Malashenko tried to pass the harmonica to Iushkin, at least with a look of questioning while turning his head.
But Iushkin refused, with a look of indifference, as if he had turned a blind eye to everything in front of him.
"The No. 177 crew has only one commander. If you leave in this way, then I will only recognize you as the commander of the leadership division."
Malashenko was startled, and felt his nose sore for an inexplicable moment.
"It's not worth it..."
"Stop talking, that's enough. We all understand what each other wants to express, and we will leave the rest for later. There is no time to waste."
"..."
Iushkin was right, there was not much distance left from the small target village marked on the map, and the final moment was already close at hand and was about to come.
"No matter what happens, we face it together, just like always."
"..."
When the battle situation was approaching, he closed the turret hatch and returned to the vehicle. Malashenko quietly leaned on the commander's seat and finally collected his emotions. He sighed and listened to the huge turret sitting next to him.
Iushkin, who was sitting in the gunner's position on the other side, couldn't help but say this slowly.
"Someone, like you, said the same thing to me, let us face it together."
Iushkin stopped adjusting the sighting equipment in his hand, and was stunned for a moment. When he slowly turned his head in a somewhat mechanical manner, he only saw Malashenko's face, which finally changed, with a look of loss.
"It's Comrade Political Commissar."
"..."
Hearing this, Iushkin wanted to say something, but he just couldn't speak, or he didn't know how to speak. It was the right and best way to speak. After thinking about it, he remained silent in the end.
"Don't think about this, everyone, Seryosha, Artyom, and Sergei. Now is not the time to think about it, it's time for us to perform on stage. This is the revenge we are pursuing, to regain the glory.
The moment, no matter how it comes, you know what to do."
There was no high-spirited pre-war declaration, and there was no morale boosting that Malashenko was good at.
Only Malashenko returned to his proper state with familiar firmness.
"start to act!"
Boom boom boom boom——
Boo hoo hoo hoo——
Boom--Boom--
The sky-high flames swept over instantly like a storm, and the overwhelming rain of bullets enveloped the entire village in just the blink of an eye, turning it into a rolling sea of fire and steel inferno.
Two brigades belong to the self-propelled artillery battalion, one brigade belongs to the Katyusha rocket artillery battalion, and one brigade belongs to the Andlyusa heavy rocket artillery battalion.
True to his word, Malashenko gathered more than half of the division's most elite mobile artillery to fight.
The heavy firepower artillery battalion under the unique synthetic structure of the leader division, taken alone, has a devastating strike firepower that far exceeds that of units of the same level, and is enough to cope with the high-intensity firepower requirements of a conventional division.
When the four battalions opened fire at the same time, concentrating the firepower projection coverage points in and outside the village, including the peripheral warning positions, and the width of the frontal battlefield was less than five kilometers, the impact of the attack was simply unprecedented.
.
On every square meter of land, there are artillery shells almost every minute and every second, and rockets are constantly falling. The firepower that Malashenko mobilized from the retreat in order to regain his honor for his fallen comrades is destroying madly.
affecting everything within its reach.
Be it steel or flesh and blood.
Everything within the target range is steaming, burning, rolling and destroyed, until not even the slag is left in the wave of flames, completely turned into nothingness.
Before such a scene comes, the German army, struggling in destruction, must face an even more terrifying situation: that is, the ground shaking that can only be caused by the intensive attack of hordes of heavy armored vehicles.
It was the most terrifying nightmare from the Soviet Union to Poland and all the way to Germany.
"Russian! Russian heavy tank!!!"
"Stalin, it's all Stalin! I saw it! How come there are so many!?"
"It's too late, notify everyone to prepare for the battle! Wait... What is that at the front!?"
The barrage of fire that struck madly overhead gradually weakened, but still fell. Regardless of personal safety and risking being taken away by a shot, I ran from the anti-gun bunker into the forward observation post to observe.
The German commander who knew the enemy situation was surprised to find out.
Looking through the telescope in his hand, he saw a group of Russian heavy tanks rushing towards them like ferocious beasts from hell. The dozen or so vehicles heading towards them were completely unknown to them and had never been seen before.
"What kind of monster is this? It's bigger than an is6! No, look at those is6s! It looks like a father and his son, and his son who is in elementary school next to it!"
No one cares why the Germans used this wonderful metaphor at this time, because it is indeed true.
It is already huge enough, and its body size is exactly the same as that of the King Tiger. It has enough visual impact, but the height of the car is not as "tall and powerful" as the King Tiger's is6. Now there are more than a dozen people rushing to the front of the queue.
In front of this monster, the size difference between "son and father" is completely different. It is not on the same scale at all.
It was huge, shocking, terrifying, and the speed was completely disproportionate to the size of the behemoth. It was like a hell beast charging with its bloody mouth. The German soldiers who saw this scene could not believe it at all.
It could actually be true.
"Prepare the anti-tank position, everything! Prepare everything that can be used! These Russians are definitely not ordinary! Hurry!"
The arrival of danger is summoned, just as when it arrives, the air will be filled with the smell of destruction and death, making everyone who feels it shudder and have their hair standing on end.
The German soldiers who had never seen this thing had no idea what those monsters were, but they knew that these running and roaring monsters were definitely not here to congratulate themselves or play games.
"Get to your places and get ready! Listen to my command!"
Those who can still move, those who have not recovered from being blown to pieces, the German soldiers who are as soft as mud monsters as if their bones have been ripped out, must keep their spirits up even if their feet and hands are trembling.
, as far as the combat position is concerned, all imaginable anti-tank weapons that have not been destroyed are already in place.
"Aim and pay attention to visual tracking! Keep your eyes open!"
"Okay...Okay, no problem!"
"Get within range, fire!"
call out--
Whoosh——
The short flying object that sprayed out orange-red flames screamed and flew out like a monkey in the sky. It pulled a long wire behind its butt and headed straight for the target. It was as precise as if it had eyes. It was like a winning hand that killed the enemy with one strike.