"What's going on!? What happened!? Who gave the order to fire the cannon? They are all entangled with the Germans and they are still firing. Aren't you afraid of blowing me up to death!? Ah!?"
Comrade Lao Ma was very angry. He was so angry that his brain was congested on the spot, and he was about to go berserk.
The attack on our side was going well in an orderly manner, but suddenly, for some reason, a burst of crazy shelling came over us like rain.
Fortunately, the shelling was not directed at Malashenko, but instead roared in depth toward the German position farther ahead and farther out.
The shelling roared across the top of the head and then went straight towards the farther area controlled by the Germans. Malashenko's eyes were as wide as eggs. In a moment of astonishment, it turned into a sea of fire that exploded one after another.
Devouring everything around it.
Such a scene before us almost stunned Comrade Ma on the spot.
Malashenko, who was wide-eyed, couldn't understand. He had done nothing. He didn't call for artillery support, and he didn't issue any artillery-related orders. How could artillery support come roaring in unexpectedly?
After flying over his head, it landed on the top of the German's head in a straddle shot and exploded into a sea of fire.
Yes, it is true that the shelling did not hit the top of one's head, but the assault force at the forefront was only two to three hundred meters away. One step further was the shrapnel damage radius of the large-caliber heavy artillery. It can be said that
As long as it is a little higher, the unlucky ones who are blown away at this moment are not just the Germans, but many Red Army soldiers who are charging forward will be buried.
Who gave the order to fire this bombardment? Do you want to kill me? Are you rebelling?
Malashenko, who was also rushing forward, immediately became furious. If the shelling was slightly higher and landed on the top of his head, the fragile top armor of the IS4 heavy tank would not be able to withstand the large-caliber grenade.
After receiving the initiation, being fried into meat sauce and then grilled to a pulp was the only possible outcome for him today.
The comrade division commander was very angry, and as a result of his anger, he picked up the radio transmitter at hand and started yelling. The radio channel was immediately filled with Malashenko's strong anger, but the next thing that came from the other end of the radio
The answer was even more surprising.
"Fire artillery? What are you talking about? No one gave the order to fire artillery. The artillery position is still on standby. There is silence now. If the artillery position fires, I can hear the sound of artillery here, but now I only hear the distant sound from you.
Sound of firefight."
"...."
Listening to the reply given to him by Comrade Political Commissar, Malashenko, holding the radio transmitter in his hand, half-opening his mouth and blinking his eyes twice, was even more confused, with a bunch of question marks on his face.
"What the hell is going on!? It's not a shelling from us, so where did the shelling in front of me come from? It couldn't be Germans bombarding Germans, right? The SS is here to help.
Are we attacking the Wehrmacht or something?"
Malashenko's voice gradually trailed off. As soon as he finished speaking, the radio wave called by another voice was already connected to the command vehicle's radio station.
"Comrade division commander, something is wrong! There is a sound of artillery behind the dirt bag at one o'clock diagonally in front of us. It is very loud! It sounds like a heavy artillery group is firing at the Germans. Their target is not us. Is this a friendly force?"
???
This... what the hell is this? Where the hell is this friendly heavy artillery group coming from!?
Malashenko, who was violently bombarded with all kinds of unexpected situations, was now completely confused. No matter how good his brain was, he could not understand what was going on in this bloody situation.
"Calm down, Malashenko, you have to calm down, the troops still need your command."
With strong self-suggestion, Malashenko took two deep breaths in succession and once again tightened his grip on the radio transmitter in his hand. He already had a simple and straightforward response plan in mind.
"Rush up, Kulbalov! Take down the dirt bag diagonally in front of you at one o'clock and see what the hell is firing behind that dirt bag! Then you know what to do, you don't need to teach me.
you!"
"...."
It was really unexpected that comrade division commander could give such an order and reply. Kulbalov, who was holding the radio transmitter and blinking twice, was also dumbfounded. After two seconds, he recovered and then
Press the call button again and the call will be heard.
"Understood. I will contact you again after the task is completed. Over."
The contact with Comrade Political Commissar and Kulbalov came to an end one after another. Malashenko, who still could not solve the doubts in his heart, became more and more confused. There was only one thing left to do in this situation.
"Suspend the attack. All frontline troops, immediately suspend the attack! Find bunkers and wait for my orders. I repeat, stay where you are and do not continue to attack!"
It is actually a very taboo thing to suddenly stop halfway while the attack is still in progress. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a taboo for military strategists.
Either you fight or you retreat. What kind of nonsense is it to sit there and do nothing without fighting or retreating? What's more, the place you are staying is still the enemy's position. The only outcome of a sit-in war is to let go.
Either running away from the enemy or waiting for the enemy to gather stronger strength and then come back, neither of which can be considered a good thing. Malashenko, who felt as if he had eaten a fly, could only stare anxiously but was helpless.
The only quick solution is to wait for Kurbalov to finish everything as soon as possible and then receive new news. This is the only option to solve all the mysteries so far.
"Charge! Each vehicle crew forms an assault formation and take down the dirtbags in front of me! All charge!"
From Malashenko's order, he realized that the current battlefield situation was unexpected and unpredictable. Kulbalov, who knew how dangerous this unknown situation was on the battlefield, was also anxious, and then
After receiving Malashenko's death order, he immediately mobilized all the troops at hand, gathered into a powerful assault energy, and rushed straight towards the mountain in front of him.
A dense group of IS6 heavy tanks roared and charged, followed closely by the red-eyed Red Army soldiers holding AKs and Bobosha and firing desperately, regardless of ammunition consumption.
The remaining German troops who were suppressed in the circular position under the earthbags could hardly even raise their heads. The dense automatic firepower that swept in like a storm was simply unprecedented. With the iron fists and tank killers in their hands, they could not be found at all.
With an attack window and a chance to fire, this is the most real situation of the German troops who are being suppressed.
"We're going to be doomed! Hans! The Russians are going to come and tear us apart. It's all over now!"