Chapter 1053 The Giant Beast Is Out of the Cage

The second wave of the Skeleton Division's attack was still advancing slowly and methodically. The Red Army soldiers who were holding their positions had already started to fire with their light weapons and the other side. The scene of tracer bullets flying across the battlefield was comparable to the fireworks of the Chinese New Year.

The German tanks responsible for the spearhead of the attack were constantly firing, trying to kill the most troublesome heavy tanks on the position to clear the obstacles for the attack.

For the sake of conservatism, Malashenko did not devote all his offensive forces at once, but only deployed about half of the tanks as anti-armor firepower.

More and more accustomed to looking at and considering the war situation from a strategic perspective of overall coordination, Malashenko, who has always been at the center of the vortex, knows very well what the reserve means to him. A qualified commander must keep the reserve force in his hands until the most critical moment, otherwise he will not even have tears to cry when he really encounters the worst situation.

But even with half of the number of tanks and more than 30 122 heirlooms constantly firing, the pressure on the current German army is undoubtedly very great, even unprecedented.

The soldiers of the Totenkopf Division, who were in the midst of the storm, were struggling like a small boat in the sea. However, the 122mm gun was too powerful. Every time it fired, a German tank would be blown to pieces.

The infantrymen of the Totenkopf Division, who followed the tanks and attacked, suffered heavy casualties. Every time a tank exploded unexpectedly, the infantrymen within a radius of 20 to 30 meters would be knocked to the ground. The flying armor fragments would pierce the ground, and the huge road wheels would even smash their heads and kill them on the spot.

Gradually, realizing that it was no longer safe to follow the tanks, the soldiers of the Totenkopf Division began to retreat, trying to keep a safe distance from the tanks at a longer distance, while not being killed by the direct fire of the Russians in front.

But as a kind of technical weapon, the tank itself is so small. Once the distance is widened, the front projection that can protect the German infantry in the rear will continue to shrink and the transformation is quite limited.

The Red Army soldiers on the front line of defense are not a company or a battalion, but a complete Guards Infantry Division placed in this critical position with the greatest pressure. Counting the emergency assistance from Malashenko, now there are more than 60 new "Stalin" heavy tanks that have been divided into two groups, and a fully equipped reinforced Guards Infantry Battalion.

Such a degree of force deployment ensures that all kinds of light and heavy firepower can be fired from all directions and different angles, accurately hitting the faces of these SS soldiers, without any error.

The rather aggrieved infantrymen of the Skull Division now feel like rats in a bellows: being bullied from both ends.

If you are close to the tank and follow behind it, you can be completely immune to the Russians' light weapons and direct bullets, and you don't have to worry about being suddenly shot in the head and killed on the spot by a bullet flying from nowhere.

But as mentioned earlier, following behind the tank is not absolutely safe, and it can even be understood as a considerable degree of danger.

If you are hit by a bullet, you may survive, but if you are caught in the killing radius of a tank explosion, it is estimated that it will be difficult for this unlucky person to leave a complete body. The incomplete SS corpses lying on the ground on the battlefield are the best proof.

Fearing being affected by the tank explosion, if you are too far away from the tank, you will be shot down by oblique bullets and shot into a sieve by machine guns.

What's more fatal is that the Red Army soldiers who noticed the unlucky situation of their opponents also carried forward the spirit of hitting the dog when it is down and adding insult to injury. They brought out the few remaining mortars of different calibers, and even the German mortars captured from Stalingrad earlier, and combined them with the mortar firepower carried by the infantry battalion under the First Heavy Tank Brigade of Stalin's Guards to form an array.

After finding a good cover, they aimed at the German infantry that had entered the range. The accuracy, which was a little poor at the beginning, became more and more accurate after a few rounds of trial shooting. The SS infantry, who were unable to advance or retreat, were now even more precarious.

The tanks in front were hammered into geoducks by the father's power, and the infantry following behind were beaten into shrimps.

Malashenko, who had a full view of everything, couldn't help but smile again. As long as the equipment was in place, these Germans were not a problem at all. No matter what kind of skeleton division or SS elite you are, I'm going to fight you, the fascist fanatic elite.

"Keep firing armor-piercing shells, Kirill! Iushkin, aim at the remaining Panthers and kill them all!"

"You have the final say, comrade commander."

Just as Malashenko gave the order and Iushkin's reply was still in progress, a familiar voice suddenly struck again, with a shrill scream, accurately hitting the armor plate of Malashenko's car, and the loud noise immediately echoed in the car.

Ding bang——

"Hit again, comrade commander! Do you see which direction it is coming from?"

Malashenko, holding the commander's periscope, quickly determined the direction of the enemy's armor-piercing shells based on the direction of the initial sound source of the impact point through the straight line of the ballistic trajectory.

But whether it was Malashenko or Iushkin, they forgot a very important thing in the hasty battle.

The shot that Iushkin had just missed and almost hit the target was all due to a sudden armor-piercing shell, but Malashenko and his crew members did not take it too seriously, subconsciously thinking that this was another useless attempt by an unwilling Black Panther.

This time, Malashenko finally realized how outrageous his subconscious judgment was wrong through the most realistic scene in the commander's periscope in front of him.

The main scenery of Kursk is the endless grassland, but the grassland does not mean that all terrain will be flat and unobstructed.

Behind the small earthen slope covered with green grass and low shrubs in the distance, a huge steel monster with the size of a battleship among tanks drove its heavy body weighing 65 tons to flatten the green grass and knock down the shrubs, and the slender main gun with a trace of green smoke still on the muzzle suddenly appeared in front of him.

Malashenko opened his mouth with his eyes wide open but before he could shout, a puff of black smoke rose from the exhaust behind the first steel behemoth.

Several other steel behemoths with the same shape immediately crossed the dirt slope and slowly climbed to the high point, with the black muzzles pointing in a direction that was almost in line with Malashenko's eyes.