Although the heroic Soviet tank crews destroyed the same number of German tanks as their own in this almost one-for-one manner, there were still some KV1 heavy tanks that were not fatally wounded after the impact and were still able to barely fight.
However, this result is not a good thing for the First Heavy Tank Company led by Malashenko, which has an obvious disadvantage compared with the German army in terms of the number of tanks.
After repeated battles and collisions, the First Heavy Tank Company led by Malashenko now has only five KV1 heavy tanks and one T34 medium tank left that are still capable of continuing to fight.
And this includes Malashenko's own battalion command vehicle, which is less than half the number when he just fought against German tanks.
Although the hostile German tank group suffered greater losses than the first heavy tank company led by Malashenko, only a dozen or so of the more than 40 German tanks that drove in during the confrontation were still capable.
In terms of combat capabilities, it still has an overwhelming numerical advantage three times that of the last six tanks Malashenko has on hand.
The blazing battlefield filled with gunpowder was littered with burning wreckage of tanks from the Soviet and German armies.
The charred corpse hung upside down on the tank turret, and was sizzling with oil from the fierce tongues of flames coming out of the cockpit. It was disgusting. Although the motionless Soviet KV1 heavy tank appeared to be intact, there was no fire or explosion.
There were traces of it, but the five crew members inside had already been beaten into a bloody mess that could not even be put together by multiple German tanks using Type 40 tungsten core armor-piercing bullets at close range.
The KV1 heavy tank and the No. 4 tank, which had "died together" in the tank collision just now and were unable to move, almost simultaneously opened their respective turret roofs.
The Soviet tank commander holding a Somi submachine gun had just stuck his head out of the turret and before he could stretch his arms, the German Panzer IV tank commander who had already raised the MP40 submachine gun in his hand immediately pulled the trigger.
He mercilessly beat the good man's head under the black tank hat to pieces like a hornet's nest.
After a successful blow, the German tank commander was about to jump off the turret to escape. The KV1 heavy tank turret, which seemed as silent as death, quietly turned up again at this moment. The black muzzle was loaded with BR-350B type armor-piercing hood.
The grenade jumped in the fire and instantly blasted the turret of the No. 4 tank directly into the sky at a face-to-face shooting distance of less than five meters.
After abandoning their vehicles and fleeing, the tank soldiers of the Soviet and German armies had no time to take care of their injured comrades. The various self-defense submachine guns and pistols they held tightly in their hands became the weapons of these "tank infantry" to kill the enemy.
The submachine guns surrounding the wreckage of their respective tanks kept firing, turning the opposing tank crews who had abandoned their vehicles and fled into a hornet's nest. The German tank commanders who had not yet had time to take off their earphones were wearing their headsets, and even the Soviet tank commanders who had the same position.
They fought with each other with their fists and teeth after getting off the car.
The blazing battlefield of death, devouring all living creatures within its reach, continues.
The Soviet and German armies gritted their teeth and held on until their last breath. Only tanks left and the Soviet and German armies launched the final impact in unison. At the last moment of exhaustion, whoever can grit their teeth and hold on will finally win the battle. In the end,
The battle broke out immediately with the Soviet and German tanks competing against each other.
The turret space, which was stuffy, hot and full of the smell of gasoline, was filled with a nervous atmosphere that almost broke the nerves. Major Raquel, who was sweating and could no longer feel that his uniform was soaked with sweat, pressed the button again.
Communication button on the neck.
"Bolt! Bring four tanks and find a way to bypass the flanks and rear of those Ivans to cause trouble for them! Their frontal armor is already aimed at us!"
Compared to the hoarse shouts coming from the communicator in his ears, Bolt, whose forehead was also covered with beads of sweat due to the overwhelming pressure of the battlefield, also had his heart beating faster and his blood flowing.
"It is not a wise choice to face Ivan's heavy tanks head-on. Raquel, are you sure you want to do this?"
"What else can we do if we don't do this? No frontal offensive is equivalent to no flanking attack. The front of Ivan's heavy tanks will inevitably face one of ours! Someone has to be responsible for the frontal offensive, and I am the most suitable one.
!Do what you have to do, this is an order!"
He shouted again very fast but did not wait for another reply. Bolt, who was as calm as water, no longer did those meaningless things that wasted time. This man ranked second in the history of armored warfare in later generations.
The look in the eyes of the German armored ace at this moment was as sharp and razor-sharp as the wild wolf king crossing the snowfields of Northern Europe.
"The second platoon followed me to attack the flank of the Ivan heavy tank, loaded armor-piercing shells and set off at full speed!"
Before he finished speaking, the KV1 heavy tank, which had already pointed its frontal armor completely at the German tanks, once again sprayed out blazing muzzle fire. However, the two German Panzer IV tanks, which had always faced the enemy with their fronts facing the enemy, were still directly pierced through the armor without any suspense.
Then an explosion occurred, and the explosion shock wave with hot fire and tank fragments flying around instantly rattled the remaining German tanks around.
Through Kirill's hand, another BR-350B 76mm hooded armor-piercing grenade was pushed into the chamber. The sound of the breech closing was echoed in Malashenko's ears. Malashenko's physical strength was almost reaching the limit during the continuous running battle.
Shenke was also gritting his teeth and holding on for his last breath to fight to the death.
"Seryozha, reverse in first gear at a constant speed! Keep your distance from those fascists! Iushkin will destroy the nearest German tank, which is the No. 3 at eleven o'clock! Hurry!"
Following Malashenko's order, the KV1 heavy tank began to slowly reverse at a speed of 9 kilometers per hour. The driver Seryosha tried his best to maintain a safe distance from the German tanks to prevent close attacks.
The main gun sight, which swayed slightly and to an acceptable level, was held tightly in the hand of the gunner Iushkin and was continuously adjusted. Following the rhythmic swaying, the foot pedal was pressed with precision and timing.
The hooded armor-piercing grenade that was ready to go off in the barrel immediately escaped from the barrel and headed straight for the target under the violent impact of the breech firing pin.
A great philosopher once said such a profound philosophy.
"Only in the last moment before death can a person truly understand himself."
Graduating from the military academy at the top of the class, walking arm-in-arm with Alina on the streets of Berlin under the night, intertwined with the dagger and the Iron Cross in the sacred wedding blessed by colleagues, the lover with a slightly bulging belly is in France
At the dispatch station, I waved with tears in my eyes as I watched my last journey to the front line.
One after another freshly remembered images in his short thirty-year life flashed before Major Rucker's eyes like a slideshow in just a short moment. With his eyes wide open, he could almost see the rapid speed of the shot.
The incoming hood-piercing grenades were getting bigger and bigger, and Raquel couldn't help but slowly closed her eyes.