What Malashenko, who thought everything was a little too simplistic, didn't know was that the German troops facing the enemy had actually changed their lineup a long time ago and were no longer the same as yesterday.
The SS Division received an urgent transfer order from the 2nd SS Panzer Corps. It can be said that they traveled all the way through the starry night and worked hard all the way.
This group of armed SS fanatics who call themselves the "soldiers closest to the Führer", even after a whole day of fierce fighting with the Soviet army, are still full of fighting spirit and seem to be tireless. Just the dancing in their eyes
The enthusiasm seems to set the grass on fire.
The SS Division, which had just finished a whole day of fighting, received a transfer order from the headquarters of the Second SS Panzer Corps at sunset.
The division commander Theodor Wiescher did not hesitate at all to the order assigned by his superiors. He immediately asked his soldiers who had just been sitting on the grass to eat dinner to drop their lunch boxes, pick up their weapons, and move toward the location of the friendly force Skeleton Division.
Rush in the direction at full speed.
Although ordinary Wehrmacht troops will carry out orders, they are likely to delay, be extremely reluctant and complain along the way. This is an understandable situation under human nature.
But for the Guardsmen Division, for this group of humanoid war machines that seem to be tireless and never rest, executing orders without complaint has almost been engraved in their bones.
The Guards Standard Division, whose strength was no weaker than that of the Skeleton Division, spent one night rushing to the designated position. After a short rest, preparations for the artillery attack before dawn began.
It is a SS tank with a black and white key symbol printed on the body.
Whether it is fighting will or tactical literacy, it is no worse than the Skeleton Division. This group of troops formed by the "pure Germans" in the mouth of the head of state is not just a simple fanatic.
A methodical attack was carried out step by step, gradually advancing. Knowing that there was a group of terrifying steel monsters on the opposite position, the Guards Standard Division's offensive front was wide open. It didn't look like it was going to devour the opponent in one go, but more like a test to some extent.
The firepower and the scattered and sparse offensive formation made Malashenko frown when he witnessed this scene.
"Something's wrong, what are these German guys planning? This doesn't look like an offensive posture that really wants to tear apart the position..."
Malashenko couldn't understand what routine his opponent was singing, and he even thought about it briefly and hesitated a little. He was a little unsure of how to arrange his next orders and tactical arrangements. Only the group of people on the opposite side
The SS tanks that pressed forward bit by bit, sometimes running wildly and sometimes stopping, were firing continuously, pouring out shells.
That is to say, when Malashenko firmed his eyes and picked up the microphone at hand again, preparing to issue an order to the radio channel to say something, the reason why the Guards Flag Guard Division's offensive formation was so sparse and scattered was finally revealed.
time.
The first thing Malashenko was waiting for was not the agreed-upon own aircraft, but a large group of Steel Wings coming from the distant horizon and coming from the direction of the German rear.
"Damn it, I've been fooled! These bastard Germans are deliberately fishing!"
Malashenko suddenly realized the reason and understood the reason amidst the terrible scolding.
The group of SS troops on the opposite side had no real intention to take action from the beginning. This seemingly similar attack was just to attract the Soviet troops on the position to expose more firepower points. The more heavy tanks on the position were exposed, the better.
.The first wave of probing attacks on the left and right was only a probing attack by the Black Panthers as the supplement, and the No. 3 and No. 4 as the main ones. Even if all these tanks were folded in, they would not be injured.
The group of SS soldiers who were jumping around between 700 meters and 500 meters in front of the position had no intention of getting any closer. Malashenko originally thought that this was a German guy's broken-down vehicle that was too bad to withstand the losses of the charge.
Almost dead on the way.
But now it turns out that everything is really just because of my own overthinking. These SS lackeys who fanatically believe in the Führer are really not stupid.
"All crews retreat! Retreat quickly! Retreat to the starting position, quickly!"
Malashenko, who had had enough of German air attacks, was not completely unprepared for this. The infantry battalion led by Major Varosha who was deployed in the infantry trenches was Malashenko's backup.
The roar of enemy fighter planes and the retreat of our own tanks came at the same time. Major Varosha, who witnessed this scene in the trench, immediately grabbed the phone at hand and shouted at the microphone in his hand.
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"Smoke bombs! Fire smoke bombs at the predetermined location, follow the method mentioned before! Hurry!"
In the absence of air superiority, any ground troops will only be slaughtered in the face of the enemy's fierce air attacks. Even with the cover of field air defense troops, they are only a little better than nothing. A fierce attack from the sky will not give up just because of a small setback.
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Malashenko, who is well aware of this, has never expected to rely on anti-aircraft artillery to protect himself. In this era of purely visual air strikes, there are still some better options for him to choose from, such as using smoke grenade barrages.
A wall of smoke was pulled up to block the sight of the German pilots.
After receiving the call order from Major Varosha, the artillery camp immediately turned around and set up the artillery mounts in the direction planned for them by the battalion commander himself on the map. The captain who had just put down the phone personally
He went into battle, held out his hand, and immediately spoke loudly to the soldiers on the side.
"Cannonballs! Get them quickly!"
A 16-kilogram 120mm mortar shell is not light, but in the hands of this mortar company commander who is no shorter than Malashenko, it is as if it can be grasped in one hand.
It is as insignificant as an ordinary person holding a bottle of mineral water.
Sliding the cannonball in his hand into the chamber along the steel wall of the muzzle, the cannon body shook and the fierce muzzle fire ejected immediately, followed by a loud roar of gunfire.
The artillery shells that whizzed down to the designated position in a standard parabola were not anti-personnel ammunition. A thick white smoke suddenly swept up like a sandstorm after the continuous crashing and shattering sounds.
It was exactly the same as Malashenko's earlier idea. The mortars fired smoke grenades that spread quickly through the pleasant grassland breeze. However, after a short time, a line of tanks was pulled up at the designated location planned earlier.
Also a much taller smoke screen wall.
Stalin's heavy tanks, which reversed much faster than the annoying Black Panther, put the reverse gear on and reversed at high speed. They retreated under the cover of the smoke screen almost against the roar of iron wings that suddenly hit the sky. They were already close.
The nearby German fighter plane almost stepped on its tail and dropped bombs at the same moment.