A tank-on-tank battle alone is not called a mechanized assault battle. Malashenko's purpose was to use the residual power of the artillery bombardment to drive down this group of enemies in person as quickly as possible.
A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength, not to mention that the German guys in front of him are not rabbits, but they are lame but still baring their teeth and trying to bite people. Naturally, Comrade Ma has no reason to underestimate the enemy, even if
Based on the truth of "Kill you while you are sick", we have to use all our strength to completely defeat these Germans in one go.
"Let's go, get off the car! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
"Comers of Class One and Class Two, follow me! Pay attention to alternate cover!"
"Go! Kill those fascists, Ulla!!!"
They had never seen such a scene before. It was actually the first time they had seen it. The large number of German soldiers were shocked. It is hard to believe that the equipment was primitive and backward. A group of iron bastards suddenly appeared from the tanks like magic.
A lot of hair, this is like a fantasy like a mouse and a cat going to bed.
"Damn it! Am I blind? The Russians are getting out of the tanks one after another. Are their tanks mobile barracks???"
"Stop talking nonsense! Change bullets, change bullets quickly! Fred, bring another box of bullets over here, I'm going to use them all!"
"Kill the Russians down and no retreat is allowed!"
There were sounds of surprise, shouts, and low-level officers shouting orders as they tried their best to stabilize their own positions...
If this isn't a battlefield, it must be a morning market in a mysterious country in the East.
This noisy and chaotic shouting does not look like a well-deployed and well-configured defensive position, but more like a group of vegetable market sellers arguing over and over again in order to bargain, with spit flying everywhere.
Of course, this is indeed true from another perspective, and this is not a real position in itself.
It's just that this group of self-righteous Germans, who thought that they were the attackers and should take advantage of the Russian idiots on the opposite side in order to regain the ground, were unexpectedly intercepted in the middle of the road and hit by a hail of heavy artillery fire.
When I came down, I was paralyzed.
It's okay to be hemiplegic, but what's even more terrible is that those Russian idiots won't even give you a chance to become hemiplegic. They want you to be sent away by a wave of even more hearty relief before you even experience the pleasure of hemiplegia.
What's so refreshing?
The comfort of dying on the spot was performed by Malashenko personally arranging a one-stop service.
Of course, if you are not willing to retreat and insist on leaving it here to embarrass yourself, that is your business and will not affect what Malashenko will do next.
The German army has no intention of retreating, and its intention to hold on to the end is very obvious. Of course, Malashenko can also see it, and he will not let the Germans have this habit.
Holding on to the end will not allow you to find any usable steps for the Germans. On the contrary, if you do not quickly retreat and run away, let alone raise your hands and surrender, there will be only one final outcome: there is a dead end over there.
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"The infantry fighting vehicles cover each infantry squad, and the tanks advance forward in coordination with the infantry fighting vehicles! Fire freely and push these Nazis down!"
Just like the order given by Malashenko on the radio, the leader division in the assault state quickly showed an almost perfect coordination posture of infantry and tanks, and began to move forward step by step in a skillful and orderly manner, advancing rapidly.
As the main force carrying the line and increasing output, heavy tanks undoubtedly need to be at the front. Every time the powerful 122 tank gun roars and fires, it is the German army's most terrifying nightmare, and the solid armor like the Wall of Sighs is matched with plug-in upgrades.
The defensive package can make almost all anti-tank weapons currently in the hands of the German army useless.
They can't bear it, they can't fight it, and what's even worse is that behind these Russian Steel Godzillas, there's something even more terrifying for the infantry: the kind that can give birth to a bunch of Russians like they're giving birth to babies.
A "weird tank" with a high-rate, small-caliber machine gun on its head instead of a tank gun.
Those who were suppressed in the crater had almost no usable bunkers once they got out of the crater. The remaining German infantrymen who were desperate to survive soon discovered in despair.
Every time Stalin's heavy tank roars and fires, it is indeed terrifying. As long as the shot is accurate enough, it is not difficult to take away a German infantry squad instantly with a grenade.
But the long reloading time that followed made the German soldiers' fear of Stalin's heavy tanks become something that had rules to follow and ways to avoid. German veterans who pay attention to the battlefield situation and are good at taking advantage of the characteristics of the enemy's equipment
To be honest, we are still certain that we can survive the roar of Stalin's heavy tanks.
The premise is that this thing has not ridden on your face and ground you into sausage meat. In the latter case, even the reincarnation of the Kaiser cannot save you, let alone a German veteran.
But facing those Russian tanks with small-caliber rapid-fire cannons, not only the German recruits, but also the German veterans felt like they were having a Muggle headache, and it was extremely troublesome.
This thing has almost no reload time and has an extremely fast rate of fire. It is either firing continuously in bursts, or it is turning the turret to point at the target, which is in the process of preparing to continue firing in bursts.
It is said that the rate of fire of the machine gun is similar to that of a machine gun, but that is obviously not the case. It is far from that fast.
But the problem is that this thing is really a continuous fire, and it is the kind of ball that can penetrate the frozen soil layer more than half a meter thick. It will be useless if you place it on the edge of the crater or even close to the center of the crater, or further in.
Once you are targeted, you may be shot through the permafrost, and die in the crater without having to dig a hole to bury you, which saves trouble.
This small Russian cannon with a low rate of fire is just like an old chain saw in the hands of a lumberjack. You can say that its slow rate of fire is like the half-dead motor of an old chain saw that is about to die, but it is indeed always "
It keeps making "dong dong dong" noises, as if a chainsaw killer had put his work gadget to your ear to warm it up and start buzzing.
It's not scary to be killed by a single shot in a crater, with the body torn apart into a pile of broken pieces.
What's frightening is that the haunting, nightmare-like sound lingers in your ears. Every minute and every second of waiting for death is painful, difficult, and tortured, as if it is driving people crazy.
Death is not scary, what is scary is the process of waiting for death, and the unknown fear of not knowing when you will die, or maybe dying suddenly in the next second.
But even so, there are still German soldiers who dare to get up from the craters and try to fight back with guns. It is as if there is no shortage of war warriors on any battlefield since ancient times. Fear has never been able to conquer everyone. There will always be people who dare to face it.
And challenge, even fear.
It's a pity that the only thing that can be defeated by the German soldiers is inner fear and nothing else.