"Open fire immediately! Kill these fascist thugs for me!"
Malashenko did not intend to reason with the German gunman, or the only reason he could talk to the German gunman was "TOS-1 will blow up your mother".
At this point, Malashenko can no longer care too much. Malashenko has even forgotten about the remains of the fallen soldiers and ignored them.
For the sake of victory and the living people, Malashenko is convinced that he must do this. This is the only choice that benefits both of them at the moment. If the sacrificed soldiers knew all this, they would understand him. Marashenko
Shenke was convinced of this and issued the order resolutely and decisively, leaving no room for doubt.
Comrade Division Commander's order is like a law of heaven that must be obeyed unconditionally on the battlefield. What's more, Comrade Division Commander's order is deeply recognized by any comrade who has learned about this situation. This is the most appropriate choice at the moment, bar none.
Boo hoo hoo hoo——
The Rocket Assault Battalion opened fire again, each TOS-1 launch box pointed toward the sky, spraying out an unlimited supply of violent fury, straight into the sky.
This is not a half-tank salvo, but a rare one, or the first full-tank salvo since TOS-1 was put into actual combat. Any battle encountered in the past was not difficult enough to deal with the TOS-1's full firepower.
This is the first time since TOS-1 was officially delivered and put into service.
After a new round of small additions, the entire battalion already has 36 TOS-1 rocket assault tanks. Although it has not yet reached the level of Malashenko's ideal division fire support battalion, the theoretically required 42 tanks are fully equipped.
Programming level, but the difference of only 6 cars is considered a big difference at a glance.
One truck and one box. One box contains 16 310mm Andryusha heavy-duty rockets. When 36 vehicles fire a full salvo, 576 Andryusha rockets shoot straight into the sky. The time from launch to full ejection is only
In less than ten seconds, a total of 576 Andryusha rockets weaved a rain of fire into the sky, roaring into the sky, and headed straight towards the enemy who was not too far away.
Because the noise during the launch was so great that the launch site of the Rocket Assault Battalion was burned into a sea of fire by the flames ejected from the tail of the TOS-1 launch box. The earth was burning, the mud was boiling, and the dead branches and rotten grass
The leaves turned into carbide and scattered into the air, and were annihilated by flying ashes, just as those German sticks shrouded in the rain of fire were about to meet such a fate.
"Launch completed! All firepower has been projected! Please prepare to take cover!"
At the last moment when all the rockets had roared out, but were still flying at subsonic speed in the sky, and there was still a short period of time before they finally landed and exploded, a message came from the commander of the Rocket Assault Battalion, the artillery commander who originally commanded ISU-152.
The member's report suddenly sounded on the radio channel, echoing clearly and loudly in Malashenko's ears.
"Reload immediately! Use the fastest speed and be ready for the next wave of firepower projection at any time, fast!"
"Yes, let's do it!"
There was no time to appreciate what a masterpiece his projected rage would turn into. Knowing that the fighter plane was fleeting and he had to race against time, the battalion commander followed Malashenko's order and immediately took action, putting down the radio.
Without saying a word, the microphone pushed open the car body hatch, got out of the car, jumped down to the ground where the flames were spreading, and immediately let out a loud roar.
"Everyone get out of the car! Get ready to reload, quick!"
The German army on the high ground can be sure that there is no large-scale heavy artillery firepower group, and those small-caliber mortars have a limited range and are not enough to cover the current position. Therefore, the theoretically absolutely safe position of the rocket assault battalion does not need to be launched.
It was transferred later, and Malashenko did not issue such an order, so reloading immediately is the only option at the moment.
A soldier whose name, like their battalion commander, was an artillery soldier rather than a tank soldier, jumped out of the car and ran on the scorching hot ground where the flames were raging. He didn't care about the rising temperature of the soles of his shoes, and just hurriedly called out to the soldiers.
Stand by a little further away. The supply convoy that is coming quickly at the moment is faster. Even faster, hurry up and reload the ammunition and be ready.
"Hurry up, this way! Bring the truck over first and get ready. The crane can wait a moment!"
"Two people go up and unlock the launch box and prepare to replace the ammunition rack. Quick!"
"Sukka, this thing is too hot, Bule! My hands are almost cooked, Bule!"
"Gloves, wear asbestos gloves! Put the gloves on and unlock the buckle. Don't touch the meat directly! If you don't want it to become a barbecue, be careful!"
Insulated asbestos gloves, which are difficult for ordinary tank soldiers to use, have become an urgent need. The launch box, which is heated by the waves of flames when it is launched, is hot enough to roast meat. It is impossible to touch it directly with your hands, even with your fingers.
Just touching your head will instantly burn a whole piece of dead skin. There is no doubt that only insulating asbestos gloves specially designed for artillery can temporarily cope with it.
Although that can only play a temporary role that is better than nothing, it is still better than wearing nothing and touching it directly with your hands.
The soldiers standing on the chassis at the rear of the vehicle wore thick asbestos gloves to manually release the mechanical lock of the launch box that fixed the ammunition rack, while the remaining soldiers desperately waved to the loading convoy that had arrived and offered help.
Some people climbed onto the ammunition transport truck to unpack the brand-new fully loaded ammunition racks carried on the truck from the secure packaging, remove the wooden seals, take out the lifting rings for hanging and prepare them, and pull the ammunition racks that had been moved directly above their heads.
The hook was hung up quickly, and it was combined with the ring on the ammunition rack as quickly as possible.
Some people stood under the truck, very close to the nanny-type IS2 heavy tank modified repair trucks, raising their arms and making gestures with their palms towards themselves, commanding the operating position, which was set up in a semi-open air with only four irons.
The boom operator, who has a canvas tent to protect him from wind and rain, accurately aligns the hook directly above the truck box, and then lowers the hook to lift the entire ammunition rack that is ready in the box.
The driver of the IS2 repair truck who stuck his head out of the roof hatch also had to check the situation in time, obey the command and coordinate, and be ready to move the not-so-flexible IS2 chassis forward and deflect it to the left and right to form the best lifting angle.
For hoisting, try to reduce the delicate work that the boom operator needs to do, saving some trouble and speeding up the progress.
Ammunition racks filled with eight 310mm heavy rockets were lifted from the truck cargo box. Artillery soldiers wearing tank caps were standing not far away, or adjusting the angle with their hands.
Or he waved his hand to direct the huge and heavy ammunition rack to the launch box, and stuffed it into the launch box to complete the loading. A scene that was so exciting and so busy that he was sweating profusely continued.
And in that not-so-distant front-line battlefield, the sea of death that fell from a total of 576 Andryusa rockets had already arrived.