Even after waiting for more than an hour at noon, the blizzard flying all over the sky still showed no intention of stopping. Facing the violent blizzard blowing in front of us, we marched forward bravely with all our strength in the vast expanse.
In the face of the power of nature, powerful continental weapons still appear as insignificant as a lonely boat in the sea.
"You have already become the commander of a regiment. Do you still need to board the car and go to the front line to command in a battle of this level?"
Malashenko, who leaned his upper body out of the car and stood on the turret, staring at the vast world at the end of his field of vision, with the wind and snow howling in his ears, couldn't help but feel calm after recalling the answer he gave to Commissar Petrov a moment ago.
A smile.
"Sitting in a tent and remotely controlling the frontline battle situation is not suitable for me, Comrade Political Commissar, you know this. Only staying in that steel body is my true destination, even if I die in this great war,
That loyal and cold body will at least give me a steel grave, which is also the final destination I want when the end of my life comes."
Even if they cannot choose their own birth, what kind of family environment and era background they will live in, people who stand in front of the whole world and are slightly powerless still have the right to choose their final destination at the end of their lives.
He died in his own car and his bones were buried in this loyal steel body. This is what Malashenko has done for his own life across decades, when the fire of his life is still burning.
The answer given by the resting place at the end of life.
The huge movement of 56 KV1 heavy tanks rushing forward in the blizzard could not be concealed by the blizzard. The roaring engine roar that resounded through the heart was wrapped in the permeating mixed symphony of the howling wind, less than a kilometer away.
The German patrols sounded something more terrifying than the screams of devils in hell.
"Ivan! It's Ivan's tanks. There are so many of them! Oh my god, I can't see clearly. There are simply more than the number we paraded under the Arc de Triomphe! Tell everyone to prepare for battle and be sure to block them, quickly!"
In the face of absolutely overwhelming strength, there was no need to make any unnecessary cover-ups of his tactical purposes. Malashenko saw the German patrols outside the village through the telescope and began to panic, and immediately bent down and returned.
Someone in the turret grabbed the radio intercom with one hand and started yelling at the top of his lungs.
"Maximum speed of all crews. Driver, please step on the accelerator and rush into that shabby little village to crush all the Germans! End everything before their support troops arrive. Comrades, charge!"
The KV1 heavy tanks, which were originally moving forward in second gear in the thick snow, immediately stepped on the accelerator after Malashenko gave the order, and the tracks that were stuck in the ankle-high snow made a tooth-piercing creak.
Sound of acid, the Red Army soldiers riding outside these tanks in the form of "human flesh with additional armor" hurriedly seized the attachment at hand.
Once the big, black and thick Soviet tank with almost no shock absorption system is fully powered, it is like a bumper car in the amusement park of later generations, which can make people dizzy.
Since the outbreak of the Moscow Offensive, the German army has almost always been the active attacker. In the face of the German three-dimensional offensive, the Soviet army has only the ability to resist, let alone launch a counterattack. It is not easy to even stabilize the position. Like this
The scene of dozens of Soviet heavy tanks rushing together with the accompanying infantrymen would have been unimaginable half a month ago.
The severe cold climate of more than 20 degrees below zero makes it difficult to use almost all weapons. The Mauser 98k, which lacks antifreeze lubricant gun oil, has to use a lot of force to even pull the bolt and push the bullet into the chamber.
He was so strong that when he was too frozen, he even had to hit the gun twice with a hard object such as a stone to break the ice. Such poor use of weapons was something that the German army had never experienced in any previous battle.
Never encountered before.
"Damn it, damn it! This broken gun is frozen to death again! Fred, help me get it open, quickly!"
"I already told you not to apply maintenance oil to gun parts, but you idiot never listened to my advice!"
"There is no such thing as not oiling a gun. If you don't oil the gun, the gun will..."
call out--
boom--
The roaring and screaming sound of artillery shells breaking through the air interrupted the conversation of the two people in just a moment. It suddenly rang in their ears. The leading KV1 heavy tank, which was close to a distance of 500 meters, had already begun to fire artillery bombardments in front of them.
The German positions were so close, although firing while moving on a cross-country road was indeed very inaccurate.
"It missed. The muzzle was raised too high. Let's fire it again. This time we must hit those Germans!"
Seeing that the gunner in his crew just missed his shot, Lavrinenko, who knew that it was a matter of luck to accurately hit the target when firing on the move, did not feel any irritation in return.
As a new main gun, the 85mm D-5t tank gun currently seems to be not that easy to control.
As the loader at the rear of the breech block raised his hand again, he stuffed an 85mm custom high-explosive round with a length of more than 80 centimeters into the breech. The prototype turret, which had once fallen into silence as it continued to fly through the ice and snow, suddenly erupted again.
Out of fire.
The 85mm O-365K high-explosive projectile, with a muzzle velocity of up to 790 meters per second, was immediately pushed outward by the gas of the projectile propellant.
Although the 660 grams of TNT explosive contained in the projectile warhead is only the most common high-explosive charge and not any mixed high explosive, it is nearly 7 times the terrifying amount of the ordinary German M24 wooden handle grenade, but it is also unusual.
No flesh and blood can withstand it.
Although there was once again a slight misalignment due to firing while moving, the gunner of the Lavrinenko crew, who had the experience of firing during the bumpy last time, found the best time to fire based on his feeling this time. He aimed at the German machine gun position but fired
The 85mm high-explosive bomb that flew into the faces of the infantrymen exploded suddenly under the action of the collision warhead fuze.
boom--
Flames rose and shrapnel flew.
In the huge explosion of the 85 mm high-explosive bomb, the rifle and the body in his hand were torn into pieces. Once the terrifying charge of the German M24 wooden handle grenade was included in the killing range, it would not be possible at all.
Possibly escaping, the corpses of the German soldiers were torn into large pieces by the explosion and shrapnel in an instant, and their scarlet and warm blood was instantly spread all over the ground.
"Anti-tank guns, we need anti-tank guns! Drag the anti-tank guns out quickly!"