The Germans will not surrender, or as long as the soul of the Grossdeutschland Division is still there, and Lieutenant General Manteuffel is really the real soul of the Grossdeutschland Division as stated in the intelligence, then Malashenko can
Convinced.
This son of a bitch will never give up so easily before he spends his last bargaining chip and chooses to admit defeat in this armored battle that can determine life and death.
Yes, Malashenko is also aware of this.
Once the Germans lose this armored confrontation, all that will be left for the Grossdeutschland II is complete destruction.
Although this destruction is only a matter of time in Malashenko's view, whether the German armored forces are slaughtered to death or killed until the entire army is annihilated, this will have no bearing on the final outcome of the entire battle.
Influence.
A man with two legs cannot outrun a tank with two tracks. Even if the German armored forces fight to the end to buy time for their own large forces to escape, Malashenko can still kill all the German armored forces and then move on.
The two heavy-duty combined brigades pursued them together and hunted down all the remaining Germans who dared to resist until they were left with dead bodies everywhere, or until they surrendered.
So no matter how you choose, the final result is the same for the Germans. This armored confrontation is a one-sided massacre with no possibility of a comeback. The outcome has been determined from the beginning of the battle.
But Malashenko also knows that it is not that simple to get people on the verge of death to voluntarily give up their desire to survive, especially for the Grossdeutschland Division, a special unit whose name means far more than the meaning of the battlefield.
Annihilation is not just as simple as losing a division of troops.
This is equivalent to the fact that the morale of the Wehrmacht, which was finally put together with glue, will be shattered mercilessly once again, and the perpetrator is still the same "Stalin" as last time, the "steel butcher", saying that this is the destruction of the morale of the Wehrmacht.
Sexual shock is not an exaggeration.
"They can't afford to lose, especially here. The Germans will do whatever it takes to stay alive and not miss any chance of survival, Iushkin, and you know what to do."
After staying with Malashenko for so long, especially under the premise that Malashenko consciously trained him to the command level, Iushkin's vision of the overall situation and strategic issues has improved greatly compared to before.
It is actually not difficult to understand what Malashenko just said.
"Oh, of course I understand. If you want to die, I will grant them your wish! Now send them on their way."
Click——
Bang——
"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"
The sound of the cartridge being inserted into the chamber along with the projectile echoed in my ears, and the dull metallic sound of the breech closing instantly, along with Artyom's loud shouting, came to my mind.
"Death, Fascist's dog!"
boom--
Every time the 130mm-caliber Red Navy naval gun roars and fires ashore, there is a loud noise like thunder falling from the sky.
The muzzle velocity of up to 930 meters per second is directly catching up with the long 88 that the Germans are proud of. It is huge and far exceeds the medicine chamber volume of the 122 heirloom. It not only brings this terrible muzzle velocity, but also gives this 130 giant gun.
Destructive armor-piercing kinetic energy.
No German medium tank can withstand such devastating armor-piercing power.
Iushkin's superb and outstanding gunnery skills, coupled with the newly upgraded gunner's comprehensive fire control system and the excellent ballistic performance of the 130 naval gun, the final result is that every time the main gun roars, there will inevitably be a
A German medium tank was blown to pieces and spiraled into the sky.
This extremely cruel steel strangulation battle is still going on. Iushkin's perverted artillery skills of being able to fire immediately as soon as the shells are loaded, of course, kill the Germans with debris all over the ground, one car after another.
Che Shengtian died. But this also meant that the two loaders standing at the left and right rear positions of the turret basket had no chance to breathe and could not stop for a moment.
Boom——
Boom, boom, boom—
The gun breech jerked back at the moment of firing, and the sound of a mixed metal collision that spit out a huge scorching-hot shell echoed in the ears. This also meant that the shell that had just been loaded and fired was completely busy.
The two loaders, who were not touching the ground, had to continue working and load again.
But just when Artyom was exhausted and sweating profusely during the rapid reloading, and was concentrating solely on reloading and not caring about anything else, Artyom turned around again, preparing to hold the hand wheel for feeding the ammunition belt, and pulled it from his own body.
On this side of the first-level upper ammunition rack, when another armor-piercing projectile was rolled down for loading, an unexpected situation that was completely unnoticed just now came into view.
"It's broken! The first ammunition rack is empty, and all 7 rounds of reserve ammunition are used up!"
Iushkin just wanted to make a killing, and as soon as he finished loading, he opened fire one after another. In exactly one minute, he had taken away seven German tanks.
But a very real and objective problem is that the first ready-to-fire ammunition rack at the rear of the is7's turret, or the total of 7 rounds of ammunition preloaded in the semi-automatic loader, simply cannot support his squandering and running out of ammunition quickly.
Hearing what Artyom subconsciously shouted, Iushkin, who was also dumbfounded, suddenly turned around with a stunned expression. All he saw was the empty semi-automatic loader.
"Manual loading, don't worry about it! Load it as fast as you can! Load armor-piercing bullets! Keep going, fast!"
Among the four people in the turret, it can be said that only Malashenko, who had been counting the number of shots fired, was not surprised by this.
He knows the performance of is7 very well and is even more familiar with it than Shashmulin. Of course, Malashenko knows the price of the extremely fierce burst of firepower output of is7. The next loading work is really the highlight of killing lives.
.
"Help me, you carry the projectile up! I'll get the propellant, hurry!"
Artyom, who had quick eyes and quick hands, was the first to bend down and hugged the 130mm armor-piercing projectile specially placed on the side of the turret basket at his feet for the convenience of loading. He used both hands to hug it with all his strength.
In the arms.
While using both arms to lift the super heavy object, it also reminded the other new loader to quickly take the thing away. The propellant barrel that is thicker and heavier than the warhead is bound to be
It's even more difficult to deal with, so we must seize the time.
"Suka! Uh-huh...this thing...this Suka is too heavy, Brett!"
Already sweating profusely after loading with seven consecutive bursts of speed, Artyom was left in this state to hug the 130mm cartridge that was thicker than a young woman's thigh.
It's not an impossible task, but it's really damn hard!
It was actually Artyom who was holding the young woman's thigh in his arms, ah, bah, it was Artyom who was holding the propellant cartridge in his arms, grinning and cursing. The manual reloading after the rapid rate of fire was undoubtedly more difficult than expected.