"Go on! Load high-explosive bombs and aim at the trench in front. There are at least a dozen Germans running around inside. Give that place a shot!"
"Yes, reload high-explosive bombs!"
"Aimed!"
"High explosive bombs are good!"
"Fire!"
boom--
The majestic body weighing 70 tons trembled backwards and trembled in the back seat of the huge shelling. The huge projectiles ejected from the flames carried extremely strong kinetic energy and hit the target in an instant, directly
It hit the edge of the trench wall with a loud bang.
The rapidly spreading explosion impact, the instantaneous fire and flames, and the huge amount of high-temperature fragments shooting out like a gust of wind and rain were mixed together, and in an instant they gathered in the entire trench to form a rampaging fire dragon, dancing wildly.
As it advanced forward and backward, it devoured everything it encountered along the way. No flesh, flesh, or weapons were spared. They all became the food for this violent fire dragon. When the impact and flames dissipated, only death and fire were left.
Silence fell.
Bang——
The hot shells with white smoke were ejected from the rearward breech block, and fell into the shell collection box directly below the gun's rear with a metallic clanking sound. They were mixed with the many shells already contained in it and became one of them.
One member.
To be precise, since receiving this brand-new vehicle, Malashenko's No. 177 IS7 prototype command vehicle has never experienced such a fierce battle, and has never experienced such a high load of ammunition consumption.
All 6 rounds of ammunition stored in the loader at the end of the turret have long been used up and are now empty.
From the battle a few minutes ago until now, all the shells fired were manually loaded by two strong loaders, Artem and Sergey.
But no matter how strong these two people were, with their unicorn arms, they still couldn't withstand the huge loading pressure caused by the crazy continuous firing of the 130mm main gun.
Now it was not only Artyom or Sergey, but after firing the ninth manually loaded 130mm shell, they were already panting and sweating profusely. Both brothers were holding their hands on their sides.
The turret bulkhead was so tired that it was panting like an old cow, and it was still waiting for the next order from the comrade commander amidst the heavy breathing.
Always be ready to straighten your back and push forward again. No matter whether your body can do it or not, you can only say "you must do it".
"Killed! At least ten Krauts were blown up, I'll bet! Two tank-killer barrels flew into the sky! Nazbolt!"
Iushkin, who could see clearly through the high-magnification gun scope, was excited and excited, but Malashenko, who was opposite Iushkin's horizontal line across the breech block, was not like that.
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"Malashenko, how is the situation on your side?"
"No, there are more Germans than shit in the toilet! The tortoise shell-like bunker fortifications are one after another, and our way forward is made of artillery shells! There is no way to fight without artillery support! But we are still there.
Make progress in an orderly manner and we can handle it!"
Although the difficulties are considerable, they still cannot shake Malashenko's firm determination and tenacious will.
It is foreseeable that the battle will be difficult to fight, and it is also foreseeable that the leader will not shrink due to this.
The problems encountered so far are all within the category of "solvable". For the time being, it is not expected that Malashenko will have such a headache that he cannot find a solution, at least until the political commissar on the other end of the radio speaks again.
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"You have to slow down your advance, Malashenko. I have just confirmed that the ammunition reserves for the self-propelled artillery in your direction and in several other main attacking teams are basically exhausted. They fire almost continuously to bombard anyone.
The ammunition consumption pressure of the target appearing in front of us is too great, and now most of the artillery vehicles have been withdrawn to replenish ammunition."
"Without artillery support, our offensive pressure will skyrocket. Heavy tanks alone cannot solve all problems. I suggest you immediately order a postponement of the attack. The casualty reports I have collected are starting to look a little unsightly."
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"Malashenko, Malashenko, are you there? Answer me, Malashenko."
"I'm here and I heard you clearly, but are you sure you need to do this?"
Malashenko sought confirmation from his political commissar comrades for the last time, but all he got was the sure words from the other end of the radio.
"Considering that this is just the beginning, not the end, of Berlin, the answer is yes, I'm pretty sure it's necessary."
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With his eyes closed, Malashenko took a deep breath and felt that his left and right temples were bulging and his right eyelid was twitching. But in the end, he followed a rational choice and made what he believed to be the right decision.
"I see."
"Stop the advance, and all units will switch to on-site defense! Stay alert to guard against enemy counterattacks, and stand by where you are!"
Before Malashenko had finished speaking, he could put down the microphone in his hand when another call came from the unexpected radio channel.
"Comrade division commander? I am Alsim. I can see your car, which is less than 300 meters away from your eleven o'clock direction. Please request fire support! We need heavy firepower, anything will do!"
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Maybe the radio was broken or I just happened not to hear it, but it could also be that I didn’t want to give up after hearing it and wanted to give it one last try.
Malashenko didn't have time to guess what the result would be. He just tightened his grip on the radio transmitter in his hand and pressed the button.
"Move to defensive position, Alsim. I will coordinate heavy fire support in your direction as soon as possible, but you still need to wait for orders."
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With half his butt sitting in the infantry fighting vehicle, Alsim with half his butt hanging in the air was at the back of the vehicle. The company mate and several brothers beside him were eagerly guarding the foxholes and trenches nearby to guard the surroundings. At the same time, they were also paying attention
They looked at their comrade, the company commander, until they heard Alsim being a little disappointed after being stunned for several seconds, but still answered firmly.
"Understood, I promise to execute the order."
"That's the best, call over."
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Unexpectedly, the battlefield that was originally noisy with artillery fire had been cooling down significantly a few seconds ago. The noise of the loud guns and artillery was rapidly decreasing at a speed comparable to the discharge of floods. There was almost no big movement near Alsim.
The sound of fighting broke out.
Generally speaking, this can explain a problem. The initiative in the battle is completely in the hands of the offensive side, while the defensive side is completely passive in responding to the battle, and it is likely that there is a huge difference in strength. As long as the attacking side ceases fire and stops advancing, the battlefield will quickly cool down.
The defenders don't even have the ability to apply pursuit firepower or chase them out of their positions, so it doesn't hurt to say they "can't afford to offend" them.
Is this a good thing?
It is indeed a good thing, for Alsim and all the soldiers and commanders of the leading division.
But even so, this still cannot make the comrades happy. Although they are not frowning, they are still not in high spirits, just like Alsim's current expression.
"We'll fight there later, right?"
The company officer who came forward came to him and asked, but the only answer he received was Alsim's emotionless but still unquestionable words.
"Just let them live a little longer. Sooner or later, these bastards will be killed, and it won't be long."