"The Nazis are like crazy! They didn't counterattack, they just clung to their fighting positions and tried their best to block our advance! Every step forward they almost killed all the Nazis entrenched there!"
"We are still pushing forward, but we are crushing the enemy's resistance one by one! Please give us some more time!"
Listening to the somewhat disturbing report coming from the radio, Malashenko, who frowned, felt more and more that these German thugs who were even more disgusting than themselves were really fucking disgusting.
When this evil heart is about to be destroyed, there are still countless die-hard remnants who are willing to sacrifice their lives and everything for it. Malashenko, who can no longer tolerate this situation, finally made a decision.
"There is no time to delay any longer! The heavy tanks are moving forward, preparing for close artillery support! The frontline infantry keeps a distance from the enemy, and use heavy artillery to send those fascists into the sky one by one!"
To be honest, it is a very meaningless behavior to use 122 cannons to bombard the infantry with German sticks. Even using 122 cannons to bombard the machine guns that are the mainstay of the infantry squad's firepower is a low-value waste. Especially for the heavy Stalin series carrying 122 heirlooms.
For tanks, the low amount of ammunition reserves determines that each shell must be used in a reasonable plan, and try not to waste it if possible.
The practice of using 122 shells to bombard German infantry, which is close to "performance art", should be avoided, at least in theory. Who can guarantee that in a high-intensity battle, Stalin tanks that are luxurious enough to use 122 grenades to bombard infantry can fight?
In the end? Or who can guarantee that after this high-intensity battle is over, there will not be another battle of the same intensity or even more abnormal?
What? Do you really plan to drive a Stalin tank without shells to kill German soldiers? This is unrealistic.
But now Malashenko is in a hurry and has no choice.
If we wait for the German reinforcements to fill up the artillery fire zone and restore the defense, the previous artillery fire preparations will be in vain. The leader division will have to take another wave of rest and replenishment before preparing to continue chewing bones. This wave of attacks
, take a break, fight again, and then wait until when will the battle of Moyang workers be considered over? How many large-scale assaults and pulls can you fight in a full day?
It took more than half a day to rush to the top of the highland, catch a wave of fish from the Germans, and then attack with a backhand. If this wave of attacks could not push through the artillery fire zone in one go, we would have to stop and wait until tomorrow to fight again.
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At the end of the day, they only rushed to the high ground to open a landing site, and then set up a small and pitiful security position outside the landing site?
Not to mention how Comrade Lao Cui feels about such a result, whether Comrade Lao Zhu, who is higher up, will be satisfied. Comrade Lao Ma alone cannot bear it. When has my leader ever fought like this?
The mileage achieved in one day is calculated in single digit kilometers. It’s a shame to say that it’s a fucking shame to lead the army. I, Malashenko, will be on the road in the future. No one can be embarrassed like this.
They can do it all, except our buddies!
Malashenko, who is used to violent and high-speed battles, had already had enough of this slow and restrictive highland attack, and now he was so aggrieved by the feeling of futility in his chest.
If you can still tolerate this, then you are no longer Malashenko. You should call him Donkey Rashenko instead. The production team is the most hardworking and hardworking, the kind of cowardly "donkey" who works more, eats less, and yet is honest and obedient.
After the comrade division commander issued the order to make the German sticks honest and send 122 heirlooms one by one.
Those Stalin tanks that originally stayed in the rear position, because they were worried that rash firing of artillery during close clearance battles would hurt friendly forces, so they only used coaxial and roof-mounted machine guns for support, immediately heard the order and moved.
Huge steel behemoths spewed black smoke and advanced violently. The rolling steel tracks ran over the smashed enemy corpses, deformed helmets that fell to the ground, and those stained with blood.
German weapons.
With an unstoppable tendency to crush everything, they finally approached the forefront of the crossfire line, facing the faces of the German soldiers who were still fighting desperately.
"High explosive bombs are good!"
"Aimed!"
"Blow away that Nasbright!"
boom--
Amidst the rumbles of cannon fire, the German soldiers who were still resisting soon discovered sadly that the Russian attack they thought was fierce enough was actually less than half the enemy's strength.
The scene of the ferocious Stalinist steel behemoth crushing people in the face and eating people is a real nightmare.
"Where is the Iron Fist!? Where is the Iron Fist!? Give me the Iron Fist!"
"No more, either lost or used up! Not a single box is gone, and there are only three of us left in the class!"
"Damn it! Fight with those Russians, bring grenades"
Boom——
When you say the grenade will arrive, you get what you want.
It's just that it's not the M24 brand, but the Stalin 122 brand.
A loud explosion that soared into the sky raised a large amount of dust, and along with it, all three German soldiers who were at a loss were thrown into the air, and they were thrown into the sky and turned into a trace of soil and dust under the bloody wind, leaving no trace of struggle.
The IS6 heavy tank with green smoke remaining on the muzzle is slowly advancing and continues to move forward. Most of the soldiers are charging forward and fighting in the front line of fire. There are only two or three soldiers around it who are not guarding the front.
Left and right, and cannot see all the surrounding situations, leaving a visual blind spot.
A half-buried earthen bunker that had been bombarded to the point of collapse, covering the entrance and exit, and all the people inside should have died.
The mouth of a black iron pipe suddenly poked out. On one side of the wall of the iron pipe, there was a pair of bloodshot and fierce eyes peering at everything outside. He was ready for everything and was about to take revenge.
boom--
The soldiers were unaware of the attack, and the IS6 heavy tank advancing forward was completely defenseless.
An 88 mm caliber tank-killing rocket hit the bull's-eye. At a very close range that allowed precise aiming, it directly hit the unarmored running gear on the side of the IS6 heavy tank body. It was even attached to the vehicle.
The additional armor on the body skirt armor cannot protect it, it is completely a bare plate.
The hot metal jet penetrated the most fragile side armor of the IS6 heavy tank and shot directly into the vehicle.
The propellant cartridges and ammunition racks stored at the bottom of the car were directly ignited, and the flames immediately shot into the sky. Violent eruptions of flames and billowing white smoke violently erupted directly from the car. In the flames, a struggling and shouting Pyroman climbed out of the car.
outside.
Everything ended here. At that moment when the screen seemed to be paused, there were only blazing flames and an expression of pain, followed closely by the ammunition rack at the end of the turret, which was exploded instantly by a chain of violent explosions caused by the burning of the propellant.