"Inform all the remaining combat troops to speed up crossing the bridge. Put all trucks and supplies aside first, and let the tanks cross the bridge first! All the tanks that have already crossed the bridge don't worry about their organization. They are all assembled and mixed together.
A troop. After the troops are assembled, they will immediately head towards Karachi town for support. Comrade Brigade Commander and the others are likely to run into big trouble, so hurry up!"
Political Commissar Petrov spoke out the order in a rapid-fire barrage of words. The communications staff member who was standing aside nodded his head and quickly recorded the order like a chicken pecking at rice. He then rushed away to convey the order in a hurry.
The figure seemed to be chased by a tiger behind its butt.
After rolling up his sleeves, the hour hand at a glance was already pointing to half past five o'clock. Political Commissar Petrov, who was really unsure whether what he had done was still too late, could grit his teeth and pray silently in his heart.
"Hold on, Malashenko, no matter what you encounter, you must hold on."
Under the howling black night, on the other side was a spectacular sight of artillery fire flying across the sky.
Shifting gears and slowing down the infantrymen hanging outside the tank without stopping, the commander's periscope could only see various blazing lights on the German position as Malashenko gave orders.
"Fire freely! Aim at all the shiny things on the position and knock down the Germans first!"
Perhaps thanks to the tip-off from the defeated friendly troops, the German defensive positions deployed in the outskirts of Karachi town resisted fire even more fiercely than Malashenko expected.
All kinds of light and heavy automatic firepower crackled continuously together with the anti-tank guns on the position. The scene of numerous gun muzzles and muzzle fires and flames was simply more lively than the New Year's Eve firecrackers in heaven and earth.
Not long after the fierce exchange of fire sounded, several bright and dazzling flares suddenly rose from the German position, and the dazzling and cold white light instantly filled the ground.
The attacking troops immediately revealed their true colors.
"Use the enemy's flares! Organize a charge formation and attack them immediately, quickly!"
Malashenko, who had become the overlord now, had no intention of retreating. The Germans fired several rounds of illumination flares into the air in order to detect the enemy's situation. In Malashenko's view, it was actually beneficial to his own side, so he could only
It just speeds up the death time of these Germans.
The everlasting truth that a double-edged sword hurts others and hurts oneself is a flare that reveals all the hidden things under the dark night, and at the same time makes the German army's own position reveal its original shape.
Malashenko, who had been holding the commander's periscope tightly in front of him, could clearly see that the actual number of troops deployed on the German position was actually not that many.
At a glance, we can only see a total of about one battalion of German garrison troops entrenched in the position. Anti-tank gun emplacements and machine gun bunkers are also sparsely arranged. Some machine gun bunkers and gun emplacements are even empty, with nothing in sight.
, a situation like this is simply the best news for Malashenko.
Roaring and roaring, the large group of IS1 heavy tanks with full firepower along the way regarded the German firepower as nothing. All kinds of armor-piercing shells and bullets fired in the dark left a burst of sparks and then bounced straight away. The rough-skinned IS1 heavy tanks
Like a large group of roaring and monstrous Godzillas, they ruthlessly tore apart the last psychological defense line in the hearts of the German soldiers as they approached at extremely high speeds.
Malashenko originally thought that no matter how hard the German troops on the opposite side fought, they would at least be able to resist their own tanks until they rushed into the position before completely collapsing and escaping, or seeing that there was no hope of escape, they would throw away their weapons and surrender. First, domain name
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After all, this was the case in most previous battles, but only this time, Malashenko overestimated the strength of the German army, which was composed of supplementary troops and local garrison troops.
"Retreat! Retreat quickly! Go to the reserve defense line to reorganize your defenses. Russian tanks are coming!"
The distance was only about 300 meters at most. Malashenko, who witnessed the German troops on the position beginning to collapse in advance, was quite unexpected.
Such a weak will to resist even made Malashenko mistakenly think that the guys on the opposite position were those Romanian ghosts.
"Damn it! These Germans run really fast. What kind of strategy is this?"
Even Iushkin's angry complaints could not stop the German soldiers from running away in retreat.
The German troops who abandoned their positions and retreated were not purely focused on escaping. They alternately covered the retreating German troops and eventually left behind some anti-tank guns to delay the opponent's pursuit, in order to gain valuable ground for the successful retreat of the large forces.
time.
Although this did not cause any substantial losses to Malashenko and his party, it still took some time to destroy the anti-tank guns and machine gun positions with the tails of these geckos.
These German anti-tank artillerymen, who knew that they had been abandoned, resisted with such ferocity that it was somewhat beyond Malashenko's real-time predictions.
After repeated back and forth, when Malashenko led the troops to completely occupy the German defensive position on the outskirts of Karachi town, cleared all resistance on the position, and wiped out all the remaining soldiers, the distant horizon had actually been projected.
The first bright ray of sunlight rises.
"Damn you! Damn it! It's dawn when you're beating me!"
Malashenko, who originally thought he still had a lot of night time to use, completely failed to notice how quickly time passed towards the morning sun.
The smoking position was strewn with the corpses of German soldiers. Of course, there were also some Red Army soldiers who rushed to seize the position and were killed in hand-to-hand combat.
The remaining heat of the war melted the snow on the position along with the rising smoke.
Malashenko, who secretly thought in his heart that since it was dawn, would stop here and let the troops take a breather, issued the order. A huge gunshot suddenly sounded from the direction of the retreat of the German army, and everyone was unexpectedly torn apart.
The tranquility of the early morning has just arrived.
call out--
boom--
Ding-ding——
An is1 heavy tank not far away from Malashenko, which had just been pushed off the turret roof, was like a toy car that had been smashed by a naughty child with a hammer. It was killed on the spot by the strong ammunition explosion.
The flames and fire tore into pieces, and the round turtle shell-shaped turret jumped into the air and flew a full seven or eight meters high before falling heavily.
Malashenko, who witnessed the moment of destruction in the dazzling firelight, turned his head almost unconsciously in the direction of the sound of the gunfire in his memory.
A square shoebox tank that had finally broken free from the shackles of nightmare and prison was announcing to Malashenko the birth of a new king with smoke curling from its muzzle.