As an old and battle-hardened opponent, Malashenko actually has a problem with the Germans.
These scumbags are like bed bugs and cockroaches in the cracks of the wall. They are inexhaustible and inexhaustible. It seems that no matter how many times you destroy them, they always come back.
In an environment that looks like an endless street fight with no end in sight, this situation is even more aggravated and annoying, and even makes you want to curse. There are always germs breeding in those piles of masonry ruins and invisible nooks and crannies, and then again
It crawls on your feet like maggots, making you sick and annoying.
To cut weeds, be sure to remove the roots, and to kill insects, you must use the most effective insecticide to get a solid result.
This may not be the case in other places, but now, in the street fighting environment of Berlin, Malashenko can say with great certainty that the TOS-1 heavy rocket assault tank is the best trump insecticide in his hand.
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bunker?
Cover your mother's body! Go to see the Kaiser with your cover!
"I have booked the best location and the best hotel in hell for you guys, and now let the No. 310 hell bus take you there."
One after another, TOS-1 rocket assault tanks drove into the main attack route under Malashenko's order. The road ahead was already clear after the operations of various siege teams. The only thing that needed to be considered was approaching the crossfire line.
The remaining enemy forces may then direct anti-armor fire.
The destructive destructive power of TOS-1 is completely proportional to its size. How powerful the explosive stick is, how big it is.
The heavy tank chassis, which is already quite large, is equipped with a huge launch box containing 16 rounds of 310mm heavy rockets, and the battlefield recognition is directly enhanced.
What does "tall and mighty" mean?
This is called "tall and mighty".
Wearing a crown must bear its weight. With such destructive firepower, if you don't have any shortcomings, it will be against the odds.
Therefore, this extremely terrifying war machine is by no means a mindless rush of "holding W to win". Malashenko has repeatedly asked the frontline siege team to cooperate and protect these terrifying war machines.
, Never, never let this thing explode in your own camp.
If this thing were to explode with ammunition, Malashenko would not dare to think about the specific scene, but he can generally imagine it.
It is not an exaggeration to say that half the street was blown up. Of course, no matter whether you were a German soldier or a Red Army soldier, none of you escaped within half a street. Every one of you was buried together.
"Concealed! Concealed! The German's machine gun, Sukka——"
"One o'clock direction, balcony on the second floor! Open fire and kill this bastard, quickly!"
"Back off, back off and find cover! The tanks are about to fire, dangerous distance!"
The further back you go, the harder it becomes. Almost every ten steps you take, you will encounter a German machine gun that suddenly pops up, then pulls the trigger and shoots at you wildly, regardless of saving ammunition.
Alsim, who was getting angry in a hurry, was almost torn to pieces by this fucking situation.
It was neither possible to rush nor to retreat. He and his group of combat engineers almost did not dare to leave the protection range of the armored vehicles. They had to hide behind the iron guys and seek cover at the first opportunity to fight.
Only by being extremely vigilant, keeping an eye on all directions and listening in all directions, and always with your heart in your mouth waiting for an opportunity to kill the enemy, can you ensure that you will not end up like those street crooks.
The short-eyed Nazi machine gun once again drilled out of a shooting hole that had been knocked out, and was resurrected again. The threat of resurrected firepower points like this is already at the full level, and there are quite a few of them.
This is the third person Alsim has encountered within minutes.
The shooting hole that was now bursting with bright green tracer barrages was not twenty seconds ago when it was shot through the wall by the infantry fighting vehicle's cannon.
It's on your nose and on your face, it's disgusting when it rides on top of your forehead.
Alsim, who was so angry that he could put a hard-boiled egg on his forehead, said nothing when he saw this, and called his brothers to hide quickly. Before he finished speaking, he immediately grabbed the wired phone in the iron box at hand.
, the huge IS7 heavy tank hiding behind roared and spoke.
"One o'clock direction, second floor balcony! Shoot that Nazi machine gun down! I repeat, one o'clock direction, second floor balcony! Hurry up and open fire!!!"
Da da da da da——
Crack, crackle, crackle——
"Damn it Sokka!"
Before the phone in his hand could even be stuffed back into the butt of the tank, the extremely arrogant and arrogant German soldier on the other side had already begun to fire his machine gun at the scalp of the steel behemoth, which was impossible to injure.
There was a burst of lightning, sparks flying in all directions, and several ricocheting bullets almost grazing the top of Alsim's head.
As a result, Alsim, who was holding the AK in his left hand and holding the phone in his right, cursed on the spot. After stuffing the phone back into the butt of the tank, he quickly covered the helmet on the top of his head and lowered his posture even further.
Points, the hunched-over posture like an old cat is ready for tank fire, and the tank's butt is kept at a certain distance, so as not to be hit by the tank's butt that is repelled by the heavy sniper's recoil.
"What the hell! Why hasn't this broken car moved yet!?"
More than ten seconds had passed, and Alsim, who was well prepared, still didn't wait for the giant steel beast in front of him to roar and fire, and he still hadn't seen the 130mm large tube roar for a moment.
With question marks all over his face, Alsim, who was confused and annoyed, thought it was because the prostitutes in the car had diarrhea. He was dancing with the bullets outside the car while they were chattering in the car and didn't take it seriously.
If he can endure this, then Alsim will not be judged as a "big bullshit bullshit" by some people who don't deal with him. How can his violent temper, which can burn a girl to ashes, endure this?
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There was no extra possibility. Without saying a word, Alsim's only choice was to grab the microphone that he had just put down in front of him.
"Hey! Are you Sukkas gathering in the car to masturbate? Do you want me to go in and give you some toilet paper!? Hurry up and start fucking!!!"
On the outside of the tank, there are a lot of elegant and easy-going people, with friendly and warm greetings and witty remarks. However, what is invisible inside the tank through the thick armor is a different story.
"No, there's a malfunction! The breech block is stuck, and the automatic ejection fails! The cartridge case cannot be ejected! We are trying to solve the problem, but the damn breech block cannot be pried open! Do you think the machine gun can be used? The coaxial machine gun can still be used.
use!"
"What? Machine gun???"
Alsim, who was holding the phone in his hand, was indeed stunned for a moment.
I asked for 130mm, but you gave me 14.5mm.
I've even taken off my pants and you're going to show me this?