Today's Alsim and Sulovechenko, as well as all the remaining comrades in the entire company, are obviously different from the combat attire of the past.
The poncho, which is only taken out when it rains, has been put on. This is of course not to prevent cloudy and rainy weather, but has a special meaning in accordance with the request of the division commander.
"By the way, have you brought everything? Don't leave it behind."
Without even thinking about it, he knew what Alsim was referring to, and Sulovechenko answered without thinking.
"Don't worry, I brought everything with me. I brought the flag, the flagpole, and your knife."
"But why don't you bring that sword with you? Maybe it will come in handy. It's a serious saber used for fighting."
Alsim couldn't say why. It might be out of subconscious habits. In short, he had no intention of taking that knife with him into battle. He couldn't explain too much, so he could only answer casually.
"That's an item of honor. Just keep it with the flag and bring it to the roof when the time comes. Don't consider anything else."
".Okay, you have the final say."
The conversation between Alsim and Sulovechenko did not last long, just a moment later, with the dawn sun rising slowly from the horizon.
The artillery group under the Leader Division, which had prepared enough artillery shells in advance and had been recuperating all night, immediately began an extremely violent and probably the last "early morning speech" in the entire Patriotic War.
Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo——
This is the sound of Katyusha and Andryusha rocket launchers firing intensively and screaming into the sky.
Boom boom boom boom——
This is the sound of the ISU-152 and ISU-152A self-propelled artillery clusters shaking the world.
An overwhelming barrage of blazing projectiles and clusters of rockets roared in, and their intensity was like a sea of fire falling from the sky.
In the mid-air before landing, a storm of red flames visible to the naked eye gathered together, raining down judgment on the Nazi fanatics in the King's Square who knew that their time was running out.
Boom—Boom—
Rumble——
The coverage of the shelling was so wide that not only did it cover all the Nazi defenders in King's Square, including the blind spots, without even landing, many shells and rockets even hit the outer wall of the Parliament Building.
Above, there was a loud explosion.
"Damn, did you see it? This thing is really hard! When the 152 grenade hits it, it will break into pieces and fall down. It can't penetrate the wall! If you don't hit it through the window, it will probably scratch some skin."
Sulovechenko, who was looking at the Western scene with a telescope in his hand, could not help but be a little surprised, even surprised. The ridiculously strong defense of the Capitol Building really gave the Slavs a little German shock.
"Didn't Comrade Division Commander say that last time? Stone buildings are like this. However, the target of this round of artillery fire is not that broken building. The people hiding inside can still survive for a while, but those in the open air in the square
That’s another story to say.”
As Alsim said, although everyone is a Nazi, at this moment, between the two groups of Nazis in the Parliament Building and in the King's Square, the actual treatment they are facing is really a world of difference.
Don't.
A huge amount of artillery shells hit the defenders on King's Square, causing their arms and legs to fly in all directions, and they died on the spot.
Even though the King's Square, which is regarded as a key defense area, has built a lot of anti-gun bunkers and even permanent fortifications reinforced with steel plates and concrete. But all of them still seem a bit feeble in the face of the tsunami-like shelling.
A bullet with a caliber as huge as the 152 Shenjiao can blow up the entire semi-buried artillery-proof cave and the people in it, blowing it to pieces.
The Andlyusa rocket launcher has the same power as the "giant heartless tank" TOS-1, but the destructive effect of one falling shot is even more incredible.
Even if the top of the German bunker is reinforced with armor and covered with a thick layer of concrete, the only outcome of being hit by this huge righteousness is that the upper half will disappear on the spot, leaving only half of the ruins, which proves that here
There once existed a bunker, but that was it.
The defenders in the Capitol can survive for the time being. Even if they want to, if they want, they can even stand in a relatively safe position and smoke a cigarette, watching live broadcasts of their comrades in King's Square having great fun.
It's not impossible.
The crazy artillery fire did not last long. The small area of the artillery fire poured out enough artillery fire in a short period of time. It was useless to fire more, and the effect was so low that it was almost useless.
Have fun.
"It's almost time, it's our turn! Get ready!"
Standing in front of the ruins of the opera house that had just been captured yesterday as a starting position, everyone in the Volga siege team, including Alsim, was ready to go, as if they were ready to go.
Give an order.
When the familiar IS7 tank No. 177, which was like a "mobile morale projection amplifier on the battlefield", not only issued the order "Start attacking!" but also fired the first shot of direct-aimed bombardment. Countless people held steel guns and were fully equipped.
At this moment, the armed Red Army soldiers jumped out of the trenches and roared loudly.
"For the motherland! Long live the leader! Comrades! Attack!"
"Ula!!!"
U-la——
One of the benefits of capturing the lower opera house is that the attack distance is greatly shortened, so that the actual distance between the offensive starting position and the contact line of the German defense zone is so close that there is no need to take an infantry tank to charge, only traditional infantry steps are needed.
Just use tank coordination tactics.
The final offensive in the entire Patriotic War officially began under such a scene.
The extremely crazy and cruel enemy did not give up the fight. They were exactly the same as the SS fanatics they encountered yesterday, and could even be said to be even worse.
Every SS soldier was using any weapon at hand that could fire, roaring, roaring, and screaming, and fired wildly at the Russian army that was moving forward like a wall.
The IS7 heavy tank, which was harvesting death like crazy, was firing on all cylinders. The numerous machine guns on its body and its main gun were all fired at the same time. It even used the main gun to fire directly at the German trenches and foxholes from as close as fifty meters away.
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The huge explosion set off a boiling heat wave, and the heat wave was filled with splashing blood.
The distance was so close that even Alsim, who was following closely behind his own tank, could feel the scalding temperature and the feeling of the smelly, sour black blood being splashed onto his hands.
"Up! Get into the trenches! Quick!"
The huge IS7 heavy tank rumbled past the first trench, stopped between the first and second trenches, and continued to fire.
The SS soldier suddenly stood up in the trench, holding a cluster grenade in his hand, facing the butt and back of the IS7's head, ready to throw it; the other SS soldier beside him pointed in the opposite direction, raising the STG44 assault rifle in his hand to attack.
Aim at the oncoming enemy.
But their final fate was the same, and none of them had effective attacks that resulted in actual results. Even before the grenade was thrown and the gun line was aimed, they were swept into a sieve by the 7.62mm intermediate-power rifle bullets splashed with water, and they were on the spot.
Hit the streets.
He dodged and jumped into the trench, stepping on the soft and bloody fresh corpse without taking a breath. With a wave of his hand, Alsim immediately rushed towards the next target he had spotted.
"Don't stop, come with me! Come this way, quickly!"