No matter which choice the opponent makes, it must be within one's own expectations and within the range of adaptable alternative countermeasures. Only in this way can it be called a successful tactical arrangement and command, and of course any battlefield command.
The most ideal situation that everyone is happy to see is achieved.
Although unforeseen circumstances often come and lead to terrible emergencies, which are extremely difficult, it is obvious that this time the unforeseen circumstances have not yet reached the head of the Guards Flag Corps division which is in full swing.
Theodor Weishe, who was watching the battlefield situation at the forward observation post with a telescope in his hand, raised his eyebrows, as if the scene of the Soviet position in front of him being shrouded in death bombings had already been expected by him, and the victory was close at hand.
From the perspective of the leader of the Waffen SS brigade, it was already within easy reach.
"It's time for our Skeleton Brothers to take a good look at who is the first elite guard under the Führer."
"As you wish, Brigade Leader."
The attack plan that had already been planned went step by step, and the real main force of the Guards Division, which received orders from the division commander, started to operate quickly like a sophisticated machine. The German tiger and leopard army that had been waiting at the starting position for a long time was roaring with its engines and was about to break through the cage.
, launching a decisive final attack on the enemy position bathed in hellish fire.
In a Tiger tank located slightly behind, four SS armored personnel carriers who were ready to go were anxiously waiting for the final order, and their commander: SS Assault Squadron Leader III.
Schell Wittmann was leaning his upper body out of the turret to observe the battle situation.
"I can't wait to blast those Russians. Seeing their tractors burning in flames is the greatest satisfaction for me! I can guarantee that to the Führer!"
Malashenko and his crew No. 177 have the habit of smoking in the car. Although doing so has safety risks and should strictly be prohibited, Malashenko, who has the biggest reputation in the brigade, has never done it.
Treat this as a matter of course. If you don't smoke it yourself, you will give it to a group of smokers in the same car group. Even Kirill, who smokes the least and is the least addicted, is no exception.
Coincidentally, Wittmann's crew also had the habit of smoking in the car, and it was Wittmann who took the lead in giving out cigarettes to everyone.
Maybe it's just a coincidence, but I can't say it's a common problem among tank aces, whether it's the Soviet army or the German army.
"Calm down, Karl, didn't you listen to the complaints of the Skeleton Division people? They were badly beaten by the Russians on the opposite position yesterday! The magnification of your gun scope is so high, you should take a good look at the Russians in front of the position
Those tank wreckage and uncleaned corpses, the people of the Skeleton Division did not lie to us, the Russians did give them a bloody blow."
Compared to the vigorous gunner, the equally young loader shook the cigarette ashes between his fingers and smiled half-jokingly.
"I am giving you advice very seriously, Karl. You have to be careful of those Russians. I heard that they have a very powerful new heavy tank. One shot can penetrate the entire front armor of the Panther! Whether it is the turret or the
The bodies of the vehicles are all the same, and the wreckage in front of the position is proof."
The loader's speech aroused the recognition of the other two crew members in the car. The driver and the electromechanical operator also chose to stand on the loader's side and spoke.
"Those Russians won't be easy to deal with. I've always felt that the Skeleton Division's guys' combat effectiveness is comparable to ours. They are also very fierce troops."
"Well, yes, the guerrillas who killed the Russians were the most vicious. They even spared a nine-year-old girl and hanged her on the gallows for giving food to the Russian guerrillas. It's incredible.
That Price actually agreed with this statement and wrote it in a report and submitted it. I almost thought this was the plot of a novel, it was simply unbelievable."
It's easy to do this when a group of big men get together, especially when they all know each other and are very familiar with each other. It's easy to go off the rails in just a few casual conversations about topics they want to talk about.
Originally, you and I were talking about whether the Russians on the opposite side were easy to deal with, and as we were chatting, we got to the topic of the "glorious record" of the friendly troops next door who had just been beaten up.
But this makes people think, when everyone is wearing the same skin, whose hands are cleaner?
In the midst of laughter and laughter, no one would mention this topic. Even if it was mentioned casually, the answer that can be easily obtained is predictable.
Wittmann, as always, did not join the "battlefield tea party" of his crew members, just as the gunner Karl said of him: "This man is extremely cold, and he can scare the Russians to death with his eyes, I guarantee it."
Wittmann, who didn't like to join in such useless chats, was currently talking to an infantry commander on the left side of the car.
The two sides exchanged opinions word by word while making gestures with their hands. Wittmann, who easily understood what the other party wanted to express, nodded and said that the troops he led would act in accordance with the agreed upon plan.
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"I wish you good luck! Squadron Leader Wittmann, please be sure to provide us with support and cover."
Without waiting for Wittmann on the turret to reply, the infantry company commander, who was retreating, talking, and turning, had already run away and ran towards his unit's standby position to prepare to give the final order.
The indiscriminate air raids on the opposite position were coming to an end. Wittmann, who turned around, saw the first wave of main attacks from his own Guards Division and had already jumped out of position and headed straight for the opponent.
The small group of infantry and tank coordination troops that had launched an exploratory attack earlier had now pressed to the periphery of the Russian position. The Russians, who were trembling under the fierce air attack and lacked effective anti-armor firepower, seemed to be having a very difficult time fighting.
Wittmann squinted his eyes and raised his telescope, and could barely see the small flashes representing anti-tank gun fire flashing and dancing on the position.
As for the rumored and terrifying new Russian heavy tanks, Wittmann did not discover all of them within his sight.
Maybe the Russian heavy tanks have been wiped out? Or maybe they were severely damaged and forced to evacuate?
No matter what the reason was, Wittmann, who slowly put down the telescope in his hand, always felt that the situation of the Russian armored soldiers opposite was definitely not going to be good at the moment.
If it were him, the only feasible way to deal with such fierce and continuous air strikes would be to let fate dictate.
You must know that this air raid was a special express gift prepared by Commander Teodor Weishe for the Russians. He used his personal connections and power to contact them. The primary goal of the pilots was to get rid of the Russians first.
Guy's armored force.
Wittmann, who felt that he could smell the burning smell of gunpowder, shook his eyebrows. After turning around and confirming that the SS infantrymen behind him were trotting towards him, he immediately shrank back and returned to the turret.
At the same time, he closed the hatch cover smoothly.
"Let's go, Reimers will take us out of here, it's our turn!"