"Lavery! Bring a few vehicles and go over to support the 9th Guards Airborne Division. Quick! Leave it to me here!"
Although Malashenko himself did not want to issue such an order, when the frontal defense pressure is so great, if he deploys troops to support the flank positions, he will inevitably face an even worse situation.
But now there is no other way. What lies in front of Malashenko is to watch the flank position being penetrated by the Germans and do nothing. Or send reinforcements there, and then bear an even greater burden on the frontal defense line.
pressure and more dangerous situations.
The former can be said to be a sure-win, lose-lose choice.
It is easy to understand why a thousand-mile embankment was destroyed by an ant nest. The relationship between the flanking position and the frontal position is equivalent to the death of lips and the coldness of teeth.
If the Germans on the flanks are allowed to act recklessly and ignore him, Malashenko will face the foreseeable situation of being attacked from both front and back, and he will face it soon.
With a military disadvantage, if Malashenko divides his forces again, he is likely to face the final result of being unable to defend both the front and the flanks.
But now there is no other way. There may still be a chance to divide the troops to help defend the flank positions. If you don't divide the troops and ignore it, you will definitely die. Malashenko can give such an order, this is also a situation where there is no other way.
It was a truly helpless act.
After receiving Malashenko's order, Lavrinenko immediately took action. A company belonging to the second tank battalion led three su152 self-propelled howitzers and killed them directly, heading towards the gap in the position that could be overrun by the SS at any time.
As they swarmed in, a fierce and intense close-armor battle was inevitable.
As soon as Lavrinenko left with a company of heavy tanks, the deterioration of the situation immediately appeared in front of Malashenko.
The frontal SS offensive troops who were still blind could clearly see the heavy tanks heading towards the flanks for support.
Just like someone who kills you when you are sick, seeing that the Russian enemy in front of them was almost unable to hold on, the SS soldiers seemed to have been given a shot of blood. The SS soldiers who were still crawling on the ground were suppressed by firepower.
The army infantry began to move forward again, and No. 4 and Black Panther, whose little heads were beaten all over the floor, were once again ready to move forward.
To make matters worse, Malashenko even saw through his commander's periscope that the Tigers who were originally behind the SS offensive column and responsible for long-range fire support had now climbed over the mound, carrying a large number of them.
The gang did not know the exact number of infantrymen who began to rush towards the position.
"Damn, these bastards are going to get real!"
Having fought many times with the Guards Division and knowing his opponent's tactics well, Malashenko made an instant judgment based on past experience and combat examples. The Guards Division, which directly threw long-range support firepower into the battle, was determined to risk its life and make the final move.
The last time Scrap Tienan joined the battle at the last moment was a similar situation.
He has been using the inter-vehicle radio to keep in touch with the surrounding crews. Malashenko is very clear at the moment that there are not many tanks left around him. After Lavrinenko takes the people away, at most there will be only
Less than twenty tanks remained on the front line. At first glance, it seemed like a lot, but the actual situation was far from optimistic.
If this group of SS fanatics really intends to risk their lives, Malashenko, who has seen how crazy his opponents are, is really not sure that he can resist it. If the Wehrmacht's attack can be described as a strong wind, then these gangs are very brave in fighting.
The ruthless and even more desperate SS are super tornadoes. Stopping these lunatics is definitely not an easy task.
"Keep firing, use all the armor-piercing bullets, and knock out all the moving German tanks! Don't give up, comrades, we will fight these fascist bastards! Hurrah!"
What would normally be a morale-boosting cry is a bit tragic now.
If a reconnaissance plane could fly over the battlefield at this moment, it would be possible to see at a glance that the battlefield below is almost one-sided.
The black iron flow acting as the attacker crazily hits the target position like a tidal wave. Even if the duckweed-like defender uses all its firepower and special skills, it still cannot stop this mighty black iron flow.
The flow continues to move forward.
The German tanks were advancing, the SS Panzergrenadiers were shouting, and the dark black iron flow was sweeping in with an unstoppable force.
Kirill, who didn't know how many shells he had loaded, was holding on to the propellant cartridge he had just carried into the turret, wearing rough clothes.
The high-intensity physical labor made Kirill, who already had old injuries on his lungs, feel like he was about to be suffocated to death. No matter how hard he tried to breathe, he could only get a meager amount of limited oxygen, and his two cheeks turned red as if they were ripe.
The dead apple is even worse.
But Kirill, who knew what he should do now, did not give up. He just hugged the propellant cartridge in front of him with both hands and took a breather for four or five seconds.
After he was convinced that he felt a little better, he used his arms again, gritted his teeth, raised his hand and put the propellant barrel, which was almost unbearable, on the tail of the gun. He pushed forward with his right hand and sent it in instantly.
The familiar shout sounded almost simultaneously with the sound of the breech closing.
"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"
"Go to hell, Nacui!"
boom--
The huge muzzle blast carried the astonishing flames and shook the grassland under the muzzle brake. The IS6 heavy tank with a total combat weight of more than 50 tons shuddered under the huge recoil. The 122mm full-caliber hood armor-piercing bullet instantly brought
With a dull and sharp whistle that broke through the air, it rushed out of the muzzle and headed straight for the target.
A Panther tank, which had almost rolled its guide wheels and tracks to the edge of the position, was hit by Iushkin's cannon at such a close range that it didn't even require precise aiming. The armor on the front of the tank was completely smashed.
Reality.
The upper inclination of the car body and the double blessing of the terrain inclination still cannot stop the heirloom 122 caliber from forcibly crushing and turning the car.
The armor-piercing projectile, which did not cause a miracle ricochet, tore through the rolled homogeneous steel armor defense and penetrated directly into the vehicle body from the center point of the front projection area.
At that moment when time almost stood still, the driver, whose eyes were wide open and attentive, and the electromechanical officer on the passenger seat who was turning to report the situation to the commander, had no chance to react to the impending death.
The projectile under the action of the armor-piercing delay fuse instantly detonated in the center of the vehicle body, detonating the charge. The Black Panther's head, under the action of the German aerospace industry, once again unsurprisingly exploded under the strong impact of the ammunition.
Rise vertically into the sky and launch outward.
The real brutal fighting is far from over...
It would be better to say that after this powerful and powerful ammunition explosion, everything has really just begun.