It's just that at that time, Malashenko did not take into account a fatal factor. The Germans who replaced shotguns with cannons had already used the more cutting-edge Panther 2 medium tanks with stronger overall combat capabilities.
Its front armor, which has the largest frontal projection area, is completely immune to the armor-piercing bombs from the 122 Heirloom, which brings the biggest variable to this already tense and fast-paced battle.
Otherwise, Stalin's heavy tanks, which can shoot a child at a time, are fully capable of completely blocking the Crispy Leopard from the position and unable to cross the threshold.
The result of this biggest variable was that Comrade Ma lost his hands and almost lost his skin. Black Panther 2, which had a qualitative change effect, came close to him and launched a wave of "Soviet massacres in space."
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Although he was a little reluctant to admit it, Malashenko still had to say that Lavrinenko was right.
If his good brother and best friend Kirill hadn't realized something was wrong in time and rushed over to save him, Malashenko estimated that there was at least a 50% chance that he would have ascended to the sky this time and be bombed.
A pile of fragmented charcoal grilled meat.
"Okay, let me admit that you are right. Who would have thought that the Germans would bring new gadgets to cause trouble this time. Don't worry about it now. Let's fight the battle in front of us first. Move quickly and take action!"
The unnecessary nonsense had no constructive effect. Malashenko, who ended the call in just a few words, put down the radio transmitter at hand, casually put it on the stand beside him, and returned his gaze to the car.
The long periscope is back in combat mode.
When Malashenko returned to the frontal battlefield again, the battle on the position continued in a familiar state.
The duel between tanks was fierce at the back of the position, while the life-threatening battle between infantry and infantry was carried out in the trenches in the increasingly heavy rain and mud.
"We've run out of bullets! If anyone still has bullets, give me a drum!"
"Over there, the Germans are coming! Beat them down!"
"Careful, grenade!"
boom--
The rain and mud were scattered in the violent explosion, dancing with the shrapnel. Varosha, who was soaked by the rain all over his body, felt that his whole body was frozen! The grenade thrown by the German army splashed when it exploded
The mud threw him all over, and now Varosha doesn't look like a leader at all, he is just a clay figure!
This feeling of being soaked in ice holes all over the body is really uncomfortable. I am not afraid of the cold winter snow, but I am afraid of the freezing rain that falls at the end of winter and at the beginning of spring.
Raindrops with an "armor-piercing" effect are much more powerful than snowflakes. It won't take long for a person to be drenched from head to toe and feel the bone-chilling cold.
The terrible battlefield environment imposed a fair "test" on the willpower of both warring parties to the greatest extent possible.
Who can persevere in this trial battlefield, which is better than the freezing winter snow, and fight to the end, who will finally have the last laugh and declare victory.
Obviously, the current situation is still that no one on either side of the war has given up easily, and the brutal fighting between infantrymen is still fiercely fought with blood spattered three feet apart.
"Hit the machine gun fire! Shoot down the German guy who is approaching first, then add more people, quick!"
"Comrade leader! There are many Germans, and they are attacking from multiple directions at the same time!"
Holding the helmet on his head and reporting loudly to Varosha, he was the commander of the first battalion of the main force with the strongest combat effectiveness under his command. He was also an old unit that was newly built on the spot after the First World War in Stalingrad. Even
This battalion commander was also transferred from another army and was a ruthless man who had killed many German soldiers on his own.
Varosha, who replaced the Bobosha in his hand with a fully loaded drum, did not reply immediately. Instead, he glared coldly at the battalion commander in front of him under the wash of the rain. In less than two seconds, he confirmed the other person's expression.
Then he spoke.
"So? You want to tell me that your people can't stand it anymore?"
"No...that's not what I meant, comrade commander! The enemies have already reached a distance where they can throw grenades to the forward observation post. You'd better lead the guard troops back a little. Things may change here soon."
It’s become a battlefield!”
Varosha probably guessed that the battalion commander in front of him would answer this way. After all, this veteran who was brave and fierce and not lacking in commanding acumen never compromised with the enemy. At most, he would use some crooked tactics in tactics and be loyal.
Faith and strong will are unquestionable.
"Take your men and fight your battle well! I personally led the commando team to rush towards the building in Stalingrad, and I was almost cut into pieces by the German machine gun. The danger is nothing! You don't need to worry about me, just do it
Do what you should do! Now!"
Even today, even though he has become the commander of the regiment, and is still the commander of the 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division, such an absolute ace elite unit, Varosha still never lacks the desperate attitude of Saburo.
, it’s like personally promoting him to this position, which is equivalent to the bole-like Malashenko.
Varosha always asked himself to learn from his comrade, the division commander, and always ensured that he stayed in the place closest to the front line where he could hear the explosion of grenades and the sound of machine gun fire. Nothing ever changed.
So even at this critical juncture, Varosha will do what he has to do, as usual.
Knowing that his persuasion would be useless, the battalion commander gritted his teeth and made another request to Varosha when his persuasion was fruitless.
"Comrade Commander, then I request that the combat engineer battalion be put into battle immediately! All three of our ordinary battalions are already on the position, and only their combat engineer battalion is left behind to watch the show!"
"I know they are Comrade Division Commander's treasure, and they are also your last reserve team, but the battle has gone on to this point. If our three ordinary battalions suffer too many casualties, then even if we win without the combat engineer battalion, what else can we do?
significance!?"
As a comrade of the battalion commander said, Varosha has indeed not used the combat engineer battalion to fight, and the reasons are indeed multi-faceted.
The combat engineer battalion is not only smaller than these three ordinary battalions, it is only equivalent to the number of soldiers of an infantry battalion of the ordinary Guards. It does not receive any numerical advantage because it is a unit of the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division.
It has been expanded and strengthened, and its ability to withstand battle damage is obviously weaker than that of the other three battalions.
If the losses were too great, it would be difficult for Varosha to explain to Malashenko. You must know that every time the division commander comes to inspect the regiment, the combat engineer battalion must be the subject of questioning.
Furthermore, as Varosha's military rank rose higher and his position became larger and larger, he was always accustomed to keeping a reserve team in his hands that could turn the tide of the war, and to use it at the most critical moment when it was most needed.
The last point is the new assault rifles equipped by the combat engineer battalion...
Varosha, who has personally shot a shuttle on the shooting range, knows how powerful this thing is, but what Varosha is thinking about at this moment is what Malashenko once told him: "Ammunition
It’s limited, and you only have one chance to prove it! If you think the time is right and you have to use it at a critical moment, you don’t have to come to me on the battlefield to ask for instructions, you can make your own decision!”