The detonation of an IS6 triggered an extremely powerful explosion. The terrifying flames carried countless steel fragments and tank turrets and flew directly into the sky.
The IS6 turret, which was blown away by the powerful projectile, smashed the gun barrel into the ground in a vertical downward direction. The charred and hot car body was like a steel crematorium spewing blazing flames.
, various scalding temperatures and indescribable but definitely unpleasant smells filled the air, making it hot and pungent.
The intense explosion not only wiped out the lives of the four tank crew members, but also the infantry who followed the IS6.
The flesh and blood were blown into pieces, and the broken body was thrown out by the shock wave like a rag doll being thrown away.
There were no survivors within the damage range of the explosion. The soldiers who were charging forward heard the huge explosion behind them and realized that something had happened to their comrades behind them and turned to look back.
"Sukka! There are still alive, there are enemies sneak attacks!"
"Get it out! Quick!"
"In that bunker, I saw it, everyone follow me!"
There was a front and a rear. The soldiers who could come from all around almost swarmed up with shouts and shouts. After taking a look at the half-buried entrance that was blocked by the landslide, it was no longer possible to get in. Then they chose another option.
A quick and easy way to solve the problem: throw a grenade along the shooting hole.
"The essence of grass mud horse! Try this!"
boom--
As if to vent his anger, several grenades were smoking and spinning, then they were thrown in along the firing hole.
No one knows what the German soldier who decided to carry out a sneak attack was thinking before he died. They only know that the sound of several grenades exploding at once was indeed very loud, and even the cover of the half-collapsed bunker was shaken again.
It jumped up a bit.
"Keep moving forward! Keep your eyes open, don't miss the enemy! Attack!"
The platoon leader leading the team waved his hand, and the soldiers armed with various light weapons responded and continued to attack. Only the wreckage of the IS6 that had been blown away was still spraying blazing fire and left in place, silently telling the story of what happened just now.
Everything that just happened here.
Of course, situations like this IS6 being destroyed are by no means rare and not an isolated case.
In fact, as the leader's division continued to attack in depth, some problems that were not noticed at the beginning of the short-distance charge and attack began to emerge and became more serious.
The annoying German remnants are scattered everywhere like bug jars that have been kicked over. No matter how you eliminate them, cull them, or kill them all, there are trenches, communication trenches, and foxholes that extend in all directions around you.
, in half-buried or fully enclosed bunker fortifications, in various nooks and corners, there will always be one, several, or even more Germans rushing out from unexpected places.
What's even more disgusting is that these Germans seemed to have agreed in advance not to jump out and use their arms as chariots when the Red Army troops were attacking. If this was the case, they could easily be crushed to death without causing such a headache and trouble.
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A considerable part of the German army was extremely cunning and insidious, waiting for the large Red Army troops to miss the small place where they were hiding, and then shoot at the Red Army's flanks or directly in the back with black artillery and artillery fire.
The Germans, who continued to pay tuition at the expense of blood and lives in brutal battles, also discovered that with the little rags in their hands, it was impossible to destroy the Russian monster tanks from the front. It was almost impossible.
I met someone who was successful.
It is unrealistic to organize an assault team from the front to try to approach and destroy. The individual firepower has the absolute upper hand, and the Russian infantry with vehicle-mounted machine gun cover and support is waiting for you to pass. The tanks are not so much the targets they protect, but rather they are fishing.
The bait, like a piece of fragrant moving cheesecake, attracted waves of rat-like German soldiers to their deaths, only to be picked off one by one by Russian infantrymen armed to the teeth with fishing law enforcement.
Almost none of the conventional infantry anti-tank methods were effective. The Germans, who were cornered, began to jump over the wall in a hurry in order to keep the defense line from falling.
Don't get me wrong, they didn't hold explosive bags and shout "What the hell!" and then rush up with aunties tied to their heads to bomb the tanks with meat bombs. The Germans were not that cool.
The method adopted by the Germans can only be regarded as extreme. Specifically, it is to break up the anti-tank fighters into groups of two or three at most, carrying iron fists and tank killers, and ambush all the corners of the Red Army's offensive path.
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If you are discovered by the Russians, then fight with them. If you are not discovered by the Russians, then just fine. Look for the opportunity to shoot at the butt or flank armor of the Russian tank, which is the most vulnerable. Even if it does not explode, it will at least paralyze it.
The destruction efficiency is far better than sending waves of death frontally.
As for how to increase the success rate, the frontal defense forces will try their best to attract the attention of the Russians. The rest depends on the fate of the anti-tank fighters who have been broken into pieces, as well as their squatting and running skills.
After receiving the news while sitting in his command car, Malashenko was so angry that he almost wanted to curse his mother! Who came up with this stupid tactic of giving birth to a son without an anus? Who has a mother?
Are the Germans with no mother-in-law so dirty and disgusting?
It is impossible for a frontal battlefield attack to search every nook and cranny on the battlefield like a police officer checking household registration, check everything in place and confirm that there are no problems before continuing the attack. Otherwise, there is no need to come back and clean the battlefield carefully afterwards.
Check to see if any remaining enemies are hiding or pretending to be dead among the corpses, and there won't be a large number of deserters taking advantage of the chaos to escape from the battlefield.
One thing to say is that if the Germans did this in an organized manner, they would directly destroy some of the unspoken rules of the battlefield that were tacitly understood by everyone.
I don't have the time to bother with stragglers and runaway Germans.
This is good, because you Germans have begun to take advantage of this in an organized way to arrange stragglers and individual soldiers to conduct ambushes.
A hundred anti-tank fighters with iron fists spread out like beans, hiding and hiding in every corner of the position. The smarter ones could find opportunities to take the initiative to move towards favorable directions and terrain. There will always be a few.
One or even a dozen anti-tank fighters can seize the opportunity and hit the Russian tank's butt or side hard. This is much higher than the chance of winning a lottery ticket.
Compared with the loss of a hundred people and the insignificant one-time consumption of Iron Fist, wouldn't it be great to be able to kill three to five Russian heavy tanks that start with seven or eight uncapped tanks? It's a great deal, isn't it? Frontal