It cannot be said that the German army deliberately failed to lose, and no resistance was given in vain. From a literal point of view, these German armored soldiers who can really be regarded as "brave" tried their best, but the final result was just that they were beaten.
Brother, "Be obedient and let me see."
If you don’t show me? If you don’t show me, then who can be blamed? After being released from the seal by Comrade Lao Ma, he was knocked down with a single punch using his fatherly iron fist. This should have been the result, no surprise at all.
The remaining German armored soldiers surrendered. With the fear of death and the hope of surviving, they held up some of the things that were made from local materials in this way or that, or even pulled out their white shirts and temporarily picked them up and torn them from the head of their submachine guns.
A white flag poked out from the open turret hatch, signaling a ceasefire.
Immediately behind them were the German armored soldiers who were pouring beans out of bamboo tubes one after another. They tremblingly got out of the car and raised their hands in surrender.
"We have laid down our weapons and have no intention of being enemies with the Soviet army anymore. We have ceased fire! We are armored troops of the Wehrmacht. Please give us reasonable and fair treatment as prisoners."
Some of the German armored troops who came out to surrender spoke Russian. Although it was not standard, their voices were loud. The words they shouted carried far away in the northwest wind, enough to be heard by many people.
"Then what are the Germans shouting? They are holding white flags and dancing."
"I don't know, maybe he called his mother and ran away with the wild man. If he has a mother, hahahahaha..."
"Where does he have a mother? He is a pure fascist bastard. Even his wild father doesn't know where he jumped out of the toilet."
"Hahahahaha..."
The radio channel was full of veterans who had experienced many battles, joking and ridiculing their unmatchable words, laughing loudly. Malashenko was not interested in joining this tea party, and just picked up the radio transmitter in his hand.
Bring it to your mouth and then calmly give the order.
"One platoon of infantry will be left behind, along with infantry fighting vehicles. The remaining units will continue to advance. Our mission is not over yet."
The short and rapid armored encounter was indeed won, but the tactical goal of "complete the roundabouts, cut off the enemy's retreat, annihilate or force the enemy to surrender" has not yet been achieved, and this is the most important thing.
Malashenko, who knew this clearly, was just asking the soldiers to continue moving forward as usual and not to be hindered by the small results in front of them.
The brigade of Red Army tanks continued to advance under the noses of the cease-fire and surrendered enemies. The German armored soldiers with their hands held high and holding white flags did not dare to act rashly at all. The black hole visible to the naked eye and the muzzle of the huge cannon could tear apart even the armor ruthlessly.
What's more, they are mortal bodies, and the Russians can kill all of them in an instant with just a flick of their fingers.
"Are they going to kill us? Run over us???"
The words of panic and trembling were not just the thoughts of one person, but the thoughts shared by almost all the surrendered German armored soldiers. However, there were still a small number of people who were trying to cheer up their comrades.
"If you want to kill us, you have already killed us. Those medium tanks are faster and closer. Why do you have to wait for the heavy tanks to rush up and crush us into minced meat?"
"...Maybe you're right, I hope so."
What the real result will be will be revealed soon. The three infantry fighting vehicles, which were faster and had indeed received the order to move forward quickly, were the first to rush in front of the German armored soldiers and brake to a stop.
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"Get out of the car and move quickly! Catch those fascists!"
"You, raise your hands higher! Don't let your wrists go lower than your forehead, now!"
"Throw the gun away, don't use it as a flagpole! It doesn't matter if you don't insert the magazine, throw it away immediately!"
The mechanized infantrymen who spoke Russian dispersed their formation as soon as they got off the vehicle and shouted orders at the surrendered German armored soldiers.
Most Germans don't understand Russian, and that's okay. There are people among them who can understand Russian who will translate for them.
"Do as they say. Throw away the gun and don't keep the knife. This is your final warning!"
This German armored soldier who understands Russian is obviously very good. Not only can he understand and speak, but the translated orders he relays are effective on the spot. One by one of the German armored soldiers who are pointed at the black hole of the gun,
Do it all immediately.
"Yes, that's it. Hands up, line up now, get over there, hurry up!"
The German soldiers who did not dare to move and dared to follow the instructions shakily tried to line up in a row, but some people blocked the way while raising their hands to move, and happened to stop them from rushing forward.
The heavy tanks were in the way.
"Get out of the way! Get away! I don't have time to get out of the car and capture you personally, so get out of the way!"
On the only special heavy tank that was larger in size and obviously different in shape from all other tanks, a tall man with half of his body leaning out of the turret was speaking fluent German to those who were looking at him.
The German armored soldiers who were about to block the way shouted loudly, but this made the other German armored soldiers who were not blocking the way to watch the fun and not think it was a big deal.
"Who is that person? Tanks are special..."
"I don't know. I do recognize the words written on the turret. It's about revenge for so and so, someone. It should be."
"Shut your mouths and stop muttering! There are Russians everywhere. If you want to die, don't hurt others!"
"..."
Malashenko couldn't hear what the German prisoners who were not far away were whispering. The working noise of the is7's super powerful Red Navy torpedo boat engine had covered everything up. All the thoughts of the division commander were already focused on
He had no time to worry about closing the detour as soon as possible.
"Very good. If no new Germans come to die, the Germans will no longer have mobile troops that are fast enough to stop us."
"The detour closure point is just ahead, and the progress in Varosha is going well. The cage is basically closed, and now it's time to kill the pigs in the cage. Get the knife ready."
Taking advantage of the relatively free time at this moment, Malashenko quickly took out the small map of the war zone he carried with him and took a look at it. He found that based on the speed of advancement and time consumed, the distance between the troops and the pre-marked area on the map was
The closing point of the roundabout is only a stone's throw away.
In other words, if the Germans cannot draw out new troops to die within two or three minutes, Malashenko's predetermined tactical goal will be achieved: that is, to complete high-speed insertion and roundabouts, using the frontal battlefield and weak defenses on the left and right wings
Pointing from the side and back directly into the weak point, the Germans were attacked from three sides.
To put it bluntly, this is actually an enlarged and enhanced version of the dumpling-making battle in front of the position just now. The tactics are similar, but the results are the same: the German army, which has almost no resistance to the powerful technical and tactical capabilities of the leader division, will usher in a repeat as usual.