"Okay, listen carefully, I will only tell you once."
"From now on until we plant the red flag on the Capitol, there is only 48 hours at most. This is an order issued by the superiors to Comrade Division Commander. Comrade Division Commander has entrusted me with this glorious and arduous task. This is ours.
The honor of this company and this collective must be completed, and the only possibility of failure is to sacrifice all of us."
"So, when the battle starts later, everyone should make their movements more flexible for me. From the movement under the feet to the killing with the hands, all movements must be quick and crisp, and the problem must be solved in the shortest time."
"Today's goal is to capture the theater, but first, there is a Nazi Ministry of Interior building that was half destroyed by the British bombing between us and the theater. We must deal with this first."
"It is expected that there will be only a small amount of resistance on the road leading to the Ministry of Interior building, and most of them will be light weapons. The heavy weapons along the way will either be destroyed by our shelling or by the British bombing, so there is basically no need to worry. The difficulty lies in breaking into the building.
After that, there will be an unknown number of SS lunatics with shit in their heads fighting to death, but there will definitely be a lot of them.”
"We don't have much time to spend with these die-hard elements, so we have to take some special measures, so we have prepared double copies of blasting explosives for everyone in this operation. Do you all know what to do?"
They gathered together in a circle and listened to company commander Alsim's combat briefing and tactical arrangements. This group of combat engineers, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, naturally understood everything.
"You mean to let those bastard scum fly on a plane? Well, let me send them all to the sky!"
The reason why combat engineers are experts in street fighting is not only because these people are extremely powerful in combat and wear heavy armor, but also because they are all experts in explosives. The thing they are best at is explosion, explosion, explosion.
After explaining all the precautions, Alsim didn't say much nonsense. The high-spirited mobilization before the war was not his specialty, but the exclusive skill of the division commander.
Alsim only needs to say "We are going to kill the Nazis", roughly how to do it, and pay attention to the details when doing it. The next thing to do is to lead the brothers to copy the enemy and fight.
Boom boom boom——
Boo hoo hoo hoo——
Rumble——
"The sound of artillery fire is quite close. It doesn't sound like the sound that came from outside the city a few days ago. Has the artillery position been moved forward?"
Walking to the window sill with all the broken glass, watching the brief barrage of artillery fire roaring across the head, a somewhat curious Alsim couldn't help but ask Sulovechenko beside him.
"It's in the train station across the river. The place happens to be very spacious. After taking down the place yesterday, the artillery was stationed there. Firstly, it can shorten the strike time, and secondly, it can be used more ballistically.
At this time, if we continue to fight in the position outside the city, the ballistic trajectory will be too limited, and it is almost impossible to hit any valuable targets."
Sulovechenko, who cannot be said to be proficient in artillery, but only has a slight understanding of it, is probably explaining it. His understanding of artillery is not even as good as that of Sulovechenko's Alsim, and it is even less than a smattering of knowledge.
All Alsim knew was that he could stuff the shells into the barrel of the cannon and kill the Nazis from a long distance, which was pretty easy to do.
"That's almost it. This artillery fire won't last long. Get in the car and prepare to attack!"
"clear!"
Half of the Ministry of Interior building was already half destroyed by the British's initiation bombing, and now it was attacked by large-caliber howitzers and rocket launchers. Only half of the Ministry of Interior building was left. "Scarred and in a mess" alone is not enough to describe its miserable appearance.
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The roaring roar of the diesel engine came from the end of the street, and the low and harsh sound of the crawler tracks grinding the masonry debris on the ground. It was the low roar of the most terrifying steel behemoth in the hands of the Slavs who had been released from the cage.
"Damn it! Tanks, Russian tanks are coming! It's Stalin's Death Combine!"
As the rumors about the "terrifying Russian steel behemoth" in the city of Berlin become more and more sinister, one after another surviving witnesses, the German soldiers, whether from the SS or the Wehrmacht, are describing what happened in horror.
Rumors spread by word of mouth about how terrifying the Russian super tank, known as "Stalin's combine of death", is.
Some people say that that kind of tank is so huge that it can hold at least 4 Panzer IV tanks together. Just looking at that thing "crunching" towards you, you can feel the suffocating oppression.
feel.
Some people say that that thing carries a thick and long super cannon, which is far beyond the main gun of any armored vehicle in the hands of the German army. It is enough to eclipse the most powerful King Tiger and even the Hunting Tiger.
It only takes one shot to kill any German tank, or blow up a squad of German soldiers with one shot.
There are even more outrageous rumors that this thing can run faster than the German Army's own Black Panther.
Those who believed this rumor were shocked, and those who claimed to have seen it with their own eyes nodded in agreement with the rumor.
People who did not believe this rumor scoffed at this "rumor" and claimed that how could there be a steel monster with the size of four Panzer IV tanks that could run faster than the Black Panther. He, Stalin, had mastered the lost Atlan.
Is this black technology or something? The heavier the tank, the faster it goes, right? Reverse physics, right?
But when the rumored "Russian super tank" really appeared in the eyes of a group of SS soldiers who were tired, hungry and tired, but only had a passion for it.
Almost everyone understood that those rumors were true, at least most of the rumors that sounded outrageous were true, such as the terrifying huge size of the thing and the super cannon that looked like a big chimney.
"Careful! Cannon——"
boom--
call out--
Boom——
The screams arrived late on the tail of the explosion. The huge explosion was accompanied by a heat wave of astonishing energy, and in the blink of an eye, the entire balcony was blown to pieces.
"What are those nazis doing in front of the window? Are we welcome?"
"Ha, fuck Sukka! Let these bastards go to hell to discuss!"
The swaying IS7 heavy tank ran over the wreckage of a Mercedes-Benz car that was shattered by artillery shells on the street, smashed open the blackened head of a certain No. 4 tank that was blown to the ground, and once again smashed the black hole with its unstoppable power of conquest.
The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the target.
boom--
"After getting off the car, follow me and run straight in! Move your feet quickly! Get ready!"
When the SS soldiers in the building scattered amid the roar of the cannons, before they had time to find a suitable shelter, a large number of BMP43 infantry fighting vehicles covered by the firepower of their own cannons had already pulled the machine
A barrage of artillery shells came rushing all the way.