"Fire! Send those German guys' metal garbage to the sky!"
Boom boom boom——
122 Heirlooms such as No. 4 and Sanbaldy are indeed very luxurious, and the consequences are also devastating.
Most of the King Tigers and Panthers that were taken away by the 122 cannon were barely complete tank wrecks, but for the No. 4 and Sanbald, which had fragile armor and extremely small space inside the vehicle, 122mm projectiles
The explosive aftereffects caused by this terrifying warhead charge are completely destructive.
Under Malashenko's roaring order, the heavy tanks of the Second Regiment only fired the first salvo after driving out of the position, and took away a large number of German troops in a huge wave of flames and explosions.
tank.
The group of German armored soldiers who were left as scapegoats were already of low quality. They didn't have many good vehicles. They were just junk like No. 4 and San Baldy. What's more, they were not many in number, with less than two.
Only ten cars.
Such a violent first wave of ferocious attacks directly cut the total number of tanks of the German rear group in half. Amidst the violent explosions, armor fragments and parts were scattered everywhere, and they surrounded the tanks to seek cover and fight.
The German infantry was also very unlucky.
What it looks like in a parking lot that has been hit by a tornado, what it looks like when the ammunition explodes around the tank. The German soldiers are all swept into a sieve, torn to pieces, and then fell into a pool of blood.
"What the hell! The Russian heavy tanks are concentrating fire on us. We are dead!"
"Don't worry about that, those T43s are already coming! Get the iron fist and deal with them first! Hurry!"
"No retreat! Fight, keep fighting! Our mission is to delay..."
call out--
boom--
A German officer who held up a Walther pistol and shouted an order didn't even have time to finish his words. An 85mm high-explosive bomb that flew straight from nowhere exploded at his feet, breaking through a large area.
of craters.
The body was annihilated and dissipated in just an instant. The surrounding German soldiers did not even have time to see how their commander was missing. They only saw that where a person should have been standing after the explosion, now only a person was left.
The crater, as well as the fragments of flesh and blood and the remains of meat paste in the area where it was impossible to tell which part of the human body belonged to it.
"I... we will be like this! We will be like him!!! Fuck the war, I don't want to die! I want to surrender, I want to find the Russians to surrender!!!"
"Surrender? Do you think the Russians will let you go if you surrender? Don't get too fancy!"
"I can't care if you don't surrender, so don't fucking stop others! Get out of my way!"
boom--
"Ah! Legs, legs, my legs!"
The brief but fierce dispute was once again ruthlessly interrupted by the roar of explosions. The two comrades who were still arguing at first saw the man not far away whose legs were blown to pieces with blood and flesh, and even his pale thigh bones were broken.
The poor unlucky guy who was directly exposed and howling loudly.
The tragic scenes with great visual impact always appear so straightforward and real, too sudden and fast. The two people who were still arguing just now have all closed their mouths in unison. To describe it more accurately, it should be that they don’t know what to say.
What, it would be good to argue about something, and it is not even clear whether there is any point in continuing to argue.
"We were abandoned, right?"
"...Yes, it was like this the moment I was left behind."
"Then we still have a shitty responsibility! I don't even want to be a soldier! If those bastards hadn't forced me to come, who would be willing to wear this dog's skin and come to Russia to be shot? I won't do it!"
The transformation from complaints to actual actions happened very quickly. When Malashenko was planning to use the last salvo to send all the remaining German troops on the road, which was no longer a company, he chose
The white rag strip on the head of the Mauser rifle has slowly risen from behind the wreckage of the tank.
"Please...please stop firing! You won, we decided to surrender!"
Listening to this poor German-flavored Russian, looking at the German white flag that he had not seen for some time, Malashenko couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth with a slight arc, and finally smiled and spoke.
"Yes, this is the wise choice."
Starting from the position, the Red Army soldiers who charged outward were extremely fast. Along with their own medium tanks that opened the way, they quickly rushed to the German position, killing all the surrendered German troops who were listless and completely lost their will to fight.
After being disarmed, they were all gathered together after three strikes, five divisions and two for easier management. This experience of dealing with prisoners was obviously too familiar to be familiar to them.
Seeing such a scene from the commander's periscope in his hand, Malashenko realized that the short battle in front of him was over. He immediately pushed open the turret hatch above his head and stretched out his entire upper body.
Go out.
"Comrade division commander, what should we do with these German prisoners?"
Malashenko, who had just stepped out of the turret, didn't have time to look around. Then he heard someone calling him from the side of the car. He subconsciously looked back and found that it was an infantry lieutenant saluting him and asking questions.
.
Looking at the German prisoners of war who had been escorted in line in front of him and who were all waiting quietly, Malashenko, who really had no interest in these guys, then waved his hand at the group of German prisoners like swatting away flies.
, and gave the order.
"Get them all away! We don't have time to deal with this bunch of Nazi garbage! Leave it to the comrades of the infantry division who are helping us to defend the position. We are all their prisoners. Our division has a bigger mouthful of meat waiting to eat!"
"Yes, Comrade Commander!"
It was only after he drove the car out of the position and arrived at the remains of the battlefield that Malashenko had time to take a closer look at the hell-like miserable scene in front of him.
Countless German tank wrecks were scattered all over the battlefield. Some of them were lying on the battlefield like unclaimed zombie cars, with their heads tilted. Others were like burning corpses in a crematorium with full power.
No, who knows how long these German guys’ one-stop service urns will have to burn to the end.
After sniffing the strange mixed smell of gunpowder, gasoline, and blood in the air, Malashenko, who frowned, just pinched his nose, as if to make it feel better, and then stopped driving.
After staying outside for too long, he returned to his position as commander once the hatch cover was closed.
"Each vehicle crew continues to move forward and catch up with the pursuing troops of the 1st and 3rd regiments as soon as possible! The distance between the vehicles is spread out and a dispersed assault formation is used. The infantrymen get on the vehicles and set off immediately!"