The trial for those who stubbornly resisted the fascist thugs has passed, and the final judgment is about to be carried out.
It was no longer the hordes of IS6 heavy tanks that led the charge, but the company of IS7 heavy tanks led by Malashenko personally charged at the front.
These huge objects, weighing up to 70 tons, galloped through the messy land bombarded by artillery fire at a speed that was not commensurate with their huge size.
The damage caused by TOS-1 to every inch of land here can no longer be regarded as ordinary bombardment, but an out-and-out land fire bombing.
Everywhere the track pads pass are huge craters left by 310mm rockets after they hit the ground and explode. This kind of crater, which is between a 203mm heavy artillery and a 100kg aerial bomb, is even enough to allow a huge person to maneuver cross-country.
Some tanks with poor performance cannot climb out even if they fall into a pit, such as a German tank that weighs more than 70 tons and has no turret.
The IS7 is extremely excellent, far superior to any heavy tank of the same era, and has extremely strong maneuverability that can easily defeat even its own IS6. Malashenko led other IS7s that traveled with his command vehicle, and followed these IS7s
The IS6 and BMP43 infantry fighting vehicles behind and to the left and right had already entered the position within a very short time after the artillery bombardment ended and the offensive was resumed.
"The infantrymen get out of the car and kill those fascists! Quickly!"
Since it was shortly after the artillery bombardment ended, and it was a TOS-1 level bombing, it was expected that the enemy's resistance would be minimal.
Therefore, Malashenko chose a seemingly extremely dangerous tactic: the entire mechanized march charged to the enemy position covered by artillery fire, and the infantry did not dismount halfway, but rushed to the bombed enemy position as quickly as possible.
Form a spread formation and advance in depth.
There is only one purpose: attack speed.
Using the fastest attack speed to use the residual power of the artillery bombardment to attack the enemy's position, Malashenko did not want to give any chance to the remaining Germans who had not been completely eradicated. Otherwise, he would have waited for this
It's troublesome to help the remaining fascists breathe again. They gather together again and crawl on your feet like a bunch of bugs that can't be stepped on to disgust you. Only then can they be called annoying.
One of the biggest advantages of the mechanized combined force is the high mobility and marching speed brought about by full mechanization. Why not make good use of this speed? The only martial arts in the world is fast, but I don’t believe that your German guy was blown up like mud.
The recovery speed of soft smelly meat can't beat the speed of steel tracks.
"Can you see anything? I can't see any valuable goals."
Iushkin, holding the gunner's periscope in his hand and searching for the target but finding no target, asked, hoping that Malashenko, whose sight was wider than his gunner's periscope, would find something, and then the commander of the gunner
Indicate the target.
But unfortunately, similar to the situation on Iushkin's side, the answer given by Malashenko ended up with a similar result.
"Same as you, there are wreckage, craters, countless rotten German meat, and you can't even see an anti-tank gun."
Facts have proved that, just like the annihilation of the 502nd Battalion in East Prussia, TOS-1's bombing is absolutely effective in causing damage to any fixed position or target that cannot maneuver in time to avoid it.
What appeared in front of Malashenko and Iushkin was undoubtedly a completely scorched earth.
Those foxholes, firepower points, fortifications and geotechnical bunkers that were still struggling to resist have now completely become part of the scorched earth of the battlefield that exudes a high temperature. Just like the relics of prehistoric civilization that have just been unearthed by archeology.
, the only difference is that it has not been imprinted with such a deep imprint of time, that’s all.
The broken limbs and broken arms that had been blown away were visible to the naked eye. They could be seen everywhere.
Some arms were stuck upside down in the soft floating soil, with half of them exposed from the ground. A broken palm was as horribly exposed as the icon of the 21st century video game - Left 4 Dead. It was also particularly eye-catching. If it weren't for the
This scene was so commonplace that veterans with strong psychological endurance saw it. They were so frightened that they wet their pants and even retreated, becoming speechless on the spot.
More minced meat and bones of unknown parts of the body were scattered everywhere on the ground, mixed with the floating soil like the dough rising before steaming bread. If you accidentally step on it, it will become soft and sticky.
The feeling is enough to turn off the appetite of the veterans, but make the stomachs of the new recruits churning.
What is wet and soft is not the moisture in the soil itself, but the bloody disaster caused by the explosion of human blood that soaked the land.
What is sticky is not the soil itself, but the fragments of life left behind by the minced meat stained by the last dust of the human world. At least they were once part of life, indeed they were.
After getting off the car, the infantry soldiers who had already walked around to both sides of their own armored formation to clear the way in front stepped on the soft soil that was damaged to a degree that was between aerial bombing and heavy artillery bombing.
, the deeper you go, the more intense and pungent the smell of blood becomes, mixed with the smell of earth, just like a slaughterhouse where production is accelerated and livestock offal is dumped.
Finally, a rookie who had just graduated from the top three ranks of the recruit camp, gave up his position as a grassroots commander of the new infantry division, and chose to lead the division as an ordinary soldier. He could no longer bear this extremely exciting scene.
Holding the newly issued SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle in his hand, with the butt of the rifle on the ground, he half-knelt on the ground and vomited all of a sudden.
"Uh-huh. Cough, cough, vomit."
Most of the soldiers around him just glanced at it, and then continued to walk by without thinking, holding guns and maintaining vigilance. Together with the slow and roaring steel behemoths beside them, they continued to move forward without stopping.
The one who finally walked to the vomiting rookie and chose to stop was the old squad leader who had told him, "Your top three scores in the recruit camp are just tickets for the leadership, not your pride." A man who had participated in the Battle of Kursk
, the veteran who fought in the Battle of Cherkasy, liberated Poland, fought fiercely in East Prussia, and fought in the final decisive battle, is now 47 years old this year.
"Stand up. I won't reach out to help you. Don't think about relying on others. You can only rely on yourself now."
Da da da da——
Bang bang bang——
"Living Germans, take cover! Suppress fire from infantry tanks, hurry!"
The sound of firefights and shouts from the front could be heard. The old squad leader beside him remained motionless, but he obviously had no intention of wasting any more time. His cold face just spoke without emotion.
"Leadership division elites gather here, they are not a nursery for rookies who can't even wipe the sour vomit from their mouths. If you want to fight side by side with your comrades, you must first prove your ability. Those who can't even stand on the battlefield will only be eliminated. The enemy's
A bullet or a notice from brigade headquarters, take your pick."