If he could meet those bastards from the 502nd Battalion as soon as he rushed up, this would naturally be what Malashenko wanted most.
But unfortunately, after leaving the battlefield for just one day, the signs of the 502nd Battalion's activities this morning were already missing.
The group of German troops lying in front of Malashenko was not the troops of the 502nd Battalion, but a German infantry division that was transferred and stationed here at some point and was fortified overnight.
It is obvious that the German army is still unwilling to have its direction and activity space repeatedly compressed, but will try to push the front forward whenever possible to gain more actual control of the territory.
If the Soviet army on the opposite side was an ordinary force, it might be okay to do this. Even if the German infantry division with enhanced firepower was no good, it could at least withstand it for a while and not retreat at the speed of light.
But the problem is that this group of newly transferred German infantry divisions are not facing ordinary enemies. They are Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division who have just received the revenge buff, and they are the troops led by the steel butcher Malashenko.
Although there were some losses in the continuous fierce fighting, there were still more than 200 battle tanks of various types. Malashenko, who was too lazy to fight with these German sticks, devoted all his troops in the first wave of attacks, three tank regiments and an infantry regiment.
No one was left behind, and the troops were divided into two groups and began to attack with all their strength from the north and south directions in conjunction with friendly forces.
The goal of the operation is very clear and there is only one, which is to cut off the nail in the northern protrusion like a roaring giant ax.
As long as the ground connection between the German army cluster in the salient and the rear troops is cut off, it is only a matter of time before this group of Germans with no way to go to the sky or the ground surrender. Open up the north-south attack channels to form a line, and join forces in the hinterland behind the German army group in the salient.
, the mission goal is that simple.
"Attention, all crews, maintain fire suppression, give priority to dealing with the German machine guns, and cover our infantry as they charge upwards! Move forward!"
Before the battle began, they were subjected to fierce artillery fire for an hour. The hastily constructed defensive positions of the German infantry divisions were already riddled with holes and craters like the surface of the moon.
The anti-armor heavy weapons that did not dare to put too many on the first line of defense were basically blown up. When the battle really started, the remaining anti-armor firepower that could be fired and output was really very little, even those with a caliber below 75
There are only a few small anti-tank guns, let alone those large-caliber anti-tank guns.
With one hand holding the microphone and the other hand holding the commander's periscope in front of him, Malashenko was concentrating. Kirill's harmonica was placed in the breast pocket of the lining of his combat uniform and carried close to his body.
This battle is not only Malashenko's own, but also belongs to Kirill. In this way, Malashenko wants Kirill to witness successive victories with him until the evil heart of Fascism is shattered.
That day.
The remaining German soldiers running around on the position with various long guns and short artillery were in a panic. The roaring heavy artillery barrage and the rain of rockets falling from the sky had already caused huge casualties to them, and they had no time to react.
Then again, such a ferocious Russian steel monster roared onto its face, and came with a group of infantrymen who were equally murderous.
"Anti-tank man! Where is the anti-tank man!? We need anti-tank weapons, anything! Where are they!?"
The German captain, who was bombed into disgrace, nestled in the huge crater and shouted loudly at the surrounding soldiers. The two 75mm anti-tank guns he was originally in charge of had no longer existed after the Russian shelling.
Evaporated from the earth.
The place where anti-tank gun emplacements and simple geotechnical bunkers were originally located is now just two huge craters. Yes, the huge crater where Mr. Captain is now is one of them.
Without the anti-tank gun, you can only rely on other anti-armor weapons. Among the anti-armor weapons that can be thought of and can be quickly used, only the Panzerfaust and the Tank Killer can solve the urgent need, which is already burning.
The average-ass captain wished that the soldiers holding these two objects could appear in front of him quickly. No matter how fast, it was never fast enough.
As if they came in response to the captain's call, several German soldiers holding iron fists or carrying large chimneys on their shoulders stumbled around as if they were drunk, trying to get closer from another bomb crater in the distance through various wreckage along the way.
.
"It's Det, Det and the others have found the bazooka! We are saved!"
Of course, the captain was not the only one who was hiding in the bomb crater. The soldiers who were also hiding in the bomb crater also saw the exciting scene. It was as if a dying man had grasped a life-saving straw, and his eyes shone with excitement.
Shout out.
But, does finding the rocket launcher really mean there is hope?
I'm afraid not.
It was already very difficult for several German anti-tank fighters carrying large objects on their hands and shoulders to get close. It was as if there were a lot of machine gun bunkers in front of the position. The ferocious machine gun barrage was now literally covering their faces, all over the place.
Calling from time to time.
It was not easy to get through such a crazy barrage. Several German soldiers who were carrying heavy objects and had limited mobility almost turned into mice crossing the street shouting for beatings, dancing in the bullets. But Rao still didn't expect that.
There will be even more unfortunate surprises to come.
call out--
Boom——
A blast that was more powerful and heavier than the roar of the 122 gun suddenly exploded on the position, only a stone's throw away from the German anti-tank men who were running wildly.
The huge explosion was like an exploding gas tank in the back kitchen of a hotel, and everything around it was instantly lifted up. Whether it was the remains of weapons on the ground or human arms, legs, heads, and minced meat, everything that could be lifted up was
It was all blown up into the air like scraps of paper blown away by the strong wind.
The captain hiding in the crater was already quite far away, but he was still hit by the violent storm of flames that burst out instantly and had no time to dodge. It was shaken so hard that he couldn't open his eyes and his head was buzzing.
When the captain, who felt as if the whole world was shaking in a blur, opened his eyes again and shook his head forcefully in an attempt to do something meaningful, he suddenly felt a soft touch with his right hand that was very wrong.
"what......"
If you touch something that doesn't look right, you must subconsciously look at it. However, the result of subconsciously turning your head and looking at it is even more chilling.
A broken thigh of unknown owner was pressed down with blood and blood. The reason why it felt soft was because the palm was pressing the broken limb soaked in blood. This was sticky and warm.
The touch of the scene would not be that good even for a veteran.