The full throttle crushed the German artillery crew that was hiding in the wooden house and kept firing into pieces of iron. The armor plate under the front of the car was covered with big lumps of flesh and blood. Malashenko's car looked like
It was a ferocious beast that had just eaten a living person. The roaring diesel engine then drove the steel body with a combat weight of nearly fifty tons, smashed open the front door of the house in front of it, and pierced through.
The No. 177 IS1 prototype tank with traces of flesh and blood still hanging on the track pads greatly shocked the surrounding German soldiers. It is not difficult to imagine what terrible human tragedy just happened in that wooden house that had been knocked apart.
The half arm next to the white armored number 177 on the front of the vehicle is simply scarier than a living ghost crawling onto the earth.
"Tank! Ivan's heavy tank is coming!"
"Shut up! Stop shouting! Open fire and kill him!"
"Armor-piercing bullets! Load me armor-piercing bullets quickly!"
The German soldiers who were screaming in panic were like headless flies. People who have never experienced the feeling of being ridden in the face by a heavy tank have no idea how terrifying and desperate it is.
Especially when you are an infantryman, this fear will be infinitely magnified exponentially.
In a panic, I picked up a Type 40 tungsten core armor-piercing bullet in a wooden box and stuffed it into the gun breech. However, there was less than half the width of the dirt road left, which did not leave much chance for the German soldiers.
Just as the armor-piercing projectile was inserted into the gun barrel, the crisp sound of closing the breech, followed by the violent roar of the diesel engine suddenly struck. The German anti-tank gun crew, who was extremely surprised, widened their eyes in despair, broke through the wooden wall and rushed in.
The Malashenko car in the room was like a crazed bull, repeating the scene just now.
"ah!!!"
The shrill scream, which was even worse than that of a slaughtered pig, only lasted for a blink of an eye and was suddenly overshadowed by the roar of the engine. In desperation, the German anti-tank gun crew just reacted and wanted to escape, but it was already too late. The five
In addition to adding a few more inches of rotten flesh hanging on the track pads of Malashenko's vehicle, only the large splatters of blood made the armor plates above and below the entire vehicle even brighter and brighter.
.
Once again, a pot of Degun brand sizzling meat was served on the table. The tank, which weighed nearly fifty tons, continued to run over the broken anti-tank gun and the bloody and rotten meat on the ground. The accelerator continued from the house.
Malashenko, who crashed through the back door, immediately gave orders to the crew beside him.
"Kirill, high-explosive bombs! Iushkin, the house at ten o'clock on the left, fire at it!"
The cunning Germans took advantage of all available bunkers and hid the fragile and vulnerable anti-tank guns in wooden houses to find a trace of cover and conceal the huge gun body.
But how could a fragile wooden structure house withstand an 85mm full-caliber high-explosive grenade? As the loader Kirill took off his hand, he closed the breech and stepped on the launch pedal under his feet, blasting the entire wooden house with one shot.
The whole thing was shattered into pieces, and sawdust was flying. Iushkin looked very proud.
"Oh, damn it! This is what will happen to you when you set foot on my motherland!"
In less than a minute, three German anti-tank guns were eliminated one after another. Malashenko, who successfully relieved his subordinates from the encirclement, soon received strong reinforcements.
Several prototype tanks belonging to the regiment moved forward at full speed, knocking aside the abandoned tank that was paralyzed in the middle of the road.
The several heavy tanks that had re-opened the attack channel were so powerful that they were unstoppable. The few remaining 37 stepping stones and 50 small water pipes plus the last 75 anti-tank gun could not stop these steel behemoths at all, not to mention the crossfire.
It becomes even more difficult after the defensive advantage of blocking the entire main road in the village is broken.
The armor-piercing bullets that keep hitting the tank armor have no effect at all. 37 stepping stones and 50 small water pipes are just like scratching an itch for these elites whose lowest grade is the KV1 improved prototype tank.
any difference.
As for the only remaining 75mm Pak40 anti-tank gun, it is even more miserable. The scene of three 85mm D-5T tank guns aiming and firing salvos at the same time is not even a concrete bunker. The entire wooden bunker is used as a bunker.
In an instant, the hut was blasted into the air, throwing up a pile of sawdust and dirt.
During the short period of time when Malashenko commanded troops to raid the main road in the village, the German armored troops in the village, which Malashenko led with two tanks like bulls rushing into a glass shop, suffered heavy losses.
Finally, they gathered together and barely entered a fighting state.
But what is slightly surprising is that the Wehrmacht colonel in charge of commanding this German armored force did not order the troops to immediately rush to the anti-tank gun in the village that was being massacred by Malashenko.
It is unclear how many Soviet heavy tanks broke into the village. For the sake of safety, the German armored colonel finally issued a tragic order that would lead to catastrophe.
"Gather the troops, rush out from behind the village and prepare battle formations outside the village! Take action!"
According to the idea of the German armored colonel, it would be more conducive to our own side to withdraw from the back road at the end of the village and then set up a standard battle formation outside the village. Otherwise, there would be more than thirty tanks left to complete the deployment in the village.
It's simply impossible.
When the quality of the tanks is not as good as that of the rival Soviet army, the refueling tactic of sending one tank after another on narrow roads and complex terrain is an order that only a fool would give. The German armored colonel relied on his rich previous combat experience
and intuitive judgment, and issued the order that I thought was the most correct.
In principle, the German armored colonel had no problem with either his tactical conception or the issuance of actual orders. Only by truly withdrawing from the village can he form a possible advantage over these unknown number of Soviet heavy tank troops, and
This was used to turn defeat into victory.
But as the saying goes, ideals are full and reality is skinny.
He had already expected that the Germans would withdraw from the village and regroup their troops in order to square off with him for a face-to-face fight. Malashenko, who never paid attention to bullshit chivalry, would not care whether his tactics were an attempt to cause harm.
Move, as long as you can suffocate these German guys to death in a burning steel coffin, that's a good move!
He was not chased by any Soviet heavy tanks or intercepted halfway along the way. The German armored major who commanded the long steel column to the end of the village felt a little uneasy in his heart. What was happening now was really too weird!
It's so weird that it almost makes people shudder, but I can't explain why.