"Damn it! The Russians...the Russians brought their Stalin gun trucks up!"
Stalin gun carriage, this is the nickname given by German soldiers to a very iconic and impressive enemy weapon, just like the 203 heavy artillery was called "Stalin's Hammer" by German soldiers.
Although it is inferior in caliber and power, don't think that the Stalin gun carriage is a weapon that is easier to deal with than the Stalin hammer.
In fact, you can even say that the battlefield deterrence this thing can create, and the visual shock and fear it brings to the German army are far more amazing than those Stalin hammers, because the latter is after all just a device that can hear sounds.
, but I can’t see my long-range direct-fire howitzer, but the Stalin gun carriage is different.
Every time those isu152s, which are huge and even larger than heavy tanks, appear on the frontal battlefield, they are absolutely a nightmare for German soldiers who need to face this heavy artillery steel monster.
The Russians are not content to just use these big guys as direct fire support firepower. As long as they are deemed necessary, these huge and heavy iron guys carrying absolutely heavy firepower will appear directly on the frontal battlefield, with roaring noises and sky-high flame explosions.
Amidst the sound, scores of German soldiers were sent away and died on the spot.
In just the first wave of attacks, the Russians on the opposite side not only sent out heavy tanks, but also sent in monsters that in most cases would only be sent to the front line when the attack was unfavorable, with direct aim and fierce bombardment.
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These Russian guys are crazy! Or they are serious about it!
Although he didn't know what the situation was, let alone the reason, the German captain who was sitting in the crater and was frightened by the horrific scene before him knew that the current situation was definitely not good.
"It's over... It's over. We can't hold it here anymore... We have to find a way to leave."
Looking at the overwhelming Russian steel torrent, and then looking at the soldiers around him who were cut down in pieces like wheat under the crossfire of machine gun barrages.
From the bottom of his heart, the captain felt that the enemies facing him were no longer the old opponents he was familiar with in the past. It was as if the enemies had suddenly changed.
But in the short run, such trivial nonsense doesn't matter. Who the hell can afford to talk about such trivial matters when their lives are at stake.
If you continue to stay here, you are waiting for death. Even if you want to fight, you have to find a place where you can fight meaningfully and continue fighting.
"You, you, you, and you, all of you, come with me. Let's leave here and continue fighting on more favorable terrain!"
The actual action is to run away, but it is still difficult to say clearly such words as "Brothers, run away from me quickly".
Fortunately, the few around him were dispersed. The soldiers who were not under the captain were also aware of the situation. They all panicked. When the commander said this, they must have agreed with it in their hearts and did not want to stay here and continue to wait.
die.
The Russian's mobile cannon will fire again no matter when. There is more than one scary thing.
The frightened captain saw the opportunity and rushed out of the bomb crater with the soldiers around him. Seeing that half of the trenches in front of him had been collapsed by the bombing, people could still hide. He was about to rush in to avoid the wind before considering the next step.
But he never expected that a series of gunshots suddenly sounded very close behind him. The terrifying sound of automatic firearms firing at an extremely fast rate behind him was so terrifying that it made people feel terrified.
No matter what happens to others around you, you have to save your own life first.
A captain who ate shit and flew directly into the trench half way in front of him. His face and mouth were full of stinky mud. The MP40 submachine gun he was holding accidentally dropped from his hand and flew several meters away outside the trench. He was caught by various unexpected circumstances.
Mr. Captain, who was scared to death by the terrifying formation, did not want to try to get that thing back, as he might lose his life just a few meters away.
"Ahem... ha... uh..."
While panting violently, he took out the Walter pistol from his waist and loaded it for self-defense. The captain, who originally didn't know what the gunshots from behind were about just now, finally looked back and saw a group of unknown people.
The Russian infantrymen who rushed in from whichever gap had already reached a position less than a hundred meters away from the guy in their hands, very close at hand.
The guy in his hand looks very similar to our own new assault rifle. The kind that only elite troops are eligible to change first for the time being should be a new assault rifle called stg44.
Putting aside the vast ocean-like torrent of steel, even the infantrymen held assault rifles that were equivalent to elites on their own side.
"I have to get out of here. These Russians are definitely the best of the best! What kind of bastard said that the enemy is just ordinary Russians!? What a fucking bastard!"
While complaining and cursing in his heart, his feet kept moving. The captain who was escaping quickly quickly rolled and crawled and continued to run in the direction he felt was safe. However, the battle behind him that had already entered the position was unexpected.
It didn't stop there, it continued.
The first wave to attack the position was led by the infantry of the own infantry regiment of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division under Malashenko.
These elite light infantrymen, whose lowest grade are semi-automatic firearms, are "tailor-made" to cooperate with tanks in fortified positions.
There are no heavy weapons, no heavy machine guns, and not even a mortar, but it doesn't matter. Any heavy support firepower you need can be obtained from those big iron guys just behind you.
They were swept into a hornet's nest when they emerged, and they were fired upon by machine guns when they moved to other positions. If they dared to get together, they were directly served by 122 and 152 high-explosive bombs.
If you fight alone, you are seeking death, but if you gather in a group, you will die even faster.
There are no people inside and outside, and the last handful of remaining German infantrymen on the dead position are really unable to hold it anymore. All the tactics that can be thought of have been exhausted, and none of them are easy to use. At this time,
Even oiling the soles of your feet and running around has become a luxury.
Of course, the only thing left to do is to do it if you don't want to die in vain.
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"Machine gun or main gun, as long as you say you need it."
Through the gunner's wide-angle periscope in front of him, Iushkin completely saw the expressionless, miserable German soldiers raising their hands in surrender one by one.
Iushkin, whose hatred was rising sharply, kept his feet on the pedals, his hands on the lever, and asked calmly, just waiting for Malashenko to say permission. Now he is really capable of doing such a thing.
There won't be any psychological burden.
"..."
Holding the periscope of the commander in front of him, he was noncommittal at first, with the same expressionless face. Malashenko did not want to say that he had not had the slightest thought of this in his heart, even if it was just for a short moment.
But after a short inner game of just two seconds, Comrade Lao Ma finally defeated his emotions with reason, gained the upper hand, and then quietly spoke to Iushkin, who was sitting in the gunner's position with his back to him.
"It's not necessary. Save some bullets and artillery shells. There is no supply this round. We must continue to rush forward and be prepared!"