Although the Guards Standard Division was defeated and driven out of its position, it lost control of the position.
However, this group of well-equipped, tenacious and fierce fanatics still took turns to cover and retreat in an orderly manner. Even though Malashenko did not give the order to continue to catch up because he had just occupied the position and had not yet completely stood firm, this group continued to catch up.
The retreating SS troops still pointed the muzzles of their weapons in the direction of the enemy, ready to fight to the death with the pursuing enemies at any time.
Malashenko, who had already got out of the tank, raised the telescope in his hand and clearly saw such a scene. He was not surprised by what these fascist fanatics did. Because this was indeed a ferocious but brutal force.
The "evil army" with extremely powerful combat power is just like the dog-headed undead army under Anubis coming out of the desert. It is a kind of pure evil that is extremely powerful.
"Do you think they will come back? I always feel like these lackeys are unwilling to fail."
Lavrinenko, who led the su152 queue to the position, had just gotten off the car and walked straight to Malashenko without caring about anything else, looking at the group of defeated SS who had not completely disappeared from sight.
Jun, expressed the uneasy questions in his heart.
"Maybe, but we will take action before them! Today is only for us to crush the fascists, not for the nazi fanatics to ride on our heads and shit!"
Malashenko put down the telescope in his hand and looked around. There were still a lot of traces of the close-quarter bloody battle that had just ended.
The corpse of an SS soldier with a Mosin-Nagant stabbed in his chest, and the remains of the Assault Group Captain whose head was shot into half a spoonful of pulp by an unknown weapon.
The remains of the Red Army soldiers who died on the soil of the motherland are criss-crossed with the corpses of the enemy. The battle between ace and ace has always been life-and-death without mercy. The two armies fought together in the name of their respective leaders, leaving only
The ruins of this dilapidated and mottled battlefield were strewn everywhere with piles of remains of flesh, blood, and steel, so densely packed that it was impossible to count how many there were.
The blood that filled the air was mixed with the smell of burning chemical oil. It smelled very unpleasant. The smell was like wrapping meat products in liquid rubber and then grilling them on the fire. You can't name it.
, the indistinguishable smells were mixed together, with a strong smell of blood, which was extremely unpleasant.
Even the battle-hardened brothers Malashenko and Lavrinenko couldn't help but raise their hands to fan the air in front of their noses in such an environment to make their sense of smell at least a little better.
And the choking smell may really choke a living person if you breathe it for a long time.
"Comrades, please speed up the clearing of the battlefield. Place the injured soldiers properly and carry them down quickly. Let Karamov come over with the maintenance and logistics supply troops to repair, refuel, and load ammunition simultaneously."
"Oh, by the way, check the pile of corpses again to see if there are any living Germans. If there are any alive, don't rush to kill them. Drag them out and give them some medicine to revive them first. Try to find out how many Germans are around and how many details they have.
After asking for the information, we are just focusing on fighting without knowing anything. It is too dangerous to continue like this."
Malashenko knew that it might not be easy to pry useful things out of the mouths of these brainwashed SS fanatics, but it was worth a try anyway, and of course it was a must.
Malashenko couldn't wait to know how many SS fanatics were surrounding him and watching him.
Malashenko, who understood the entire battle situation in Prokhorovka, was already very clear that the three SS elite heavy armored divisions in groups of tigers and leopards were all entrenched here, and they were originally capable of performing the task in the direction of Prokhorovka.
All Soviet units are currently in a difficult situation.
Malashenko can no longer use existing history to fit into the reality he is facing now, and then find a feasible solution.
Will the Germans in Prokhorovka reverse the situation? Even if a division of Germans defeats the enemy and reverses the situation, Malashenko swears that he will definitely become the next target. The Germans
As long as his brain wasn't twitching, he would never let such a big thorn in his side wander around here.
As for what will happen next, he can think of it all in his head. Malashenko really doesn’t want to be buried in the hell place of Prokhorovka and let the Germans fight him. The top priority is to figure out the Germans.
Is there any plan that I don't know about? What is the situation of other division-level units?
Obviously, the best way to obtain this information is to pry it directly from the Germans' mouths.
Although the possibility of this is somewhat uncertain, it is still worth a try. A small chance of success is better than doing nothing.
After communicating with Lavrinenko, Malashenko clapped a pair of leather gloves in his hand, and was about to go to Karamov to ask about vehicle repairs and supplies. Karamov, who had just arrived at the position with his people, had already
appear within sight.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a chaotic sound like the city management suddenly rushing in from the vegetable market suddenly sounded, and random shouts mixed with German and Russian immediately attracted Malashenko's attention, and then turned his head.
Look around.
"Let me go! You dogs raised by Stalin, I'm going to kill you! Take out your intestines and strangle you to death! Just like Stalin hanged those who dared to oppose him!"
"Shut your mouth! German bastard!"
boom--
Malashenko watched for less than five seconds before the heavy rifle butt, like a giant soldier wielding, hit the face of the SS soldier who was being held down by a group of big men.
The solid wood Mosin Nagant gun stock specially soaked in oil has a striking power comparable to that of a metal blunt instrument. Even if it can penetrate a person's Tianling Cap with one blow, there will be no problem at all. The gun stock itself is even dented.
No traces will be left, and it is extremely strong.
The SS soldier who was struggling to jump up was caught off guard and hit the head with the butt of a rifle. His head was thrown back as if he had been kicked by a donkey. He lost his breath and almost fainted.
"Stop! Stop fighting, stop!"
Malashenko, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, immediately stopped him loudly without saying a word. It didn't take many blows like this to the head with the butt of the gun, as just two more blows would definitely kill the person.
Malashenko knew how ruthless the Red Army soldiers who hated the SS could be. Even if they had to use all their strength, it would be easy. He was beaten to death three times in half a minute.