Malashenko, who was in high spirits and full of adrenaline, had no idea what the German leader at the station was muttering about.
Malashenko, who was commanding the troops to rush forward and fight fiercely, was in a veritable state like a mad bull at this moment. He was only one step away from breaking into the door of the porcelain shop.
A total of 72 available medium and heavy tanks in the whole regiment were all put into battle, leaving no one behind. Malashenko sent all the troops of the second regiment out at the beginning of the battle, in order to be able to attack them in one go.
The SS scumbags on the opposite side were lying on the ground, and they could hardly get up.
Judging from the current actual results, Malashenko can be said to have achieved his goal, indeed.
The pace of the attack was fiercer than a steamroller falling from the sky. The infantry of the Skeleton Division, who originally came to the station to receive supplies and equipment but had no time and no need to build any defensive positions, were in big trouble.
The Russians' machine gun bullets and large-caliber high-explosive grenades came like a heavy rain, and the poor Skeleton Division soldiers didn't even have a place that could be called a bunker. There was almost no place to hide. The only place to hide was just now.
The Russians' heavy artillery fire is preparing to blast out the crater. You really want to find a crack in the ground and crawl in without giving you a chance.
"Tanks, where are our tanks!? We need tanks to fight the Russians back!"
"Stop talking nonsense. The tanks are deployed in the south to guard against the Russians' pursuit! Nearly half of the infantry has also stayed in the south. Have you forgotten?"
"Damn it! Iron Fist, go find Iron Fist! The Russian tanks are coming over!"
A very cruel fact is that the Skeleton Division, which has just withdrawn from the dire straits and almost collapsed on the front line, not only lacks the heavy weapons of the infantry that have been severely damaged, but even some of the most basic consumables are at a low level.
In the insufficient state, for example, there should be an unlimited supply of Iron Fist on weekdays, and it can be hit with the open mouth.
The soldiers of the Skeleton Division, who were almost driven crazy by the suffocating pressure of the oncoming attack, jumped anxiously and looked around for anti-tank weapons, but found that there were very few weapons.
A few boxes of iron fists were quickly lifted up and placed in a relatively low-lying area where the Russians' direct firepower could not penetrate. This was one of the few places where the infantry of the Skeleton Division could take cover in the entire garrison area.
One of the favorable terrains is that there are close to two companies of Skeleton Division infantry. They are all crowded in this place, which is supposed to be too many for one platoon, seeking cover.
"Why are there only three boxes? There are so many of us sharing three boxes of Iron Fist? Are you kidding? This is not enough at all!"
The three boxes of iron fists that were urgently carried up by a team of two were medium-sized weapon boxes, with six in each box, making a total of eighteen.
Nearly two companies are divided into 18 iron fists? When did my great skeleton master become so shabby? Damn it.
They kept mumbling and cursing in a polite and easy-going manner, but the actual situation was that these SS elites of the Skeleton Division moved their hands and feet simultaneously, not slow at all.
They all swarmed up and snatched up all the iron fists in the box. It was not the first time they had used this thing, let alone the first time they had used it to destroy Russian tanks. The experienced shooters were ready. There were only 18 iron fists.
All were given to experienced shooters who had a record of tank destruction with the Iron Fist, ensuring that the opportunity would not be wasted.
Even among elites everywhere, there are many perverted skeleton masters who can defeat Russian tanks with their iron fists and still escape unharmed. Those who come back with all the parts are rare. They are only a handful. The opportunity is given to them to ensure that they can defeat the Russian tanks.
A tank's one-shot kill.
"Damn it, it's those Stalin VIs! The Russian prisoners told me that this is their most cutting-edge heavy tank. It is usually rare in a battalion. How come there are so many here!? I have never seen so many in my dreams!"
Although the mass production of is6 has been started as early as last year, for the massive Red Army tank force with a large number of personnel, it is impossible to complete the replacement of is6 in a short time. Not only the is2 produced in advance must be used,
There are also heavy tank units of the Red Army that are using the IS1 of the previous generation or the KV that is two generations behind. This is also one of the derivative results caused by the rapid replacement of heavy tanks of the Red Army.
The most unlucky heavy tank unit did not even have heavy tanks, so they had to use T34s to make up the numbers first, and wait for the other elites to complete the replacement and eliminate the old Stalin tanks before they can be used.
In addition, the is6's process is more complex, the construction cost is higher, and the actual output per unit time is lower. This has resulted in the vast majority of German troops on the front line actually not knowing much about the is6 heavy tank. Some battles are not important.
The second- and third-line German troops in the combat area have not even seen what the IS6 looks like so far.
That is to say, the SS ace elites like the Skull Division, who are always wallowing in pools of blood, know a lot about the powerful heavy tanks that they have encountered in Prokhorovka. But only in relative terms.
There were more. To be honest, it was the first time in history that I encountered a large group of IS6s rushing towards me like a vast ocean. It was enough to be called "Shocking the Skeleton Division for a whole year."
Before the group of cats were waiting in the low-lying area for the Skeleton Division infantry to open fire, the other Skeleton Division infantrymen who were in a more forward position and had no reliable bunkers were already in trouble.
The roaring and roaring IS6 heavy tank coming towards us brought an extremely strong visual impact with its huge body, which was extremely shocking.
The infantrymen of the Skeleton Division, who lacked usable anti-tank weapons, watched helplessly as these Russian steel monsters rushed from far to near, growing larger and larger within the sight of the naked eye, until they could feel it.
There was anxiety and shock in the air, but they could only use the light weapons in their hands to shoot at the Russian infantry who were following the monsters in vain.
The small-caliber warheads with relatively dense firepower hit the armor plate that was so strong that even Captain 88 could not do anything. Sparks suddenly flew out and all bounced away. The steel tracks roared and flew, and the steel tracks that rolled rapidly like a meat grinder did not suffer any damage from this.
He stepped on the accelerator and used maximum horsepower to run straight into the face of the stubborn enemy in front of him.
"ah!!!!!!"
Pfft——
After a heart-rending scream, there was a sound like a balloon filled with water being placed under the tires of a dump truck and being crushed ruthlessly.
Human flesh, which accounts for 70% of the body's water content, suddenly exploded under the steel tracks. High-pressure sputtering blood instantly covered the entire lower part of the steeply inclined car body, with strands of flesh and blood sticking to it as it continued to roll.
on the track pads.
The marching Red Army soldiers trampled over this "pile of meat pies" that could not even be called corpses one after another. They would not take a second look at the stinky remains of these fascist lackeys at their feet. They had reached the stage of close infantry combat.
At the moment of assault, the commander resolutely aimed the steel gun in his hand and pulled the trigger towards the enemy.
The real life-and-death battle has only just begun.