The grinning Malashenko twisted his lips. After seeing clearly that the large number of German soldiers in the commander's periscope could not withstand the firepower that came like a storm, leaving a large number of corpses on the ground, almost all the others were left behind.
They all poured into the nearest street building like sheep entering a sheepfold.
Having already thought about what to do next, Malashenko, who had already made up his mind, immediately picked up a radio transmitter in his right hand that was not commonly used.
It is true that this operation is not used very often, but this does not mean that Malashenko does not know how to use it and what to do now.
Malashenko just took the wired phone microphone into his hand and brought it to his mouth. He pressed the switch button and installed an "incoming call reminder" on the back of the car like the old school bell.
The bell rang loudly.
"Hey! Can you hear me? This is Malashenko. The infantry pays attention to capturing the buildings on both sides of the street in front. There are a huge number of Nazis who have just poured in! The tanks will clear the fire first and provide cover. The infantry will
Prepare to attack!"
Malashenko didn't know who could answer his call outside the car at this moment, but no matter who it was, as long as he was an infantry commander outside the car, even if he was just a squad leader, squad deputy or even a soldier, as long as he could carry his words
When you arrive, tell the nearby infantry unit commander who is leading the team outside the vehicle and convey the order in place, then the next problem will be much easier to handle.
The key is the inter-service process of sending messages and orders from inside the car to outside the car. In these days of lagging communication means, we can only make wired calls.
However, what Comrade Ma did not expect was that the person who answered his phone outside the car was actually Alsim, and Malashenko recognized his pure Siberian accent as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Yes, comrade division commander! I saw it too. Let's organize our troops and prepare to attack! My people are already in place, right behind your car. They can kick those Nazi bastards off the roof of the building at any time!"
In the past, Malashenko always hid his combat engineers as quick weapons. Before putting them into use on the frontal field battlefield, he would first consider the potential casualties and the strength of the enemy's resistance.
Sudden risk factors and a lot of messy things before making a decision.
This is simply because they are afraid that the casualties of combat engineers will be too large. Even if they are later added, the actual combat effectiveness will be reduced. This is why Alsim and his group of "war madmen" often feel that "the battle cannot be fought, and I feel uncomfortable all over."
” is the reason.
But now, Malashenko has nothing to worry about.
In other words, this scruple has dropped to the lowest level since the establishment of the Leader Division Combat Engineer Corps.
As a witness to the Battle of Stalingrad, Malashenko knew that if there was any battlefield environment specifically designed for combat engineers, it would be the best place to display their powerful and highly technical combat capabilities.
Then there is no doubt that street fighting is the only answer.
These guys are made for grinding meat.
He became famous for mincing meat in street fights, and also specialized in mincing meat in street fights.
Dreaming back to the Battle of Stalingrad can bring many unforgettable memories. No matter whether the memories are good or bad, they cannot be escaped.
Now, it is time for those Nazi remnants who have just escaped from the fear of IS7 to jump into another "nightmare memory" that has been woven for them, and be executed by the most elite combat engineer unit of the leader division.
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"Target, light yellow three-story building at 11 o'clock! Load high-explosive bombs, gunners prepare!"
"Iushkin, you heard me, focus fire on that target with me! Get ready to shoot!"
Two huge IS7 heavy tanks went hand in hand, neck and neck. Their large bodies almost completely occupied the entire street, making them appear quite crowded. Some of the edges of their tracks even hit the curb as they advanced.
The road width in this fringe urban area is really too narrow. It is the limit for two IS7s to move side by side, and there is no room for a third tracked armored combat vehicle to go along with them.
After receiving the order from Malashenko, Iushkin quickly controlled the main gun to respond. A division commander's command vehicle and a brigade commander's command vehicle were almost in sync, dancing together, and even completed the turret rotation, and the muzzle
The moment when pointing directly at the target and the moment when reloading is completed are almost the same second.
"Send them on their way!"
"Fire!"
boom--
boom--
The violent roars of the two 130mm cannons were almost connected together, and it was impossible to tell the order. The two 130mm high-explosive grenades roaring in resonance went hand in hand towards the common target. Following closely behind, the two came in the roar of the wind.
, it was that loud explosion that made the air tremble.
Splattered masonry and exterior wall debris fell on the street like raindrops, making a crackling sound, and large pieces of collapsed bricks and concrete slabs fell straight down like landslides.
Alsim, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes by looking sideways, did not hesitate at all. He followed the tanks advancing slowly and evenly. The target distance was already within a short distance of launching the final charge. He followed closely with a wave of his big hand.
Then he gave the order.
"Up, up, up! Rush into the building, machine gun cover! Hurry!"
Alsim, who was leading the charge, had already stepped out before the words could fade away. A whole team of fully armed combat engineers, running as fast as flying, immediately rushed towards the target building where the dust had not yet settled.
The charging combat engineer team had just arrived downstairs, stepping on the messy piles of construction debris and rocks at their feet, and were about to rush in through the gap in the wall that was blown open by a cannon.
Directly above the head, next to the huge gap in the wall that had just been exploded by another 130 high-explosive grenade, a German guy suddenly rushed out holding an extremely rare thing - an FG42 paratrooper rifle.
This group of reckless bastards didn't care at all that the smoke and dust from the collapsed walls and houses had not dispersed. They just raised their guns condescendingly and wanted to shoot. It seemed inevitable that a hail of bullets would fall down like a heavy rain. Everyone in Alsim
Even if you raise your gun and fight back now, casualties are inevitable.
But accidents usually don’t come alone, they come in pairs, and follow-up is the norm for accidents, and it’s the same now.
Dong dong dong dong dong——
A burst of Godzilla's monster belching and roaring sounds quietly faded away, and the corpse of the German soldier who had been beaten into pieces by 14.5mm machine gun bullets fell straight down with a splash, and a considerable part of it splashed onto the floor.
The combat engineers who were preparing to rush to the building below had their faces covered with blood.
Iushkin's finger gently released the trigger of the handle and smiled brightly. You said that it is a beautiful thing for this coaxial KPV heavy machine gun to shoot German sticks, right?
It was this unexpected "fresh shower" that I didn't know my fellow combat engineers would like or not.