"Comrade Captain, what should we do!? Those Germans are still firing at us! There is an ambush among us!"
The German 88 artillery team, which had turned its muzzle before he finished speaking, then started another round of fierce fire at the T34 tank group led by Malashenko. After these destroyed all four KV2 heavy tanks, they knew they had
The German 88th Artillery Group, having exposed its target, simply kept doing it without stopping, and had a ferocious momentum to eat up all the leading troops led by Malashenko in one fell swoop.
Listening to the screams of the 88-gun armor-piercing bullets outside his car, which seemed to be whizzing past his ears, Malashenko, who was covering his wound with his hand and whose blood had stained his entire sleeve red along his elbow, did not even think about it.
Not caring about taking care of his own wounds, his right eye, which was stained crimson by blood, made sure that his vision was still not affected and then spoke loudly to the waiting crew.
"We will never retreat, comrades! Seryosha, start the car! Rush at those damn fascists at full speed. Even if you fall on the way to charge, you must let them know that these pig-headed idiots are now standing on the land of the Great Soviet
Above!"
In fact, when the war situation has developed to this point, any attempt to escape or retreat is basically useless and meaningless for Malashenko.
No matter how fast the powerful 500-horsepower diesel engine runs, it is still not as fast as the muzzle velocity of 810 meters per second of the 88mm armor-piercing projectile. The T34 tank, which is already considered large among medium tanks, outperforms the 88mm armor-piercing projectile at a distance of less than 500 meters.
The field of view of the gun scope is wider than a fingernail. As long as the German artillery crew who are manipulating the 88 guns and firing continuously are not suffering from Alzheimer's disease and have sunset red artillery skills, everyone will be able to hit them.
Under such premise, any attempt to escape and retreat will be in vain and destined to fail.
Malashenko, who was already aware of this in his heart, had already made up his mind. Instead of being shot to death from behind by a German anti-tank gun on the way to desertion, it would be better to go crazy before dying.
In one fell swoop, he roped in a few German guys to back him up.
This has nothing to do with the question of whether Malashenko, a future time traveler, is firm and loyal to his current so-called "motherland". Ultimately, it is nothing more than what a bloody man did when he knew that he would inevitably die.
It's just the final madness.
At the same time, on a hillside less than 300 meters away from the left wing of the remaining T34 tank groups led by Malashenko, Michel Wittmann, who had led his troops and had been lurking here since the beginning of the war, was still there.
He has no intention of taking action at all.
Compared to Wittmann's leisurely composure and patient waiting, assault gunner Klink, who had already been gearing up for a big fight, was restless as he waited.
"Hey, Michelle! Look at those Ivans, they have all been defeated! If we don't take action at this time, I guess we will have to go up to collect the corpses and rags of the Ivans! Look at us
This crew wants to paint a few more white circles on the gun barrel, so how about giving the order to fire now!?"
Holding the commander's wide-angle periscope in front of him, he glared coldly at Klink, who was gearing up and extremely excited, from the corner of his eye. Wittmann, who had a self-made plan in his heart, seemed very indifferent to his gunner's invitation to fight.
.
"No matter what you continue to say to me now, I will never order firing at this time, Klink."
"Now these Soviet T34 tanks suppressed by 88 guns are already dead. We don't need to take action to deal with them. Have you seen the large Soviet troops that rushed up later? These are the ones you will use your unique skills later.
A great stage.”
"Big army? Great stage?"
After hearing Wittmann's firm words, gunner Klink was a little confused. Because the field of view of the high-magnification narrow-angle main gun sight was too limited, Klink, who was responsible for the gunner's duties, did not notice it.
The Soviet army's follow-up troops were rolling in from the not-too-distant horizon with billows of dust, but this did not prevent Michel Wittmann, an experienced hunter, from detecting his own in time.
prey.
In fact, Division Commander Chernyev and Political Commissar Petrov, who had been using binoculars to observe the frontline battle situation in the frontline command post on the rear starting position, observed that the leading troops led by Malashenko encountered the Germans.
After the people carefully planned the ambush circle, they also realized the seriousness of the situation.
Objectively speaking, the Soviet tank divisions, which seriously lacked actual combat experience in large-scale armored operations and had outdated and backward tactical thinking, were far inferior to those they had conquered in the summer of 1941, both from a macro strategic perspective and from a local tactical level.
German armored divisions across the European continent.
Commander Chernyaev and Lieutenant Colonel Petrov, who had never expected that those ferocious Germans would be willing to use their own children to trap wolves, became confused after realizing that something was wrong and that the situation was far beyond their control.
Time stood still.
But the troops that have been dispersed are like a basin of water that has been thrown out. It is absolutely impossible for Captain Malashenko, who has been deeply trapped in the ambush circle in front of the German position, to withdraw with his men at this time.
After thinking about it, he was not willing to let the first wave of open-door attacks fail in such an anticlimactic manner, and at the same time he did not want his precious nephew to die in that steel crematorium. After a moment of thought, political commissar Petrov decided that
Even if he turned around and spoke sharply at Commander Chernyaev.
"Comrade Division Commander, we can't just abandon Captain Malashenko and the others! Look at them, even after suffering a fierce ambush from the Germans, they still maintain their tenacious fighting spirit and continue to charge forward! This is
What? This is the great and noble fearless spirit of Soviet soldiers! I think it is time for us to send out follow-up large forces to continue the attack to expand the results!"
After putting down the telescope in his hand, he listened to his partner's loud words and pondered for a while. Chernyaev, who had already admitted in his heart that he was temporarily defeated by the German commander opposite him in the art of command, quickly regained his courage.
With fighting spirit, he responded with a firm expression to the political commissar Petrov next to him in the manner expected of a mid- to senior-level Red Army commander.
"You're right, Peter, it's time to let those German invaders feel the power of the Red Army!"
"Inform the 1st and 2nd Tank Regiment and let them launch a flanking attack on the German front-line defense positions according to the pre-planned plan. In addition, let the artillery prepare, and be sure to suppress those damn German anti-tank guns for me!"