Malashenko's guess was correct. The Germans, who were trained in blitzkrieg, did have an extremely accurate grasp of air strikes and would never let go of this great opportunity to attack.
The Skeleton Master, who had two ribs broken by Malashenko, showed no signs of being discouraged or afraid of fighting, as if the blood would not scare away the murderer but would only make him more excited and violent.
The Skeleton Division, which didn't even bother collecting corpses on the battlefield, quickly gathered a second wave of more powerful offensives. After the first wave of attacks failed, the entire army was almost wiped out, and only less than one company of troops fled back.
Come back again.
Holding a telescope, he leaned half of his body out of the turret to observe the changing movement of the gray iron stream, and observed every move of the more ferocious group of SS troops on the opposite side.
The sight that came out made me complain.
"These Germans are really a bunch of beasts! They even destroyed the corpses of friendly troops blocking their attack path!"
Through the telescope, Malashenko truly saw how cold-blooded and cruel the Skeleton Division, the famous elite elite unit of the armed SS, was.
The corpses of the SS soldiers who had been killed on the battlefield and were still warm were now piled up on the battlefield, hindering the second wave of the Skeleton Division's offensive.
It takes time to clean up these corpses. If you send people to recover the corpses without weapons, you will have to send special people to negotiate with Malashenko.
Obviously, the Skeleton Division, known for its cold-blooded cruelty, does not have the patience, let alone the free time. Everything seems so unnecessary, especially for the Russians who are no different from dead people in their eyes.
The steel tracks crushed the corpses of the dead comrades, and the intestines and internal organs were blown out instantly like a balloon filled with water being crushed, splashing all over the ground.
The soldier with a face like steel and a double lightning mark engraved on his helmet strode forward across the bloody thing under his feet, as if the sticky and slippery feeling under his feet did not exist at all, and he only had the thought of killing the Russians on the opposite side.
"I hoped that the corpse would delay it for a while, but now it turns out that I've overthought it, damn it."
Malashenko, who felt a little bit wishful thinking about being slapped in the face, cursed secretly. He could only express his speechlessness at the ferocious behavior of this group of crazy SS soldiers, but the next battle was bound to become more difficult to deal with because of this, but he was the only one who could
Definitely, if the Germans don't play it seriously now, then they are crazy.
"Kurbalov, it's time to start, let's show those Germans some color."
"...Roger that, comrade brigade commander, the surprise will arrive soon."
The Soviet defense line facing the enemy no longer has any direct artillery positions within range, so our side can confidently and boldly crush them directly without worrying about being suddenly attacked by counter-preparatory artillery fire.
At least that was what the Skeleton Division troops in the second wave of attacks thought until the thunderous sound of half a battalion of Su152 self-propelled howitzers was heard.
"Blast those fascists into the sky, for Comrade Stalin's sake!!!"
Boom boom boom boom——
The sound when the 152 Divine Howitzer fires is truly earth-shaking, even the first shot of Malashenko's IS6 is far less terrifying than this.
Intensive thunderous roars tore through the silence above the position that had just endured the air attack. The SS were about to test fire, but before they could stop, they heard the roaring sound in the air like an old cow panting or a train whistle.
Loud noise.
Rookies may be stunned, confused, or even scared to the point of being overwhelmed when hearing this sound.
But for veterans like the Skeleton Masters, this extremely terrifying sound only means one thing, the Russian’s 152 Divine Cult Rider is here again!
"Heavy artillery! The Russians' heavy artillery shelling, get down!"
Boom——
The leader of the SS assault team leader shouted a warning that obviously came a step too late. More than a dozen large black dots came roaring from the distant horizon. The 152 howitzer shells that were getting bigger and bigger under his eyes had already hit his face.
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Amidst the roar of artillery, blood and flesh flew everywhere. Before a large group of people could make a specific reaction, the SS infantry who had just bent their legs and wanted to lie on the ground were instantly covered by the sea of fire that was about to form a line.
Go in.
Through the telescope in his hand, Malashenko, who was still leaning half of his body out of the turret, could clearly see that the group of SS soldiers on the opposite side who had not had time to test the firepower were once again like the unlucky ones in the previous wave.
Got a slap in the face.
The SS infantrymen who were a little closer to the center of the explosion disappeared without a trace. Although the SS infantrymen who were a little further away could barely survive, their whole corpses were left intact. But they were damaged by shrapnel.
Sizi's body, like a sandbag kicked away by Bruce Lee, was swept away by the strong shock wave and flew seven or eight meters away.
Judging from the speed at which he flew backwards and the way he fell to the ground and rolled several times, if he could still be alive, he would be recorded in history and be called a medical miracle. He is not a human being.
New creatures do not have such strong vitality under the fierce attack of 152 Divine Cult.
Although the overwhelming bombardment was fierce, the problem was that Malashenko had too few su152 self-propelled howitzers, only 10. Lavrinenko took the rest to prepare for the possible attack by the German army in the west.
Find weaknesses and attack.
So when this wave of artillery fire came down, the SS soldiers who were lying on the ground covering their heads and not daring to get up were suddenly confused.
When did the Russian bombardment become a wave?
According to the usual routine in the past, don’t Russians use hours as the basic unit of time when they have sex? Which song is this time?
"Kohler, what do you think is going on? Are the Russians trying to trick us? Are they trying to lure us into the trap?"
"I...I don't know, Stetman, I think it would be better if we lay down a little longer. Maybe the Russians are just reloading...I've never seen a Russian fire off after just one round."
artillery."
The 10 Su152s that only exist in his own hands are treasures. Malashenko does not want to lose the treasures so easily, and no one will be left behind.
According to the order of the brigade commander, the Su152 self-propelled howitzers, which only fired one round, immediately restarted after roaring, shifted their positions, and moved to another farther direction that was completely opposite to their current position. What they were afraid of was that they were out of position.
The German artillery launched a wave of retaliatory bombardment or called for air strikes to retaliate.
No matter what kind of retaliation method is used, there is no doubt that this Su152 self-propelled howitzer unit, which is quite limited in strength, will be easily destroyed. It is best to get a wave of results, but you must run away before the Germans react. It is a horse.
Rashenko's established plan.
To put it bluntly, the Su152 bombardment was aimed at the intelligence gap that the Germans did not know existed, and the confused German army was bound to make some corresponding reactions to this.
Lian Zhan wants to lose all his money by coveting two heads. We, Comrade Lao Ma, will not do such a loss-making business.