The emergence of four pak40s means that the German army has reshaped and produced this anti-tank gun that was originally shelved. It will not be long before more pak40s will completely replace the backward and old pak36 and pak38 equipment for the front-line German army.
If Malashenko cannot fully replace his Guards regiment with new mass-produced vehicles by then, he will inevitably face a problem. The KV1, which is covered with heavy armor and weighs 47 tons, will be different from the Pak40.
The t34 in 28 tons is no different.
Both the left and right were instantly killed with one hit. The T34's larger angle of sloping armor on the front of the car body might be able to ricochet a few rounds if the character is good. It also has good maneuverability that the KV1 does not have.
When the defensive advantages of heavy armor are virtually offset, everything that they were proud of in the past will become useless burdens. The First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment led by Malashenko is now facing such a problem.
Embarrassing situation.
"It seems that we must speed up the process of urging Kojin to put into production new heavy tanks as soon as possible. Even the defense of IS1 is much stronger than the current KV. If this continues, the KV1 with armor that cannot stop anything will only become worse than the T34.
It’s far from useless, it’s almost time for this old tank to be retired.”
The KV1 heavy tank, which was only officially finalized and started mass production in 1940, would be a bit exaggerated to say that it is an old tank, but it has become a foregone conclusion that the steel body, which was born less than two years ago, cannot adapt to the coming war.
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If possible, Malashenko still hopes that Kotin can work harder and come up with those new tanks that historically would not appear until the end of 1943 as soon as possible. After all, with the additional blessing of himself as a time traveler, this time
If Kogin, who is so talented, can't even do this little thing, it would be a bit inferior to Malashenko.
Thinking of this, Malashenko, who already had a decision and related conclusions in his mind, straightened up. The anti-tank gun beside him, which would soon become the standard equipment of the German army, no longer aroused Malashenko's interest.
, turning the power of a loving father into reality as soon as possible is the core issue of Malashenko's current real relationship.
"Yakov, what are your plans next? Continue the counterattack to retake Istria or what should I say?"
Hearing Malashenko's question, Yakov felt a little confused himself. After thinking for a while, he spoke uncertainly.
"Maybe we should continue the attack? I'm not sure. The message from the front army headquarters only asked us to counterattack Istria to regain the lost ground, but there was no specific attack plan and strategic deployment. We really came in a bit too hasty
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It is not unreasonable for Commander Yakov to attribute all this to being in a hurry. If Yakov could have contacted his superior division commander to inquire about the specific combat orders and situation before setting off, today's
Yakov and Malashenko will no longer be as confused as headless flies.
Similar to Yakov's situation, the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment led by Malashenko, which is under the direct jurisdiction of the Front Army Headquarters, will not be temporarily assigned to a certain front-line unit under the commander of the unit and the highest field command.
Under normal circumstances, Malashenko directly received the dispatching action message sent by Zhukov. Malashenko and the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment led by Malashenko responded to Zhukov who was currently fighting fires everywhere.
It is undoubtedly extremely important.
Recalling that he had not contacted Comrade Zhu to report after this moderate victory, Malashenko felt that he needed to leave and immediately spoke to Lieutenant Colonel Yakov in front of him.
"Comrade Yakov, I have to report the results of the battle to the front army headquarters. In addition, I will also ask what our next action plan is. I suggest you contact the division headquarters of your division and ask the division commander about the next action.
It’s better for the two of us to compare and analyze the plan.”
"Well, that's fine. Then I'll go back and let the political commissar be responsible for sending the telegram. I'll go to your regiment headquarters to meet you after I finish processing it."
After saying a brief farewell to Yakov, Malashenko quickly arrived at the field regiment headquarters that had just been relocated behind the back slope one kilometer outside the position. Petrov, a political commissar with only one arm, was commanding the regiment headquarters.
The security forces and communication personnel assumed that wooden poles and antennas were erected in the tent, and when they saw Malashenko walking towards them after returning home with a victory, they immediately turned around with a smile on their faces.
"I've heard it all. The communications staff of Malashenko and Yakov's regiment just came for a meeting. He told me that the divisions you jointly attacked with the front won a great victory and defeated all those who had just occupied the position.
The Germans who stood firm were driven out of their positions and chased them for nearly a kilometer before retreating. To be honest, I never thought that the first counterattack would go so smoothly."
There was indeed a hint of disbelief on Commissar Petrov's face, and Malashenko, who felt the need to explain, immediately spoke with a slight smile.
"It's nothing, Comrade Political Commissar. There are not many Germans defending that position, they are just a small force. After fighting, I think they are only a battalion at best. Without support troops, let alone me.
Without engaging in battle, the three Siberian divisions on the front alone were enough to crush them."
"I just saw on the battlefield that the corpses of several German soldiers were still wearing autumn clothes. Some of the other corpses were winter military uniforms produced by the Germans, but most of them were cotton-padded clothes ripped off the corpses of our Red Army.
How can they fight those three Siberian divisions with their looks like this? I have seen it with my own eyes, these guys are just a bunch of blizzard maniacs who are desperate for their lives."
He reached out and took the cigarette and lighter flame from Malashenko, then took a deep puff. Even though he only had one arm left, he still couldn't change his habit of smoking. He held the cigarette in his left arm.
Commissar Petrov, who was hanging down for the moment, then asked again.
"So what are your plans now? Malashenko, do you plan to move forward or hold on to this offensive position?"
Faced with Commissar Petrov's questions, Malashenko, who was feeling a little annoyed about this issue, spoke out.
"If I knew what to do next, I wouldn't be smoking here to relieve my boredom. Now I can only send a telegram to the front army headquarters to ask about the next action plan and battle arrangement. Otherwise, I really don't know what to do next.
One step is either forward or backward."
Before Malashenko could finish chatting with Commissar Petrov, the curtain of the regimental field tent that had just been set up behind him suddenly opened and a head popped out.
"Comrade political commissar, ah, comrade regiment leader is also here. Just in time, the telegram from the front army headquarters is right here."