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"Comrade Commander, over there! Look over there, one o'clock direction! Another wave of Germans are going crazy over there, and the tracer bullets are as fierce as splashing water!"
Iushkin, who was holding the high-magnification, narrow-field gunner's sight in front of him, was the first to notice something strange. The frenzy of bright green tracer bullets that was almost like a storm was rare in normal times. Any veteran with sufficient battlefield experience You will quickly notice such anomalies and focus on .uig
Malashenko, who was also holding the commander's periscope with his hand, had already noticed something was wrong before Iushkin opened his mouth. Those die-hard SS fanatics who were as smelly and hard as stones in the toilet did not know whether to live or die. Even at the last moment when the building was about to collapse, he still hated himself and caused trouble for his friends.
Malashenko would never be merciful to an opponent whose attributes were as good as a stone in the toilet, let alone the armed SS who were famous for their barbaric atrocities and crazy killings.
Malashenko has always felt that physical destruction is more effective than spiritual transformation. Especially for this group of SS fanatics who are as crazy as the Japanese, physical salvation is the most suitable for them. The final judgment.
"Kiril, continue loading high-explosive bombs!"
"Seryozha, start the car! Lead us to rush up and crush the intestines of those fascists!"
"All crews, move forward! Stuff those Fascist fanatics under the tracks and lubricate them! Our road wheels are thirsty for the blood of those Nazi lackeys!"
The good-guy style and superfluous nonsense have no effect on evil people. The only true rule is "evil people need to be punished by evil people." If you dare to be cruel and risk your life, I will stuff your head, flesh, muscles, and organs together with more than fifty tons of minced meat. Minced into mincemeat in the machine!
Stalin's heavy tanks, which were parked slightly behind the forefront of the position, using their main guns to fight tanks and machine guns to support and cover infantry operations, started moving again.
All the surrounding Red Army soldiers who had originally rushed in front of the tanks had already taken cover. Step by step, Stalin's heavy tanks, one after another with roaring diesel engines and emitting thick black smoke from incomplete combustion, rushed forward and rolled over. Entering the trench, crushing the enemy's corpses, charging over the heads of our own soldiers towards the last enemy.
"The coaxial machine guns and roof-mounted machine guns remain suppressed, and the main guns are not allowed to fire without my order. I will crush these reckless Fascist fanatics today!"
Malashenko's order was a bit special, but the rest of Stalin's heavy tank crews who were accompanying him in the charge accepted it quickly. Almost no one didn't want to witness the revenge of these SS bastards being crushed into pulp. At any time, such a scene will make all those who are eager for revenge and have lost too many people in this war feel an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
There was no infantry following, only a group of giant steel beasts who stepped on the accelerator and roared and charged. The death that was so close at hand was like a roaring hell train that broke through the boundary between Yin and Yang and rushed straight towards them.
The SS, who did not have any anti-armor weapons in their hands, panicked. They began to use their rifles, submachine guns, and machine guns to fire at those steel behemoths. Small arms projectiles hit the giant bodies of steel and iron, and sparks shot out. .
Although this is of course a useless effort, is there anything else to do besides firing at the enemy? The Russians only used tanks and did not bring infantry at all, rushing forward like a roaring bull. , if you don’t fire at this time, why don’t you raise your hands and walk out of the trench to surrender?
Such a thing can never happen, at least it shouldn't happen! This is especially true for the Guards Division, which is responsible for the most elite troops under the Führer's command.
Maybe it's fate, or maybe it's a pure coincidence.
The two troops named after the respective leaders of the Soviet Union and Germany fought against each other today. The battle was extremely fierce. The merciless battle could almost ignite the air and crush the invisible will into pieces.
This is destined to be a battle that will take no prisoners, at least not too many. The best parts of the two opposing ideologies, bearing the title of supreme, collide fiercely. Either you die or I die.
!There is no such thing as a casual survival in an ideological battle, only complete destruction and the final conqueror.
Malashenko, who was staring intently at this enemy that was finally resisting, was grinning ferociously in the car. The jingling sound of bullets hitting the front armor was simply the most beautiful musical note! The stronger the machine gun firepower, the more clearly this happened.
How desperate the enemy is as he struggles for his last breath!
The fact that they have not surrendered until now has silently explained the path they finally chose. This was not the path Malashenko forced them to choose.
Even now, as long as they are willing to put down their weapons and raise their hands to perform the French military salute and take the initiative to stand up, Malashenko can guarantee that their lives will at least not be ruined by his hands immediately. They will survive anyway.
When the labor camps are used as fertilizer for the potatoes in the fields, how long they can live depends on the individual's own destiny.
It's a pity that there are no ifs in this cruel battle. The rearguard force of the Guards Flagship Division, who have tried their best to fight to the end, is determined to fight to the end. The final result waiting for them is to be annihilated under the steel tracks of the name of a loving father.
"Put the gas pedal in the tank, Seryosha! They're right in front of you, crush them!"
"Understood, Comrade Commander!"
True to Malashenko's words, Seryosha used all his strength to step on the accelerator in a miraculous way. With one foot firmly on the ground, Seryosha held the joystick with both hands and rushed straight towards the enemy in his face.
The SS machine gunner, who was still holding the machine gun in his hand and making the last crazy move, did not take a step back until he died. The loud roar at the top of his lungs even overshadowed the roar of the diesel engine and the roar of the machine gun at the last moment, but immediately followed.
It was annihilated in a dull sound like a water-filled balloon being forcibly exploded, and disappeared without a trace.
The blood circulation in the human body depends entirely on the pressure that fills the whole body and flows around. If a knife cuts an artery, it will continue to bleed rapidly due to the imbalance of internal and external pressure, which cannot be suppressed. But if the whole person is crushed instantly, more than fifty tons of blood will be lost.
The giant steel beast was crushed into pieces of iron while running at full speed. The scene was far more descriptive than just saying that blood was splattered three feet on the spot.
After the track flew by, even the 35cm steel helmet was crushed into a piece of iron no thicker than the sole of a shoe. Through the commander's periscope in his hand, he could see that Malashenko, who still looked like a fierce and crazy enemy, had no trace of anything.
Hesitantly, the direct and thorough order immediately came out of his mouth.
"All crews, use the main gun to send these fascists on the road! Now!"