The unwillingness to give up the desire to win makes a counterattack imperative. Even now, the Germans, who still have hope for victory, have really shown that they are different from the band-legged and brain-dead allies in Asia.
the most fundamental difference between them.
The Japanese may know that they will lose but still want to kill the enemy as much as possible and fight to the end. If the Japanese are allowed to defend such high ground, they may really stay in the hole until the end, waiting for the Red Army to attack and then use their defensive advantage to pull back.
Carrying out the crazy concept of "Winning or losing doesn't matter, killing the enemy counts as a win", the most frightening thing on the battlefield is often this kind of madman who is desperate for his life.
But the Germans are more willing to put their efforts into the hope of victory. Even if that hope is so insignificant and extremely slim, it is still worth trying.
Malashenko knew his opponent well and was fully aware of the fundamental difference between the Germans and the desperate Japanese.
The pursuit of hope is also the weakness of the Germans. The concept of hope is only relative.
As long as conditions permit, it only takes a moment for hope to turn into despair. For example, what Malashenko is doing now is such a simple thing.
"Hopefully our counterattack will go smoothly. If we cannot drive away these Russians, the situation will only get worse. We have no choice."
Just as Malashenko expected.
The landing field position captured by the leading division was like a bait exuding strong temptation. The German army knew how critical the situation was, but they did not know that it was Malashenko who took the initiative to order to stop the attack and misjudged it.
The Russians were short of troops at the front and wanted to wait for follow-up support. They gathered enough troops and waited for an opportunity to launch a decisive attack.
The Germans did get part of the guess right, but only that part.
The most critical point: it is not "powerless" but "pretending to be a trap", but it was not thought at all that the German army, whose thinking was not able to keep up with the opponent's unconventional tricks, would eventually pay the price for this.
"Let's get started, order the troops to set off and act as planned!"
"yes!"
Toot—toot—
The German company commander who was responsible for leading the battle took out the whistle in his pocket and blew it hard. The German soldiers who knew what to do now jumped out of the trench one by one, following closely the assault guns and assault guns that rumbled past.
The tanks, holding their weapons tightly, were ready to regain the position they had just lost and create the miracle that the commanders asked them to do.
The formation that the Germans took out was quite large. It was so big that he had just half got into his car. Before he could close the turret cover, Malashenko picked up the telescope and took a look.
, we clearly saw a large number of German tanks and assault guns pushing towards our side, with a huge amount of infantry surrounding them.
Malashenko put down his telescope at the scene and grinned instantly while holding on to the turret hatch.
"It seems that the German guy has a lot of chips. If he loses this much and can still afford such a grand event, then it wouldn't be a bad idea to lose a little more, right?"
Malashenko, who had already commanded the troops to make final preparations, completely entered the vehicle, closed the turret hatch, and was already in combat mode. He was ready in the command position, and then picked up the FM radio transmitter on the shelf at hand.
He picked up the phone and spoke.
"Act according to the original plan, don't scare these Nazis away, get closer and then fight! Our goal is to destroy the enemy's strength to the maximum extent. Everyone is in position and ready to fight."
"yes!"
"Everyone is in position and ready to fight!"
The sounds on the radio channel cannot be heard by the infantrymen who are not in the infantry fighting vehicles.
With his back against the trench wall and AK in his arms, Alsim, who was still smoking a half-smoked cigarette and worshiping the gods, didn't seem to take the upcoming battle seriously.
It's the same thing. He could even leisurely press bullets into the empty magazine in his hand at the last moment of the impending war, one by one being pressed into the bullet by his thumb that was already covered with gun calluses.
"I said, we haven't fought a defensive battle for a while, right? Who still remembers the last time we fought?"
I don't know which comrade of the combat engineers suddenly came up with such a leisurely question, which immediately aroused the interest of the surrounding comrades who also did not take the Germans who were approaching to kill them seriously.
"I forgot, I can't remember clearly. It seemed like half a year ago, nine months? Maybe longer."
"If you stay here, you can kill a lot of fascists who come to you to die. I tell Alyosha, this opportunity is hard to find even if you travel all over the battlefield."
Listening to the discussions of the soldiers around him before the battle, Alsim still sat on the ground with his back leaning against the trench, and continued to press the few medium-power rifle bullets left in his hand until he heard a sound.
The loud blasting sound after the roar suddenly came and hit us.
boom--
"Bah! Damn it, these bastards are bombarding us with assault artillery! We're too far away to hit us, so be careful and stay hidden!"
The recklessness will return to the recklessness, the waves will return to the waves, what seems like a fool will turn out to be a fool.
However, once this group of veteran combat engineers enters a combat state, they still have all the reactions, consciousness, and actions that they should have, no less.
After a shell hit the ground and exploded far away from the edge of the trench, he immediately lowered his body to ensure that he was not exposed to the damage range of the next shell that might be fired more accurately.
Alsim, who was pressing the bullet slowly, also made some moves.
"We have heard the order. Let the Nazi dog get closer before hitting it. Be patient for a while. Let the broken car on the opposite side be arrogant for a while. When the cannon sounds from our side, we will be ready!"
He called on the armored men under his command to hold back their breath, sit in the trenches and wait until the Germans got close enough and heard a sound of artillery fire from their own side. Then they started fighting. That was the agreement.
sent the final signal of destruction to the Germans.
"What to fight first? The German tanks?"
Looking at the "uniquely styled" Panzer IV tank clearly visible in the gun scope, Iushkin really didn't want to waste his first shot on such a broken body.
Use IS7 to hit the No. 4? What are you doing? Iushkin thinks this is a serious waste of firepower. Just firing the gun is a waste of the motherland's 130mm high-explosive grenade.
But there is indeed no better car than this in the first wave of Germans rushing up from the opposite side. Hell, you know how much the Germans are short of cars now. Even the No. 4 is an outdated and inferior car.
They are all using it as the mainstay.
Malashenko, who had just taken care of those bastards from the 502nd Battalion, could guess the reason for the scene in front of him. It would be weird if you German guy didn't lack for a car.
But even if the first target is poor No. 4, it still cannot change Malashenko's decision.
"Target, the German Panzer IV! Directly ahead at 11 o'clock, 800 meters away, prepare!"