"Be careful, comrade! The Germans have a mysterious "stick" that can destroy our tanks head-on at close range! I don't know if your armor is enough to withstand it, but be careful!"
The arrival of the reinforcements did not make Alexi feel too relieved. On the contrary, the inexplicable "mysterious stick" in the German's hand made the spine shiver, the hair on the hair stand on end, and almost shuddered.
This bizarre weapon with a strange shape that has never been seen before can easily destroy the light reconnaissance tanks under his command. Although the medium tanks of the Red Army that are good at protection have much thicker armor, Alexi really cannot guarantee that the medium tanks will be able to do so.
Withstanding the bombardment of that kind of stick, even the latest T-43 medium tank cannot give people the slightest bit of peace of mind.
"...Understood, we will be careful. Thanks for the reminder, Comrade Alexi."
The answer that came from the other end of the radio was calm and straightforward. Alexi, who had never recognized this voice, subconsciously felt that it was unexpectedly reliable to him.
The group of medium tanks that opened their distance and rushed forward at full speed saw nothing but darkness. The remaining German troops, who were already under too much pressure to bear, were now more like a widow whose son had died - completely hopeless.
But an even more incredible scene unfolded immediately afterwards. Seeing this overwhelming and terrifying offensive, the remaining German troops were still clinging to their positions with no intention of surrendering.
All kinds of infantry weapons were firing continuously. As Alexi said, this gang of German madmen who were red-eyed at killing were really acting like a group of complete lunatics who did not know how to live or die! It was as if the battle was between them and
The only ultimate destiny we are born with.
"You're really crazy. You're not surrendering now! These bastards must all die here before they're willing to accept it!"
There was no artillery support, no tank cover, and not a single friendly aircraft in the sky. All that was left was being bombarded indiscriminately by enemy attack aircraft loaded with ammunition.
The only thing they had was a temporary position dug out in this open, unobstructed snowfield.
Objectively speaking, Captain Alexi, who has been in this battle for a long time, admires these bastards on the other side.
This kind of bravery and fearlessness to fight to the end is the ultimate pursuit of all soldiers, but at this moment, the people on the opposite side are neither friendly forces nor foreign troops worthy of respect, but a group of people who have come to the land of their homeland to burn and kill full-time.
Robbery, a complete bastard scum who does all kinds of evil!
There is nothing good to say about dealing with such die-hard elements. Killing them all until they surrender or annihilating the entire army is the only feasible way. To deal with such crazy enemies, they won't know how to feel pain unless you are ruthless.
The first batch of medium-sized tanks that were the first to enter the battlefield quickly entered the position. While their speed slowed down slightly, they put down the light infantry carried on the tanks at the last moment before entering the position. Then came the roaring and roaring opponent.
Infantry strangulation combat.
Major Valery, who arrived with support, was the newly appointed commander of the medium tank battalion under the formation of the 1st Tank Regiment, Kurbalov's main force.
He is a man with rich combat experience. Under the city of Moscow in 1941, he commanded a small unit of the rare T3457 tank brigade, and has been fighting all the way to this day. He has survived to the present outstanding level by relying on his brains and superb combat skills.
Tank commander.
In Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, which is known as the most elite tank force in the entire Red Army, many of the commanders and fighters from the company and battalion level are legendary figures gathered here. The stories that happened to each of them can almost be listed in books, and they are alive.
legend.
In addition to Captain Alexi, Major Valery is also a type of character, just like what their division commander comrade Malashenko once experienced.
"The formation spreads out, and two companies and three companies flank them from the left and right wings, putting pressure on them from three sides! Pay attention to the enemy's new anti-tank weapons, and first keep a distance and observe carefully!"
Compared to Alexi, who likes bold tactical attempts, Major Valery, who has recently joined the battlefield, obviously has a different command style. He is cautious and does not underestimate any anomalies and details of the enemy. This is why he has survived from 1941 to the present.
One of the important reasons.
Of course, this does not mean that Major Valery is a coward and does not carry out orders thoroughly.
He just likes to hold an extremely sharp razor in his hand to find the enemy's vital points bit by bit. Once he takes action, it will be a fatal blow. No more Germans who should be on the road will survive.
Especially when the enemy has hidden tricks and trump cards that he doesn't know about, Major Valery's cautiousness will be even more amplified. He always believes that a precise fatal blow is better than repeated attempts of bold attacks.
In recommending such a person to Malashenko to serve as the commander of the new medium tank battalion that will most likely play the role of battlefield reinforcements, Kulbalov did have his own thinking and judgment, and this finally got Malashenko.
Section’s nod of approval and permission approval.
Major Valery, who divided all his tank troops into three groups and marched together, was not in a hurry for close combat. The T3485 and T43 medium tanks, known for their high-speed maneuverability, quickly arrived at their predetermined positions. The remaining German troops entrenched in the last small position were brutally attacked.
Surrounded on three sides.
Coaxial machine guns and main guns loaded with high-explosive shells roared continuously, releasing firepower. The Red Army medium tank troops stood still and fired steadily at a distance of more than 100 meters.
The Red Army soldiers following the tank were unwilling to be left alone. They climbed onto the engine hood of the tank and used the turret as a cover. They set up the most ferocious firepower they could carry with them: the DP28 light machine gun. The rapidly rotating bullet discs were aimed at anyone on the position.
Fire furiously at a moving target.
The remaining German troops, who were fiercely covered by direct fire from the front, left and right, were simply more pitiful and miserable than the two frustrated rats in the bellows.
Under the powerful covering direct firepower of "three sides", you can't even think about creating a miracle even if Napoleon is reincarnated!
The German troops, who had never raised the white flag as an act of surrender from beginning to end, completely stopped moving and disappeared after a while.
The ammunition in the sky was basically exhausted, and the remaining fuel reached the limit of the combat radius. The Il-2s then circled in a circle and waved their wings to show goodwill to their comrades on the ground below. As the Red Army soldiers watched, they flew away from the battlefield at a constant speed.
Disappear into the distant horizon.
A large main force, led by two heavy tanks with huge bodies and staggering sizes, also arrived at the same time.
Seeing that the battlefield in front of him was filled with smoke and no more sounds of fierce exchanges of fire, Malashenko, who figured that the matter was almost done before his arrival, immediately opened the hatch cover and jumped down.
Accompanying him was a man who jumped from another heavy tank of the same shape that had just stopped beside him. As soon as he got out of the car, Kulbalov went straight to Malashenko and said.