"Your brigade has already eaten pork. Our brigade hasn't even drunk the soup so far. Don't fight with me this time. Otherwise, our brigade soldiers will block your brigade department and demand an explanation. Don't blame me for not reminding you.
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"Haha, what are you talking about? Brother, when did the leading division have to rely on courtesy and equal sharing to obtain military merits? If you have the ability, grab it. If you can't grab it, our brigade is not capable, and your brigade is the same. We compete fairly, that is, until the division commander
I still say this in front of comrades."
"Okay! It's really yours! I bet a box of vodka. Prepare the wine for me. We'll see you on the battlefield!"
“It’s a deal!”
The last pre-war meeting of the leadership division has turned into a "meat-grabbing and credit-grabbing meeting". Varosha and Kurbalov, two good brothers who have a competitive relationship, are butchers, and they both want to cut more meat with one knife.
The fat is left to himself, while the group of Germans opposite who know nothing about their situation are just big pieces of fat on the cutting board.
This is actually normal and nothing surprising.
Kulbalov, who leads the division's elite veterans, is shouldering huge pressure and does not want to leave others saying, "Is this the old team led by comrade division commander and handed over to you?" The main force is a group.
After being promoted to a brigade, it will still be the main force and will not change. Number one is number one. Anyone who is dissatisfied can just wait and see how our brigade performs on the battlefield.
Although Varosha's idea is different, it is also very simple. Our brigade is a brigade that has selected almost all the most elite troops. It is true that it is formed by selecting the remaining troops. But everyone is the leader of the division.
Troops, it's not that we are inferior. Why do you have to eat our meat? We can't fight the battles you can fight? That doesn't make sense.
Your first brigade is good at tank attacks and rapid breakthroughs. Our second brigade is also good at infantry-tank coordination and a steady and steady attack.
Just because the fighting styles are different doesn’t mean that we can’t handle the jobs you can do. Malashenko also sees this healthy rivalry between Varosha and Kulbalov that is close to competition, but
But never interfered.
What do you call an elite without internal competition? If you do well, I will do bad. In the end, everyone will be the same. Isn’t this a big deal?
As long as you don't act shady and cause obstacles for the other party, Malashenkoba must not have more of this kind of healthy competition.
After all, when the Leader's Division has become the "only" existence in the entire Red Army, and when it is difficult to find competitors of the same level among the millions of friendly troops, the only one who can beat and surpass the Leader's Division in terms of results is the Leader's Division itself.
Only by constantly surpassing yourself can you become stronger. The growth of a person is to constantly surpass yourself in the past. The same goes for an army.
After transforming this concept into reality, it became the competition between Kulbalov and Varosha, two concrete brigade-level commanders of the leading division. Every transcendence will be the completion of the self-transformation of the leading division.
Malashenko has always firmly believed in the promotion of the leadership, which will definitely make the leader stronger.
The overwhelming heavy artillery barrage and rocket rain turned the German starting position that had been plowed into the moon's surface and covered with floating soil, once again into a sea of fire with steel and heat waves.
On the other side, two torrents of steel, with bows fired from left to right, moving forward in tandem, had already left the Red Army position that had been fiercely contested by the Germans just now, and were rushing like arrows from the bow towards distant areas that were still under bombardment. Even just
Even the corpses of the German soldiers who had been stripped of their loot and thrown out of the position were still warm and had not completely cooled down.
"Assault formation, each company and platoon must keep distance between vehicles, go around behind the Germans and kick their butts! Don't let any of these fascist bastards escape!"
Malashenko strictly forbade Kulbalov while Varosha rushed too far forward. It was said that as a commander, he could not put himself in the line of fire and take risks. However, this was only a concrete manifestation of the "horse-style double standard".
Rashenko himself is useless, just like the No. 177 is7 prototype painted with "Avenge the Hero Kirill" is like a monster spitting black smoke, leading the charge.
I have lost count of this. This is the first time that I have been bombed today. The German soldiers have just emerged from the shell-proof hole. Their swaying mud-like bodies have not even had time to stand firm, but they have already seen two snow dragons rising like snow dragons.
The torrent of steel, which raised large white mist, had already hit the flanks of the left and right wings and was currently attacking with a crushing force.
It is really not an exaggeration to say that it is a crushing type, because you can't see traditional infantry plug-ins, low-speed infantry tanks coordinated advancement, only large, medium and small iron bastards charging forward side by side, it's a
There are no infantrymen hanging outside the vehicle, only the accelerator is pressed to the limit and it advances at full speed without any pause.
