his hand to attack. Aim for the oncoming enemy.

But their final fate was the same, and none of them had effective attacks that resulted in actual results. Even before the grenades were thrown and the gun line was aimed, they were swept into a sieve by the 62mm intermediate-power rifle bullets splashed with water, and they were on the spot. Jump on the street.

Alsim dodged and jumped into the trench, stepping on the fresh corpses that were soft and spurting blood. Without taking a breath, Alsim waved his hand and immediately rushed towards the next target he had spotted.

"Don't stop, come with me! Come this way, quickly!"