"A battalion full of Katyusha rocket launchers is enough for these bastard Germans to drink a pot!"
Malashenko, half of his body standing outside the turret, held a telescope in his hand and stared straight ahead through the eyepiece, waiting for the spectacular scenery that would rise when the rain of fire behind him fell to the ground.
The Katyusha rocket launcher has a long list of advantages, but what Malashenko likes the most is its highly mobile deployment capability of having its ammunition ready to fire, stopping and firing at any time.
Unless you have experienced it personally on the battlefield of this era, you will not know how fucked up the damn towed artillery is when it is deployed.
The German planes are coming, and the towed artillery can't escape.
A once-in-a-century retaliatory bombardment by the Germans came, and the towed artillery continued to be unable to escape.
Even when you call for life-saving artillery support at a critical moment, the other end of the phone will say, "We are deploying positions, please hold on a little longer! Comrade! We will be there soon!".
Malashenko heard this on the phone more than once. One of his remarks made our Comrade Ma so angry several times that he almost smashed the phone. Fortunately, he finally restrained himself under the influence of reason.
Now, Malashenko has a highly mechanized self-propelled rocket launcher and self-propelled artillery force.
The advantage is not only that this artillery is one of the division's forces, and it takes orders directly from him, and he no longer has to argue with friendly artillery on the phone. The bigger advantage is that Malashenko can be like a stalker with his ex-girlfriend.
It's like saying goodbye, kicking off that annoying towed artillery, saying goodbye to all the procrastinating deployment of artillery positions.
Does this feel wonderful?
Of course it’s wonderful! It’s so beautiful that our Comrade Lao Ma feels like the pores all over his body are stretched. This feeling cannot be accurately expressed in words.
"Blow up these bastards! Seeing these Germans dying and writhing in the sea of fire makes me a hundred times happier than my birthday! I won't lie!"
Iushkin's vicious words caught Malashenko's attention. This guy had just opened the top of the turret on the other side and got out to look at the scenery.
"When this wave of explosions is over, we will rush forward and crush them into frozen meat patties! When spring comes next year, the grass here will grow more lush than in previous years, and there will be enough fertilizer!"
Iushkin's expression when he said this was as fierce as the gang boss saying, "I'm going to chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs." Even Malashenko couldn't figure it out for a while, where did this kid suddenly appear from?
It came out so popular.
"Let me guess, you kid is hiding something from me. The taste of your words is even more ISU152 than Katyusha. If words could kill, the German would have been turned to ashes by you."
A battalion of Katyusha rocket shells were raining down before they completely exploded. The German position in a sea of fire once again received a second wave of gifts: two battalions of ISU152 self-propelled artillery.
This huge, slow-moving steel behemoth with heavy armor protection and the ability to force frontal breakthroughs is far more bulky than the lightly armed Katyusha rocket launcher, and the preparation time before firing is relatively longer.
, the firepower projection density and rate of fire are far inferior to those of Katyusha.
But it's not completely without benefits, such as its high power and sustained firepower.
The ISU152 self-propelled artillery of the two battalions fired volleys alternately. The high-elevation 152 howitzer pointing obliquely at the sky delivered destructive projectiles to the top of the German guy's head with a curved trajectory.
In the raging sea of flames, you couldn't even see the complete corpse of the German.
Here an arm exploded from the earth, there a thigh burst out of the fireball, and finally there was a German guy's head that was carried away by the shock wave like a ball holding an M35 helmet...
This freezing weather has already frozen the earth. The difficulty of digging field fortifications in the frozen soil with a depth of more than three meters is no less than that of the sudden invasion of the United States by Canada. Not only does it sound ridiculous, but it is actually done.
Going up is even worse, after all, there are no excavation machines these days and all depends on manual labor.
The forcibly recruited migrant workers, the Ukrainian puppet army, the bastard army of the servant country, and in the end, even the "noble" Germans themselves went into battle carrying shovels and hoes, but they still couldn't deal with this freezing cold man.
There is a three-meter thick layer of frozen soil. The feeling of digging with a hoe and a shovel is similar to hitting a steel plate with a sledgehammer. It can make people's hands sore and numb, and they will lose consciousness if they use it a few times.
So the quality of the highland fortifications that the Germans painstakingly managed was actually not that good. The trenches were not very deep, and the traffic trenches were so shallow that a tall man could almost step out of them. The quality of the most critical anti-gun holes was also not that good.
, not to mention not much was dug, and it was basically a perfunctory job, at most a shallow anti-blast hole that could block artillery shells with a caliber of less than 100 mm, because it was really impossible to dig any further.
Katyusha and the 152 Divine Cult came and exploded together. The geotechnical bunker, which was already in ruins, could not withstand this ravage and fell apart in an instant.
Many Germans were directly killed by shelling, but many more were buried in collapsed permafrost shell-proof caverns and suffocated to death.
Whether it is the Katyusha or the 152 Divine Cult, as long as this heavy artillery firepower accurately hits within a radius of five meters on the surface of the bombhole, if it is not destroyed, it can only be said that the two great gods of Bismarck and Kaiser are saving their lives.
The head of state is not very good at the moment and his skills are not enough.
The German position in a sea of fire was still churning and burning. Iushkin, who witnessed all this with his own eyes, could hear Malashenko's question, and the words he blurted out soon reached Malashenko's ears.
"There is a place behind the village. I guess you haven't seen it. Artyom and I discovered it when we were wandering around."
"That damn place is a corpse pit! You can't imagine what it would look like if there were still half of the arm and the palm that hadn't rotted cleanly, suddenly exposed out of the frozen soil like a plant emerging from the soil."
"I asked different villagers, but the answer was the same..."
"When winter first came, those scum of the SS suspected that this place supported the guerrillas, so they came in person and arrested almost all the young and middle-aged men in the village and shot them collectively. The bodies were buried casually by Ukrainian workers, and they were all given to the tiles.
Lensky, that bastard who worked as a prostitute, just covered it with a shallow layer of soil and did his job half-heartedly."
"Perhaps the scum of the SS thought that this would have a better deterrent effect? They were simply conniving, deliberately letting this happen, and letting the whole village see it with their own eyes. The leader was Walensky's boss, that
SS leader Stauffen!"
"The first snow fell on the night when the soil was buried. Those corpses didn't even have time to completely rot. The bones and the half-rotted stinky flesh were exposed outside the soil and stood there standing upright!"
"Uh... I really can't stand it. I feel sick just thinking about it now! That scene will probably never be forgotten for the rest of my life, and there is even a head exposed! No battlefield ruins are so disgusting! They are all