Shocked by this unprecedented attack scene, his eyes widened. Before these German soldiers, who had "shocked my mother for a whole year", could figure out why the Russian tanks did not charge with infantry, they could only see those little ones in the telescope.
Tank No. 1 suddenly spat out litter after litter of piglets like a sow giving birth: those were hordes of Russian infantry!
"Crazy! Am I blind!? Can the Russians create infantrymen from tank engines? Has Stalin mastered using internal combustion engines to create soldiers on the battlefield!?"
"Shut the fuck up! Diesel can conjure people, and none of the bedtime stories my mom told me were that outrageous!"
The Germans can spend precious time talking nonsense in shock, but the development of the battlefield situation will not be suspended for this reason.
Under the cover of crazy firepower from large-caliber tank guns, medium-caliber machine guns, and small-caliber machine guns, I successfully jumped out of the vehicle. Yes, I jumped out of the vehicle while the infantry fighting vehicle slowed down slightly but did not stop at all. I have basically mastered the mechanized infantry.
The soldiers in the battle essentials just raised their guns and fired.
Da da da da——
"Suppression, fire suppression! Don't let the German's iron fist show up, cover the infantry fighting vehicles! Everyone, follow up and move forward!"
After all, bmp43 is still a squeamish "lightly armored" unit, at least in the heavily armored leader divisions everywhere.
Those Germans have upgraded their "mop stick" iron fists. The larger shells have a higher charge, stronger penetration, and a longer effective range. Of course, they should be more bulky, which will reduce the carrying capacity.
The mobility of combat soldiers naturally makes them easier to target when aiming, making it easier to kill the shooter before launching.
It is difficult to completely suppress these German anti-tank fighters who are like gophers and may appear in the corners of any unexpected positions and trenches at any time with vehicle-mounted firepower alone. And those newly upgraded iron fists, as usual, will attack the second batch of is6 of the new composite sandwich armor.
It is difficult to be effective, and it cannot penetrate a batch of IS6s equipped with modular armor upgrade kits. However, it can only break through the armor defense of BMP43 from the front.
Even the upper and lower parts are covered with modular composite armor, which can barely withstand an iron fist bombardment. However, the new configuration of the small turret is really different from the modular armor originally developed to adapt to the physique of heavy tanks.
Matching, the sticker has a weird shape, the defense area is limited, and it almost completely blocks the viewing field of view. It seriously affects the combat effectiveness. It is better not to stick it.
If you can't passively carry it, you can only take the initiative. The soldiers who just got off the car and followed closely behind their own infantry tanks raised their AKs and leaned forward to fire continuously.
The German machine guns used to target and suppress enemy infantry are now unknown whether they were bombarded to ashes by the men and their guns, or swept to pieces. It is impossible to rely solely on the remaining individual firepower of the German army to compete with full-automatic firepower.
Mechanized infantry firepower supplemented by semi-automatic fire.
As soon as the German anti-tank fighters who were targeted in various ways showed up, they would immediately start with 7.62, 30 mm without cap, and a torrential firepower of 122. Even though they knew that the enemy had entered the effective range, they almost fired.
Without any effective blocking effect, the iron fist that has been held tightly in the hand but cannot find the shooting window is now truly a waste like the nickname "mop stick".
The moment when the battlefield situation changed soon came, but it was still not a battlefield change that was beneficial to the German army.
Those German anti-tank fighters who were swept into a hornet's nest, with as few as three or four, and as many as five, six, seven or eight bloody holes in their upper bodies, died suddenly. It was not until the last moment before their death that they desperately understood.
one thing.
It turns out that this group of Russian infantry whose tactics are unheard of has only one moment when their firepower will weaken, leaving you with a theoretical shooting window: when they accelerate to complete the final sprint on foot and prepare to jump into the trench, just a few short seconds
A second can be called an instant.
But don't think that at this time you will be able to have quick eyesight and quick hands and successfully hit the target with satisfaction.
The moment you think you have achieved victory and lean out, you will understand that those who seem to be able to ignore the recoil, holding assault rifles without even bothering to aim, rush towards you and shoot at the waist.
How scary are the Russian tough guys?
Accuracy? That’s just the unfounded moaning of someone with insufficient firepower. Who the hell cares about accuracy when the bullets coming at you are like level 8 winds and heavy rain.
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