Kulbalov followed Lavrinenko's order and left. Four IS2 heavy tanks and about half of the soldiers, including Kulbalov's own command vehicle, headed towards the SS support troops outside the village.
The direction of the attack quickly moved closer.
As soon as Kulbalov took people away like this, Lavrinenko immediately felt an extremely real pressure increase.
The still-blinded SS soldiers in the village seemed to have been given a shot of blood. It was probably after they used radio to contact the friendly forces outside the village who came to support them that the morale of the entire battle and the intensity of the resistance instantly increased.
Having already taken down several dilapidated houses along the village entrance, Lavrinenko originally thought that these SS bastards would be captured because their hopes were shattered, or that they would fight and retreat with the hope of escape, trying to use the
He escaped from the complex terrain of the village, but what is really happening now is obviously not like this.
Even after losing the outer positions of the village, casualties were rising like geometric figures, but these Nazi fanatics marked with double lightning bolts and skull symbols were still fighting desperately.
The last hundred or so SS troops, whose tanks had all been knocked out, continued to resist stubbornly, relying on the last few dilapidated houses in the village.
Any Red Army soldier who tries to get close to those houses and take a breakthrough will be instantly hit in the face by the dense barrage fired from those broken wooden houses.
Pistols, rifles, submachine guns, machine guns, the last handful of SS soldiers who were almost crazy, used all the weapons they could fire to fire at the Soviet army. From the initial few hundred people, to a dozen vehicles
There are very few tanks left in the battle so far, and no one has taken the initiative to withdraw from the battle or put down their weapons and collapsed and surrendered.
Based on this alone, this almost crazy fighting will is far beyond what ordinary Wehrmacht troops can possess, and it cannot be compared or compared with it.
For Lavrinenko, it is often just like this dog-skin plaster. The enemies who don't know how to give up are the most difficult. Even if the quality of his own tanks is superior, he still needs to continue to waste time taking care of these garbage. This
It is nothing more than making matters worse for an already urgent situation.
This small group of last-minute Germans was so angry that his eyelids were twitching and twitching. Lavrinenko couldn't help but feel angry. Without saying a word, he opened the turret hatch above his head and peeked out.
He walked out and spoke loudly to the infantry company commander who had heard the movement and was looking towards him.
"Stop rushing! Don't continue charging! Let the comrades stay where they are, and I will deal with these naughty garbage myself! Prepare to follow up!"
It is undoubtedly the most convenient way for the infantry to clean house by house and eliminate the enemies one by one and drive them out of the village. This small village does not have a main road wide enough for heavy tanks to gallop. The only dirt road in the village is in Lav
Linenko estimated that pedestrians would have to give way three-thirds of the way to a carriage. This was simply not a place where heavy tanks could rush.
But at this point, those ignorant Nazi fanatics have completely angered Lavrinenko, who is already impatient and anxious. It is like lighting a fire on a tin bucket filled with explosives, and will eventually set his own
It's like your life is in it.
Lavrinenko, who was so angry that he went berserk on the spot, directly ordered all the infantry to retreat. Before the SS soldiers, who had been knocked unconscious and looked at each other with red eyes, could react, it was not clear what was going on.
Is it a blessing or a curse that the enemy suddenly retreats?
A dull roar of steel tracks grinding the earth suddenly sounded from far to near, and even the earth underfoot began to tremble.
"Tank! The Russians have brought the tank over, hurry up..."
boom--
Click, click, click——
Amidst the loud noise, there was a sudden sound of walls collapsing and houses collapsing, and instantly a thick cloud of dust was thrown up and scattered in all directions.
The dirt road in the village is indeed not enough for heavy tanks to gallop, but it does not matter. Lavrinenko, who has gone berserk, directly chooses to open another road by himself, which is full of bricks, broken trees, ruined houses and crushed objects.
The remains of German corpses were just right for heavy tanks to race through the village roads.
The is6 heavy tank with the accelerator depressed is like a war beast that has broken free from the shackles of the steel cable. It roars and roars. The powerful diesel engine spits black smoke all the way. The strong armor on the front of the body directly occupies the SS.
The first wooden house was smashed into pieces.
The SS soldiers in the room, whose vision was limited, had no time to react, and were already sentenced to death when they heard the violent roar in their ears.
In distant future generations, many people would unfortunately die in car accidents every year, but it was unheard of for an unlucky person to be flattened by a tank of more than fifty tons and directly smashed into a pulp.
It roared out from another wall of the collapsed wooden house and rushed out. The armor plate on the front of the car body, which was already scarred by battles and full of shallow pits that had not penetrated, was now covered with large areas of scarlet.
The viscous substance was transparent and completely smeared.
No one knows what kind of miserable state the owners of these bloody and minced meats were forced into in the last second of their lives. Lavrinenko himself has no interest in this either.
Just like treating the warm pieces of meat hanging on the track pads of the car.
"Turn the turret! The stone house directly in front, send those fascists to the sky!"
"Fire!"
boom--
Accompanied by a thunderous roar and firing, the stone house marked by Lavrinenko as the target of the attack was instantly annihilated.
This old stone house, which seems to have the longest history in the village, must be, as expected, a remnant of the Tsarist Russia era, because this house has a more or less familiar church feel.
Although it cannot be called magnificent, let alone as magnificent as a cathedral, it is the most luxurious house in the village, has the largest area, and is also the most defensive house. It is also the house where the group of Nazi fanatics are entrenched.
The place with the largest number.
The 122mm full-caliber high-explosive grenade that can even be taken away by a Panzer IV tank in one shot is not a small player like the ordinary 76-gun that can be seen on the roadside.
The huge blasting flames emitted astonishing chemical energy, and in the blink of an eye, a hole large enough for an adult to straighten his back was opened in the double-layered stone wall.
The final despair and destruction before death is just the beginning.
Following Lavrinenko's vehicle, they rushed left and right, and the remaining heavy tanks that crashed into the village also completed turning their turrets, and the black muzzle of the 122mm main gun reached the crumbling stone house.