Steel Soviet Union

The 85mm high-explosive shell loaded into the gun barrel suddenly rushed out of the gun barrel like an arrow. The red muzzle fire and the shock wave instantly caused the snow in front of the tank to collapse and fly into the air, causing fog to float in the air. The German army, which was fighting the enemy's Soviet infantry group until it was too late to fight, did not notice the incoming roar of death.

boom--

The powerful impact produced when the 85 mm high-explosive bomb exploded was accompanied by a fiery ball of fire, which instantly swallowed up everything around it. The German troops were holding weapons in their hands and lined up in a dense formation to pour firepower on the incoming Soviet infantry. The soldiers were unable to dodge, and the entire infantry squad was instantly transformed into blood mist and debris amid the flames and flying snow.

The sudden explosion of artillery shells on the position finally attracted the attention of other German soldiers around them. The last wails of several German soldiers who were not yet dead and whose intestines were hanging out of their bodies sounded so miserable. But compared with these, those who were fighting from The steel behemoths and accompanying Soviet infantry rushing towards them from the flanks looked much more terrifying.

"Damn it! The Russian heavy tanks! Those KVs! We need reinforcements on the flanks, stop them, quick!"

The embarrassing situation of fighting on two sides at the same time is by no means good news for any army in the world.

On the front is a pure Soviet infantry offensive echelon with up to three fully equipped infantry divisions, and on the side is the Malashenko Guards Heavy Tank Regiment with a few infantry rushing over like a tiger down the mountain.

Through many battles since the war began, the German soldiers have deeply experienced the power of the KV1 heavy tank. Knowing that this huge steel beast is far more difficult to deal with than the T34, the German soldiers are almost on the verge of collapse.

In the past, there were only a few or more than a dozen KV heavy tanks, but now they were densely packed in the wind and snow as far as the eye could see. Such a terrifying scene was something that the German soldiers had never seen in their nightmares.

"God, have the Russians gathered all their KVs? I've never seen so many KVs. What should we do? Max."

The trembling voice of the young soldier next to him made the German squad leader named Max feel instantly upset. As a German-French man, when he first joined the Wehrmacht, he was often teased by his colleagues and comrades because of his blood relationship. But even so, he still proved himself step by step through his own efforts and became the squad leader.

Although the official position is not big, the important thing is that he has been recognized by his superiors. This important significance is obviously more gratifying to Max than the so-called official position.

But it is precisely because of this that one of the things that Max, who has always hated and resented his German-French mixed-race identity, most disliked was the behavior of his comrades and colleagues who had pure Germanic blood according to the head of state. Max, who is far inferior to him and even timid in battle, and the sober-minded Herman, belong to two completely different types of people. Because of the fanaticism in his heart, Max feels that this is a stain on the honor of the military.

"Look at your appearance, Quart! Even those French women are much stronger than you now! Joan of Arc, do you know who Joan of Arc is?! It doesn't matter if you don't know, because even a woman is better than you Be strong now! You loser!"

He grabbed the collar of the soldier under his command with both hands and roared at the top of his lungs for several words. Regardless of whether his roaring in battle was effective or not, Max had no extra time to waste. A Soviet tank with the number 177 painted on the turret and a red and white black bear head had rushed to a position less than a hundred meters away from him.

"Damn! Where are our anti-tank guns?! Where are the anti-tank guns? Boscher, where is your anti-tank gun platoon? Hurry up and fire to destroy these Russians!"

The loud shouts coming from an unknown source seemed to be amplified by a loudspeaker and echoed over the battlefield along with the howling cold wind. The Germans could be distinguished from the hoarse shouts that were so urgent that they were almost as if their buttocks were on fire. In panic, Malashenko, who had already led his troops to the last 100 meters in front of the German flank position, couldn't help but grin.

"Scream whatever you want, German, because even God can't save you now!"

The current reality is exactly as Malashenko whispers.

The German army, which had just occupied Istria, was very busy with tasks such as cleaning the battlefield, treating the wounded, and counting losses. This was only due to the fact that after the German army occupied the road, they directly followed the principle of borrowing and using it on the spot. It can be seen from the military defensive position.

The Germans used light and heavy artillery of various sizes and calibers during the attack, which left the area riddled with holes and devastation. The German troops who had just entered this field defense position and started setting up defenses encountered a Soviet counterattack before they even had time to repair their positions. , in such a hasty and hasty response to the battle, almost all kinds of defensive heavy weapons and equipment failed to be delivered in time.

The German army, which had been massing fire in conjunction with the Soviet infantry tanks on the flanks for nearly five minutes, still failed to fire a single anti-tank shell. Some German soldiers who were anxious to fire up the fire and saw that the Soviet tanks were about to rush into the position even yelled and cursed on the spot, but The 88mm anti-aircraft guns they relied on as their final savior were still several kilometers away and could not come to the rescue in time.

Perhaps the bad curses and shouts wrapped in the dense gunfire had some effect. A group of German soldiers pushing wheeled anti-tank guns suddenly appeared like moles in Malashenko's commander's periscope. Malashenko, who thought he was a sure winner, didn't pay any attention to these German anti-tank guns that could be propelled by human power.

"Lavery, have you seen the group of Germans pushing anti-tank guns on the position? Take a few vehicles from the regiment and fire a few rounds at them. It's best to overturn the men and the guns, and try not to let them destroy those Put up the little water pipe!”

As soon as Malashenko, who was holding the radio in his hand, finished speaking, Lavrinenko, who received Malashenko's complete words on the other end of the communicator, responded in a deep voice.

"It's just some German guys' 50mm water pipe anti-tank guns. Those junk can't even penetrate a T34. Is it necessary to waste cannonballs on them?"

Lavrinenko, who was even less concerned about the German PAK38 50mm anti-tank gun than Malashenko, had just finished speaking when a sudden muzzle flash on the German flank position interrupted him. The unfinished words and the next scene that followed shocked Lavrinenko so much that he could hardly speak.