Malashenko thought he knew what destruction was and what the power of annihilation was, until this moment, the last second that had happened.
Malashenko finally realized that he was wrong, and it was so fucking outrageous.
Boom!!!
Just like when a hydroelectric dam built on a high mountain suddenly collapsed, the resulting flash flood poured down instantly.
Malashenko just felt that half of his body was leaning out of the car, and he was blown away by the oncoming storm on the middle of the hillside of the highland, which was at least three kilometers away from the direct visual distance. In an instant, he could not open his eyes.
It was difficult to breathe, as if an invisible and intangible wall of air had been slapped directly on my face.
For a moment, I just felt that the center of gravity of my entire upper body was unstable, as if I was about to be pulled out of the car like a carrot by the angry storm of flames and blown away.
Malashenko, who had no time to stabilize his body and retract back into the car, raised his hand and grabbed the machine gun mount on the roof of the car in front of him. He held on tightly and did not let go, letting himself be swept away by the strong wind like a boat in the sea.
The huge waves hit me head-on, but there was no other way to do it. In my heart, I was howling wildly like the raging storm.
"Damn it! Why are you so strong? Granny Cao Ni!!!"
Malashenko, who was howling wildly and cursing his mother, finally realized how stupid he was to have just leaned half of his body out of the car to look at the Western view, and mistakenly thought that he must be fine and safe. 18 gas canisters were dropped at the same time.
This power is so fucking incredible!
Even though these 18 gas canisters did not fall at the same point, but were targeted by covering bombardments and fell one after another, the power of the superimposed raging storm of flames still swept over them like an overwhelming force, even if you were hiding.
You will still feel the absolute shock even three kilometers away in a straight line!
"Suka! Earthquake! Earthquake!!!"
"Shock your mother, shock you, Suka! Shut up and get down!"
"Comrade Stalin, the tanks and cars are shaking! The antennas are shaking like weeds blown by the wind on the roadside!"
"Is it too close? How did those bombers drop bombs!? Why do I feel like our IS6 keeps shaking!? What is going on outside!?"
The infantrymen hidden outside the vehicle were shaken to pieces, their heads were buzzing, and one or two of them lay on the ground, breathing heavily and swearing.
The tank crews who were not in the observation position in the car were not sure why, and mistakenly thought that something unexpected happened outside without seeing the specific situation. They quickly dialed the radio to inquire about the situation, cursing, so that for a while, the entire radio channel was full of vehicles.
A loud voice asked about the situation, and Malashenko, who was also shocked, quickly grabbed the microphone and pressed the button.
"Don't panic, stay calm! The aerial bomb was not dropped at the wrong location, the target of the bombing was the German defense line halfway up the hillside! It's just that the power was a bit too great."
It's a bit too powerful, well, it's indeed "a bit too powerful".
This destructive power, like a landslide, came and went quickly. It collapsed from the middle of the slope, and the roaring storm of flames swept past it in one wave and then stopped following.
Although he was shocked and fell to the ground, Malashenko soon realized that all this was over. He immediately recovered and plucked up the courage to try to stick his head out of the turret.
After probing out the turret, the moment his eyes caught sight of the Zelo Highlands directly in front of him, Malashenko was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Damn it, what the hell is this? This isn't a fucking bombing, it's like an airdrop bulldozer!"
The embers left by the tsunami-like bombardment not long ago had been completely driven away by the devastating bombardment just now, like a landslide.
Instead, there was a black mushroom cloud rising from the ground that was so far away that I didn’t know exactly how high it was. Anyway, according to Malashenko’s rough visual estimate, the mushroom cloud was at least fucking
It must be forty meters high! And it is still maintaining its shape and gradually rising and spreading, becoming higher.
These huge black mushroom clouds are one after another, densely arranged like corals on the seabed, rising upwards, gathering on the entire half-way slope leading to the top of the Zero Highlands, almost halfway up the slope.
The entire German defense line was covered, and every detail was completely covered.
The shock of landslides, the loud noise that tears eardrums, the impact that comes to your face, and the perspective of survivors witnessing this apocalyptic destruction.
Everything has gone far beyond Malashenko's prediction and understanding. All the concepts of the power of aerial bombs that were still remembered in the past have been eradicated and wiped out at this moment.
What is a devastating air strike?
This is what the fuck is called a devastating air strike!
A Yankee driving a B17 and carrying a bunch of 250 small sweet potatoes to engage in carpet bombing is so fucking weak!
A row of 250 small sweet potatoes thrown down in a row is not as powerful as this gas tank. It is full of domineering, not to mention that this gas tank is multiplied by two.
"I just felt like a rag doll, about to be blown out of the tank. I was so insignificant in front of that kind of power that I didn't even have the qualifications to struggle. What on earth is on that damn high ground?
What kind of Germans are there that are worthy of destroying them in this battle? They can still be alive after experiencing this scene. Are those Germans undead? "
At the same moment when the explosion took off, he leaned his upper body out of the turret to look at the scenery, just like the commander of the vehicle, Comrade Malashenko.
At this moment, although Iushkin was talking nonsense and his language was logical, he still felt dizzy as if he had been drugged, as if his whole field of vision and the whole world were shaking slightly.
Realizing that he had not fully recovered, Iushkin just raised his right hand to cover his forehead, while speaking badly, he shook his head vigorously in an attempt to wake himself up.
"Sukka! I'm still dizzy and shaking so hard! If you had told me it was so powerful, I wouldn't have come out to see it. I should have gone back to the turret and tightened my grip on the breech handle."
Iushkin's hindsight nonsense was extremely ill-timed. Malashenko, who was unhappy, turned his head and slapped Iushkin on the back of the head while still wearing his tank cap.
"Here, why are you beating people up like this?"
Iushkin, who was pouting and touching the back of his head, looked a little aggrieved, but what he was waiting for was a curse from Malashenko.
"If I knew the power was like this, why would I still be like a fool and wait for you to be criticized? Use your brain to think about it and think about it before speaking. That will increase your memory."
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Iushkin stopped talking, but Malashenko knew that this matter was not over yet, or that it had just begun.
"Attention all units, launch the attack according to the original plan and start charging! I repeat it again, set off! Attack the enemy! Ula!"