"Then what's next? What should we do next? Wait to collect the bodies of the Germans?"
The tone of Iushkin's question was a little unclear. He really couldn't imagine what meaningful things he could do when the Germans were in such a miserable state after being bombed.
Malashenko, with a cigarette in his mouth, raised his head again and glanced at the world outside the commander's periscope. The scene of the German struggling in the boiling purgatory still continued. He reached out and flicked the shell casings in the ashtray beside the seat.
After the ashes, Malashenko has made a decision.
"Haven't you always been looking forward to a real head-to-head battle? Are you still looking forward to it now?"
Iushkin was shaken up when he heard this, and his shining eyes seemed to have found the answer he wanted from Malashenko's tone.
"This is just the beginning, Iushkin. Soon, those German guys will know what kind of enemies they shouldn't have provoked, and then they will go to hell where they deserve to go and slowly regret this stupid thing that cost their lives.
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What Malashenko has been waiting for is this moment, a perfect opportunity to kick off the funeral of the German.
Judging from various signs displayed on the battlefield, the Germans have now gathered at least two and a half armored divisions, or even three or more troops.
This is very good for Malashenko. The opponent Comrade Division Commander really wants to defeat is by no means an ordinary person in the German army. What's the point of an old lady picking up the weak?
Since the enemy cannot bring him the pleasure of conquest in terms of quality, let him gather enough enemies in quantity and then use a devastating blow to take them away in one wave. This is the moment Malashenko has been waiting for.
Malashenko, who put out the dying cigarette butt in the ashtray nearby and blew out the last smoke ring, already held the microphone in his hand again.
"Lavri, Kulbalov, set off as planned! The closing operation begins, let us give a funeral to these fascist lackeys!"
The feeling of having two capable generals under his command is simply indescribable. This is also an important basis for the smooth development of Malashenko's plan.
After receiving the order from Malashenko, the main force of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, which was lurking on the left and right sides of the village's defensive position, finally began to move slowly like a giant beast waking up from hibernation.
Revealing its deadly and ferocious fangs.
Yes, it was only a tank regiment under Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division that was deployed on the village's frontal defense position to assist in the defense. It was not even Kurbalov's main regiment, it was just a combat force.
The relatively mediocre 2nd Tank Regiment was simply commanded by the division commander himself.
The Germans, who had no idea what kind of terrible enemy they were facing, thought that this strange and difficult defensive position was already the biggest obstacle. Little did they know that all the seemingly insurmountable difficulties in front of them were just an endless nightmare.
The tip of the iceberg, the real nightmare has just begun.
Click, click, buzz—
This is a strange-sounding sound that becomes increasingly harsh as it gets closer. It feels like the production machines in a factory are constantly increasing their operating power and making louder operating noises.
This is true for ordinary people, but for armored soldiers, a technical branch and a special profession, those German armored soldiers who have not yet recovered from the devastating air raid were almost the first to vaguely hear this terrible sound.
Time made all the hair on my body stand up, and I became alert.
The special nature of their profession allowed these terrified German armored soldiers to understand instantly even if they only listened with their ears and did not see with their eyes. There was only one thing, or rather a certain thing, that could make such an unusually terrifying sound of metal friction.
It can only be realized when all kinds of things are gathered together and reach a certain order of magnitude. This is a tank.
"Come on... God! The Russians, where did the Russians get so many tanks? Do they have reinforcements!?"
"Damn! There are too many! There must be at least hundreds of heavy tanks. My eyes are full of Stalin! We can't deal with so many!"
"Retreat, quickly! Retreat! Retreat to the starting position to defend, let those elephants cover us, quickly!"
"They can no longer protect themselves, we can only rely on ourselves!"
The radio was filled with sounds of extreme confusion and panic, but the desperate and terrible news continued to arrive, one after another.
The covering firepower that the German armored troops relied on was also regarded as the last hope for a smooth retreat: those Ferdinands who had just been entrenched on the small high ground in the rear responsible for covering fire... Oh, they should be called elephants now.
Type heavy tank destroyer, has now become a burning pile of scrap metal that is being cared for by the IL-2 fleet.
Not all Il-2 attack aircraft carry anti-tank cluster bombs. Some Il-2s still carry a conventional combination of 132 mm air-launched rockets and 100 kg aerial bombs.
To deal with these dispersed and not densely packed German elephants, the use of cluster bombs was obviously too wasteful, and a more precise dive tactical air strike was obviously more appropriate.
Almost at the same time as the main German troops charging on the front line were baptized by cluster bombs, the giant German elephants, which were unable to fight back against the fierce gods in the sky above their heads and were slow and clumsy, became Il-2 attack aircraft that could do whatever they wanted.
The best stage to display your skills.
The huge and square-shaped Scrap Man is too easy to aim. Not to mention the 132mm air-launched rockets with poor accuracy. It has no problem hitting it. It's just that the accuracy of the throw is more important than the unguided feel and experience.
Throwing iron bombs next to these scrap metal men is enough to be considered as a matter of convenience.
The precise and deadly targeted air strikes almost completely killed these few scrap metal men.
After an indiscriminate bombardment by rockets and aerial bombs, only the broken barrels, broken tracks, and abandoned abandoned vehicles were left on the shooting position where the fierce fire had just begun, as well as those that had been beaten into pieces.
A ball of blazing torches makes the unlucky person even more miserable.
On the other side, the main German force facing the front was subjected to fierce air attacks by cluster bombs, but they were almost completely unaware of the same tragic events happening behind them.
It was only when I was really planning to retreat and call for cover that I discovered that those Elephant heavy tank destroyers that were just fine and provided strong fire cover for themselves were now no longer able to count on them, and they were all destroyed by the brutal Russian "
The "flying tanks" were destroyed from the air and turned into a pile of scrap metal.