Malashenko had been waiting for this moment for a long time, the final blow that would completely tear the Germans apart and end this already tiresome battle in the highlands.
There is only the last large fortification group left in the German position in front of them. By taking it, the leader's division can completely penetrate the entire Zero Highlands. Standing on the other side of the highlands and looking at the city of Berlin in the distance, this will be the best so far.
This is the best gift given to Malashenko and his comrades after all the brutal and bloody battles so far.
"Suppressive fire! Don't be stingy with ammunition, use the maximum firepower to suppress all targets within the visual range! Attack!"
The ISU-152\A self-propelled artillery group that had just replenished ammunition received the supreme order from the division commander: to use up all the ammunition carried in the vehicle and use the maximum firepower to destroy all German targets within the field of vision.
Boom boom boom——
The heavy tank cluster charged forward, advancing furiously, followed closely by the infantry fighting vehicles covering the charge of the infantry. The huge ISU-152\A had already stopped and entered the combat position according to the order of the division commander, and had been fired upon repeatedly.
The fierce flames filled the muzzle of the cannon with darkness once again, and again and again, and continuously spewed out blazing flames.
The German soldiers stationed at the front of the last core position had never seen such fierce direct artillery fire.
The artillery shells that hit madly in the tsunami were like the huge tsunami waves set off by the impact of earthquake waves. One wave after another, the power did not decrease at all. The intensity of the artillery fire even increased, becoming more and more fierce.
It was as if the Russians had placed a military-level field artillery group in front of them and fired wildly at the Germans' foreheads and eyebrows as if they were rifles.
Under this level of shelling, any attempt to stick your head out of the trench and engage with the oncoming Russian tanks would be foolish and suicidal.
A few innocent German soldiers who did not believe in evil carried the tank killers in their hands, tightened the iron fists under the creaking nest, held the manure spoon on their heads, which was more of a psychological comfort than the actual effect, and poked their heads out, trying to find a way to do something effective.
Attack the target and open fire.
But unexpectedly, as soon as the head poked out, they didn't even look at the shadows of the cannonballs roaring in the air. From who knows which direction, the violent air waves from the explosion of several cannonballs had already hit their faces.
call--
The scale and power of this air wave were so strong that several German soldiers who were half of their bodies in the trench could not stand steadily and their feet were trembling. They could only hold on for less than a second in the blazing blast and lost their strength.
Balance, completely unable to control my body anymore.
Instead of falling into the trench behind him, he was blown away on the spot like a tornado sweeping over the scarecrow.
Several men weighing more than 100 kilograms, including equipment weighing less than 200 kilograms, were not much better than the remaining leaves in the wind. One or two were blown away by the blast wind, dancing in mid-air until they were lifted five or six meters away.
In mid-air, it flew more than ten meters away before falling heavily to the ground.
"Fred! Damn it, Fred!!!"
"Don't go, come back! There's no way to save him! Put your head in your crotch and get down here!"
Seeing his friend being blown away by the blast of Russian heavy artillery, a German recruit who was captured by La Zhuang and sent to the front line was eager to save him, but he was killed before he could take action.
The veteran next to him held down his head and dunked back into the trench on the spot, unable to move.
At this time, it is useless not to mention that it is useless for people to go out. Even if you are lucky enough to drive a barrel truck out and the Russian artillery shells will go around you, it will be useless.
The Russians don't need to hit directly at all. The frightening shock waves created by the continuous explosion of large-caliber grenades with large-scale AOE damage can not only blow flesh and blood into the sky, but also a smaller broken car.
It is impossible to escape the fate of spiraling to heaven in front of him.
The veteran squad leader, who had been fighting the Russians for an unknown amount of time, could no longer remember how many times he had seen his own car being blown up into the sky by the shock wave of the Russian heavy artillery. And after seeing such a scene, he would never have the idea
The idea of "I want to use my flesh and blood to fight with the Russians' heavy artillery" is simply boring and idiotic.
The veteran didn't know how long this kind of shelling would last. He couldn't find anyone to refer to in his past combat experience. It was the first time for him to encounter such fierce direct artillery fire at such a close distance.
cover.
None of the most common SU-76 cannons in the past can be seen now. The most common direct-aiming support firepower of Soviet troops has now completely disappeared. Instead, there are those extremely precious ones that are rarely used in normal battles.
The ISU-152s seen on the frontal battlefield were dispatched in groups, and their numbers were so large that they were almost no different than the Russian heavy tanks.
"There will be no tomorrow. This damn high ground will definitely not be able to hold on today. The Russians are really serious about showing off their wealth."
The veteran squad leader is not stupid. He knows what kind of invincible enemy he is facing at this moment. He also knows that there is no point in continuing this battle at this point. The Russian victory is unstoppable.
However, this does not mean that he will give up, give up on himself, or simply choose to surrender, just like many other German soldiers who chose to endure until the end even in the face of such fierce artillery fire.
They are just waiting for a result that will bring an end to what they have done so far on this bloody highland. As for whether they will die or live under the influence of this huge wave of war, they will just drift with the tide and become no longer interested.
It's important.
"The Russians are coming up, ready to fight."
call out--
crackling——
Someone yelled a reminder and before he could even finish his words, a large-caliber projectile came from nowhere and hit his face, smashing the loud-voiced German soldier's head into pieces and losing control.
The headless corpse fell to the ground instantly like a heavy flour bag.
"Get up and prepare to fight! Grab your gun and load it!"
The veteran pulled up the collar of the recruit's shirt and yelled orders before he finished speaking, when the large military boots of the Russians from the opposite side had already stepped in front of him.
There was no time to wonder why it was so fast. The veteran squad leader with sharp eyes and quick hands just sank his head, shrank his neck, and missed the bayonet attack directed towards his forehead. He clung to the brim of the steel helmet with a harsh metal friction sound.
Crossed.
He dodged the blow and then grabbed it with his backhand. He grabbed the barrel of the Russian assault rifle and dragged the Russian soldier holding it into the trench. There was an inevitable struggle and a struggle followed by an angry roar.