Rolling up from under the high ground and above the high ground until they merged in the air, the overwhelming feast of artillery fire was as boiling and hot as a boiling oil pan. In an instant, it hit the tops of the heads of those German soldiers who had not had time to hide completely.
superior.
122 starts, 152 is huge, 203 is uncapped, and there is also the 410mm Andryusa rocket launcher with the largest bullet diameter.
The barrage of fire, consisting of all high-yield, high-destructive projectiles, completely enveloped the German first defensive position in almost an instant.
Having received the precise artillery coordinate guidance from the top of the highland, the artillery group of the group army located below the highland fired with enthusiasm and without any scruples.
Wheeled vehicle-mounted rocket launchers of all levels under the leader division, which were unable to participate in the frontal attack due to weak defenses, also participated in this artillery feast, helping the artillery group of the group army below the high ground to stew the German sticks in front of them into a pot of steel broth.
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Malashenko, who has not yet taken any action, is just a spectator quietly. He sticks his upper body out of the turret, stands on the turret, holds the telescope in his hands, and stares at the objects that have been destroyed within his sight.
The German positions exploded into a sea of flames, rolling and boiling in the waves of flames, continuously.
"Do you think those fascists can make it through?"
The person standing outside the turret was not only Malashenko, but also Iushkin, who was in the same crew and liked to chat awkwardly with the division commander and comrade on various occasions.
After hearing this, Malashenko did not express too many facial expressions, and just said the next expressionless sentence calmly.
"It's not what you think, nor what I think, but those fascists will definitely be able to survive. If artillery can solve everything, what do we need to do?"
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Iushkin, who did not answer directly, thought for a moment, then raised his head and glanced at the sea of rolling fire with the roar of cannons, and then replied to Malashenko with an indifferent smile.
"I always feel that these fascists will collapse after seeing our true strength. We just need to apply pressure to the critical point. So many enemies in the past have surrendered like us. They are afraid of us.
These Germans deserve it too, don't they?"
Iushkin raised this question with a smile. It was obvious that even he himself did not take this question seriously. He just wanted to get an answer from Malashenko, nothing more.
"Your feeling is correct. It has always been like this in the past, except today and the last few days before our victory. Do you understand why?"
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Iushkin did not answer. In fact, he also had his own guesses, but he wanted to hear Malashenko's real answer.
"It's simple, because they have no way out."
"No matter how we fought in the past, those Germans always had a way out. The naughty bosses above, who were sitting in high positions, often would not force the gang of bastards under them to die. They wanted the death of the people below, not themselves.
Yes, because the sense of crisis was not serious at that time and the front line was still far from the safe rear area, but it is different now."
"Look, what escape route do they have now? There is no way to retreat. If they retreat any further, they will definitely lose."
"When human beings are desperate, they are always willing to believe in the good things they hope for, coupled with the survival instinct of those Nazi leaders. They will do whatever it takes to find a way out for themselves, but that is not to surrender to us.
In their eyes, we are simply more terrifying than savage beasts, and we are completely incompatible and completely opposite ideologies."
"You can actually change your thinking. What's standing in front of you now is not German soldiers, but a huge amount of cannon fodder used to give the Nazi leaders a chance to survive. They are all consumables, specially used to grind our wolves.
Dental stick.”
"Even if the Linggai cannon fodders don't want to fight to the death themselves these days, the Nazi leaders hiding behind them will force them to fight to the death. No matter how many people die, in the eyes of these dogs, they are just a series of numbers written on paper.
They don't care."
"So don't expect your enemies to surrender to you in large areas like before. They couldn't even if they wanted to."
"Those Nazi leaders who rely on them to survive and whose sense of crisis has reached an extreme level will never allow it. Now we are like fighting a war with a group of obsessive war slaves. Their morale may be low but they are still numerous.
And you are bound by shackles until you die in battle. Never subjectively hope that such an enemy will surrender. It will only bury yourself in a pit. Am I clear enough?"
After getting the answer he wanted, Iushkin nodded, thinking carefully about what Malashenko was trying to learn from these words. Dialogues with Malashenko always made Iushkin learn something.
Something different, Iushkin, who is willing to make progress, likes this feeling very much, and always has.
"I don't know how many comrades will fall in the last few days. For this victory, we will sacrifice until the last moment before victory. I really hope that this story of bloody battles with the Nazis will never happen again in the future. We must completely prevent this
Everything must not be left to our descendants."
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After listening to what was said, Iushkin looked at the artillery fire in the distance and felt inspired. Malashenko, who was noncommittal, did not give any answer, let alone say any comforting words to Iushkin. Just because Malashenko
He knew that Iushkin's beautiful vision was destined to be impossible to realize, at least not in the world before he traveled through it, and it even went in the opposite direction.
But now is not the time to hesitate about the distant future. Those who cannot do well in the present are not even qualified to talk about the future.
Malashenko, who would not be shaken by this, was determined and made all preparations. He waited until the final moment amid the roaring and agitating bombing of the sky, which was to launch a thorough attack on this fascist evil.
Revenge time of reckoning.
"Attention all units, charge to the enemy as planned! I repeat, the attack begins! Charge to the enemy!"
"Leader, move forward!"
"Ula!!!"
The sight of countless Red Army soldiers raising their weapons and rushing out of the trenches shouting passionate slogans always makes people's blood boil, but today's leading divisions can no longer see this scene.
Instead, one after another, groups of steel torrents like a vast ocean rushed out of the position, spraying thick black smoke from incomplete combustion of diesel, and fiercely charged at the enemy who had been half-impaired by the overwhelming artillery fire.