Malashenko, who was scratching in the soft mud at his feet with a broken branch he picked up casually, explaining his combat intentions while doing so, seemed very determined to win.
"We have a relatively large number of tanks on hand. If they are all gathered together, we will not be able to take advantage of our strength. We will not be able to rush into the village in one go. In the worst case, they will even be blocked at the entrance of the village and unable to move."
"In the battle that will follow, Deputy Commander Lavrinenko and I will lead the regiment's tanks first into the village. The first and second battalions will outflank the left and right wings to surround the village. The third battalion will go around to the back of the village to block the Germans.
The escape route! Once we attack from the front of the village, those Germans will definitely find a way to withdraw from the back of the village to regroup the tank formation, and that will be your best moment."
After all, Malashenko, who was extremely courageous, finally decided to take the lead as before and was the first to enter the village in person. He hid behind the large troops and used the tank as a mobile command post to give orders. This was never the case for Malashenko.
A real man should knock over a German tank head-on!
Since the formation of the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment in the Battle of Moscow, it has been following Malashenko's command. It has fought all the way south and north, beating the arrogant Germans so hard that they fled in panic. Even the Wehrmacht
Elite units such as the Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment also fell under the tracks of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment.
As the saying goes, what kind of generals lead what kind of soldiers? Under the leadership of a regimental commander like Malashenko who chased Germans and beat them all the way, the following group of battalion commanders and company commanders did not feel that they had any after receiving the combat mission.
What's so strange? Isn't it a fine tradition of the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment that Comrade Commander of the Regiment personally leads the charge into battle?
It had been a long time since the last time he entered a tank to fight in person. Malashenko asked himself that he even missed this long-lost feeling and was a little excited.
After some painting, Malashenko's vehicle: the IS1 prototype tank has been put on the upcoming summer camouflage in advance.
Under Malashenko's personal instructions, the white number 177, symbolizing the beginning of everything, was painted on the front of the car body. The head of a giant bear with the Iron Cross in its mouth was vividly displayed on the rear of the turret. Oppositely,
The red flag of the Guards was also painted on the turret.
The is1 prototype tank, which looks a bit flashy but still can't hide its majestic aura, is undoubtedly the most powerful heavy tank in the world at this time. This steel behemoth accelerated by Malashenko is about to usher in its own end.
First appearance.
"Adjust the gun scope, Iushkin Kirill, and prepare to load high-explosive bombs. The first wave of attacks will destroy the German defensive positions outside the village."
Kirill, who had been lying in the field hospital for more than three months, was finally allowed to leave the hospital in perfect condition. Kirill, who returned to the train crew, could not conceal his excitement and joy when he finally saw Malashenko.
His own commander hugged each other and cried.
In contrast, Malashenko returned the harmonica that he had temporarily kept to Kirill's hands.
"Welcome back, comrade loader."
The roaring diesel engine immediately surged to life under the violent push and pull of the joystick by the driver Seryosha, and black engine exhaust flourished out of the waste port like an octopus spraying ink.
Feeling the shaking of the car, Malashenko finally moved forward. He couldn't hide the excitement in his heart. This terrible feeling that he was disgusted with at first and even wanted to escape for a time, now became as strong as his own heartbeat.
The melody is no longer inseparable.
"Wash your necks and prepare yourself for the warm greetings of communism, krauts!"
The sound of dozens of heavy tanks charging in groups was even greater than the galloping cavalry in ancient times. Several German soldiers who were smoking and sitting in the machine gun bunker at the entrance of the village felt the vibration coming from their buttocks.
The fear of being about to be forgotten, which had not been felt for a while, immediately filled the faces of the first German soldiers who reacted with horror.
"Damn it, it's Ivan's heavy tank group! Shoot and notify everyone!"
boom--
A loud gunshot that pierced the sky reverberated throughout the village and lingered for a long time. It is true that the gunshot is the best order for soldiers. People who were busy in the village were even still there.
The German soldiers who were doing laundry immediately threw away everything they had on hand and ran away.
"We have been discovered, Comrade Commander! Those Germans are preparing to welcome us!"
"I saw it! Kirill loaded the high-explosive bombs, and Iushkin aimed at the German machine gun positions at the entrance of the village, knocking out any troublesome things he could see first!"
"As you wish, Comrade Commander!"
As soon as the tank, filled with the roar of the diesel engine, enters combat mode, it can only communicate by yelling, punching and kicking. Malashenko, holding the commander's periscope tightly in his hand, continued to stare at the target.
Yell loudly and give orders.
"Two o'clock direction, 800 meters away, the German machine gun position at the entrance of the village, kill him!"
boom--
The is1 heavy tank, which kept running at full speed, finally fired the monumental first shot under Malashenko's order. Iushkin, who was constantly struggling with the sight of the gun scope, tried his best to let the high-explosive shell fired by his own hands.
More accurate, although the end result seems a bit futile.
The melting snow and mud kicked up by the 85mm high-explosive bomb splashed dozens of meters away before falling.
It exploded in an open space about thirty meters away from the German machine gun position. This regrettable first 85mm high-explosive bomb just put a big lump of mud on the face of the German soldier and had no effect anymore.
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"Damn it! Russian mud is smelly and sour! It got in my mouth!"
"Can you complain later? The Russian tanks are coming! Do something quickly!"
"What to do? Are you crazy? Those are heavy tanks. Do you think this iron pipe can penetrate Ivan's armor?"
"Then we can't just sit there like this, it's too bad!"
While cursing and arguing in his mouth, his hands did not move at all. The mg34 general machine gun that put the bullet into the barrel immediately erupted into a storm of rapid barrages.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-dang——
The bright green tracer machine gun barrage that hit his face instantly rattled Malashenko's precious car. This time, in order to pursue the rapid surprise attack, Malashenko did not bring any external infantry, so naturally he could go without any infantry.
Fearlessly, they continued to charge forward at full speed, ignoring the useless and futile actions of the German army.