Two hours is not long or short, you have to say it is short. Malashenko really feels that such a small amount of time is definitely not enough to use the German stick. If you want to say it is long, there is no problem.
Changes may occur at any time within less than two hours of artillery support.
If a certain key point is breached and the Germans break through, then Malashenko will not have any available immediate support firepower to intercept. Those IL-2s are very powerful and can continue to strike, but there is a prerequisite that must be considered
Yes, IL2 is not always on call, but there is a call delay.
Looking at the response time to the previous wave of air strikes, Malashenko estimated that it would take at least twenty-five minutes from the call for help to the actual start of the air strikes. There are not even one electric fan aircraft flying these days.
How fast? There is a considerable time difference between taking off from the frontline field airport and actually arriving at the war zone. Twenty-five minutes is considered fast enough to give you face.
"Damn it, why do things get so messed up at the critical moment? Can't you let me complete my plan?"
The distraught Malashenko had no choice but to curse inwardly as bad luck. In the final analysis, war must be fought, and it was just a matter of difference between a rich war and a poor war.
Although some of the expected advantages were lost and variables occurred, Malashenko, who had calmed down and thought about it carefully, did not feel that the situation was that bad.
The advantage is still in his own hands, and the Germans who were blown to pieces will still face three-sided attacks carefully arranged by themselves.
As long as your troops advance quickly and fight hard enough, they can still beat the Germans until they are dazed and pinned to death in this damn place. It is better to have support, but it is fine without support. I have fought a battle that is more difficult than eating shit. I don’t know.
How many times have we been afraid that we would not be able to win this kind of battle?
"Damn it, I still don't believe it, I must kill these fascists today!"
There is no eternal banquet in the world, and the roar of artillery fire will eventually dissipate.
When the last artillery shell fell and exploded on the German position, the German position, which had been bombarded by unimaginable destructive firepower for a full fifty minutes, was silent and silent. There were huge craters scattered all over the place.
The staggering turned the Germans' simple starting position into the lunar surface.
Before there was any movement on the German position to organize troops to prepare for defense, a leisurely tremor of the earth quickly approached as the seconds passed, and became more intense, so much so that even the shattered earth and debris on the ground were shaking and dancing.
"Oh my god...Did the Germans have their positions bombed into the ground with their people? This is not like a military position at all. The land that has been plowed in the spring in my village is not so miserable."
When the snow melts in winter and flowers bloom in spring, it is the best season of the year for sowing and plowing. Of course, it is also the busiest time for farmers. Plowing the ground for sowing is what must be done at this time. Those who have been plowed
The land is so densely connected that it has changed the landform. Compared with the winter when the snow melted, it is completely different and the scene is completely different.
It is not that Iushkin, who grew up in the village, has never seen the scene during spring plowing, but even so, Iushkin still feels that the Germans' position was more severely plowed. Compared with this, the spring plowing
Farmers plowing the ground are like playing house. The scene they see with the naked eye can almost be said to have blasted the entire surface of the earth into the ground.
There were actually not too many German corpses and weapon remnants visible on the position. Most of them were buried on the spot after the earth-shattering shelling threw up the debris. Even those that were blown up were on fire.
The wreckage of the vehicle was extinguished by the falling clods of earth, and half of it was buried in the ground.
All Iushkin could see were those few arms and legs scattered everywhere, either buried in the soil, or simply covered by a layer of floating soil.
The destroyed technical equipment and gun remains were very fragmented and scattered everywhere. The conspicuous half of a Mauser 98k rifle was inserted right in front of half of the head, looking like a tombstone.
"There is no need to collect the corpses of the Germans, at least most of them. This is not a shelling at all, this is actually burying the Germans alive, Comrade Commander."
Iushkin, who was holding the gunner's new wide-angle periscope, let out continuous exclamations and sighs. Malashenko, who could also see this scene from his commander's periscope, also had a special feeling in his heart.
Comrade Lao Ma still underestimated the power of this wave of artillery bombardment, and directed the field artillery cluster firepower of the front army level on the heads of the Germans at the division level. Moreover, it was a powerful version of the unison bombardment for a full fifty minutes.
This would be really strange if the German guy hadn't been blown up into a bird like this.
"That's a good thing, Iushkin, it just saves us a lot of trouble."
Malashenko's answer and comment only included this simple sentence, and then he picked up the radio transmitter at hand and pressed the button to give the order.
"Each vehicle crew maintains its formation and continues to move forward. Inform the infantry to search for remnants and wounded soldiers after boarding the position. Those who are seriously injured or judged to be dangerous can be directly shot to repair them. There is no time to waste time on this kind of crap."
Malashenko has a very clear attitude towards prisoners. If you are still willing to cooperate if nothing happens, then I can spare your life and go to the rear to help build socialism, reform through labor, and enjoy the ultimate in Siberian farmhouses.
experience.
But if you are seriously injured and are hanging on to your last breath, or if you are still holding a gun handle, a knife handle, a grenade, etc. in your hand and are unwilling to cooperate, then my brother will not waste his words and time on you.
If necessary, I will reward you with a peanut, and hurry up to reunite with your gang of friends who set out on the road first.
One less piece of trash, one less mouth to eat and drink, less food and medicine for the motherland, and having a dog to look after the home is better than having such a No. 1 fascist stick.
As for the bullshit inhumanity and the treatment of prisoners, Malashenko scoffed and didn't bother to think about it.
When the Germans pulled out all the Communists, political commissars, and Jews from the prisoner ranks and executed them, did they think about what inhumanity and prisoner treatment meant?
Feng shui turns, the emperor comes to my house, you can do the first grade and I can do the fifteenth grade.
Since you dared to do this in the first place, you must be prepared for revenge. If you don't have the consciousness to be the conqueror of your horse, go home and eat shit.
boom--
Da da da--
Bang bang——
The successive gunshots did not move Malashenko's expression in the slightest. His compassion for Fascism had already been directly eliminated from his own humanity and dictionary by Malashenko.