A steel siege has turned into a cat-and-mouse game. Malashenko does not feel too bad about this reality, nor is he surprised. After all, if the Germans just sit back and wait to die without doing anything, then
That's what's really weird.
It is estimated that the current Germans may still feel that they have a good chance of escaping. As long as they work hard, there is still hope that they can escape.
"Did you mention any other news? For example, where exactly are the bastards from the Viking division, forward or behind?"
Among the 30,000 to 40,000 German troops who fled, Malashenko was most concerned about the inhumane beasts called the Viking Division. At the same time, this was also the only remaining organic armored force among the German troops that had fled.
Yu Lidu is regarded as the first priority target by Malashenko, and figuring out the specific situation of the Viking Division has become a top priority in Malashenko's eyes.
"The forward troops, the Viking Division, were placed at the front of the breakout group. The Germans should have expected that we would pursue and intercept them. This is inevitable. The subsequent pursuit can solve the problem by cutting off the tail to survive, but
The interception directly ahead cannot be delayed at all, it must be fought quickly and decisively."
"Otherwise, the Germans will soon be surrounded by the Red Army coming from all directions. It can be seen that the bastard commanding these Germans still has some brains."
Malashenko couldn't remember exactly who was the person who commanded the besieged German troops in the Cherkasy encirclement, but now that he thought about it, it didn't matter whether he knew it or not.
In the current situation, even if Rommel is transferred to take over the command, he will never be able to break out. We are surrounded to death and there are wolves in front and tigers in the back. You are a god, so you can't escape from my hands.
At this point, Malashenko, who thought of Rommel's name completely accidentally, was inexplicably touched.
If nothing else happens, Rommel will be poisoned to death by Hitler soon, right?
Well, if you think about it this way, has the countdown to assassinating Hitler begun?
I don’t know whether the assassination of Hitler will be successful in this timeline or in this world. Malashenko, who has become accustomed to the butterfly effect caused by himself, now feels that this matter is really hard to say, and maybe he really wants to kill Hitler.
He might have been killed by a loud noise.
If this is really the case, then the situation will be very happy.
Who knows what kind of chaos there will be within Santoku. Meyer, Goebbels, Himmler, and the Juncker aristocratic officer corps of the Wehrmacht, none of them are fuel-efficient.
We, Comrade Lao Ma, are naturally happy to see the result of the dog-hearted attempt to bring the donkey-like person to death. It would be best if all the dogs bitten and bitten by the dogs died suddenly, with no one left alive. That would be called a perfect ending.
But what the specific situation will be, Malashenko can't say yet. Taking it one step at a time is the best solution to the development of the current situation.
"Hey, what are you thinking about? I'm distracted at this time."
"Um?"
Malashenko's mind went astray and he didn't realize what he was thinking for a while. It wasn't until the political commissar comrades around him noticed that something was wrong and yelled that he finally recovered from the disconnection in his brain.
"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about some things about the development of the situation. Well, once you figure out the situation, don't delay anymore. Take the time to catch up and deal with those Germans. Take action now! Assemble the troops and get ready to go!"
Looking at the back of Malashenko as he jumped out of the car, the political commissar comrade who has not spent as much time with Malashenko these days as before seemed a little confused.
"There seems to be something wrong? Let's take a closer look."
Following Malashenko's order, Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, which had just killed a German regiment with a fierce and fast offensive, started to move again.
The Il-2 and La-5, which had only enough ammunition for this one battle and were running low on fuel for the return trip, had already turned around and returned. Malashenko, who was quite satisfied with the aviation force's performance this time, was wondering if there would be a follow-up.
Air support came to help him, but unexpectedly, the extraordinary truth that Cao Cao arrived before he could say anything came true again at this moment.
Woo——woo——
Accompanied by the roar of aircraft engines that came quietly from far to near, Malashenko, who stood half-body outside the turret and looked back in the direction of the sound, once again saw what he really wanted to see.
Something: A black Soviet aviation group is approaching rapidly.
Different from the previous wave of Il-2 attack aircraft plus escorted La-5 fighter jets, the fleet arriving this time has been replaced by a more powerful formation composed of 18 Figure 2 bombers. There is no fighter escort, only pure
The bombers were flying in formation, and the absolute air supremacy in the Cherkasy theater had given the Red Army aviation troops full confidence.
On a whim, Malashenko did not just watch with the naked eye. Instead, he grabbed the binoculars hanging on his chest and looked at the belly of the bombers in Figure 2 with the help of high-power optical magnification.
"Awesome! There are 500 kilograms of aerial bombs, one on each wing root, and there are probably two more in the belly bomb bay! Just like that, all these German bastards were blown up into the sky, and their tanks were also lifted up!"
Through past battlefield experience and comparison with the size of the Figure 2 bombers, Malashenko was able to determine that the two big black iron guys mounted on the wing roots of these Figure 2 bombers and close to the belly were exactly
The legendary German stick's death charm: a 500-kilogram heavy aerial bomb.
The charge of a 500kg aerial bomb is 250kg. As long as the accuracy of the throw is not too bad, there is no problem in taking away a 180-gauge German gun in one go.
The explosive power produced by an aerial bomb of this level when dropped is no longer comparable to that of a large-caliber heavy artillery. Although it is not as powerful as the one-ton sweet potato that the Germans like to use, it can definitely be regarded as a home trip.
The perfect choice for murder and arson, there are few weapons more powerful than this in the field of physical gun removal.
And this thing is not only a Noble Phantasm against people, but also a Noble Phantasm against cars.
Not to mention the crispy skin of a German truck, even if a rough-skinned and thick-skinned King Tiger encounters this thing, it will still be restored to the state of parts after taking the right shot. There is no luck.
Survival is possible.
A Figure 2 bomber can carry four of these 500-kg bombs, two at the wing root and two in the bomb bay.
The total number of 500 kilogram-class aerial bombs that 18 Figure 2s can carry is 72, which is equivalent to 18 tons of explosive charge. This is enough to make those Germans who are still trying to escape crazily drink a pot.