Chapter 1061: Belly of the Giant Beast (Part 2)

Unlike the cockpit roof at the front of the vehicle, the roof and chrysanthemum escape hatch of the fighting compartment at the rear of the vehicle are completely open. The four SS armored soldiers who had fought here did try to escape.

The only problem in front of them is that the final result of the escape is obviously not good. Karamov, who was holding the escape hatch with his hands, could even clearly distinguish the traces of the grenade exploding in the car.

"There are only three Germans in one, two, and three, but the prisoners said this is a four-person fighting compartment. It seems that we let at least one escape, comrade battalion commander."

The soldier who also stretched his head over looked at the interior of the car and spoke. The three SS armored vehicle crews were scattered in three different positions, with different postures, either lying, lying, or leaning, but none of them was still breathing. Obviously, they had died suddenly in the place where they had fought for a long time.

The reason for all this was the limited counterattack ordered by Malashenko to drive the Germans out of the position.

Malashenko, who had taken the lead in getting rid of the thorn in the eyes of the scrap iron man, completely got rid of the heaviest burden on his shoulders, but the German army, supported by the Tiger and Panther, still did not think that they would definitely lose, and still refused to withdraw and continued to stay in the position.

If you don't want to leave, then fine, I'll send you away.

Malashenko, who was determined to do it, directly picked up the radio transmitter at hand and ordered a counterattack. The mighty Stalin heavy tank group knocked over the wreckage of the German tanks, ran over the bodies of the SS soldiers who died on the ground, turned the black muzzles towards the nearby targets and began to shoot.

The majestic tiger was instantly beaten into a Garfield cat by the power of the kind father, and the black panther, which was already naked in front of the 122 heirloom, was even more unlucky. One by one, a group of them were sent away without hesitation.

The SS Division, gritting its teeth, was indeed one of the top trump cards of the Waffen-SS. At the last moment of its imminent defeat, it was still fighting desperately with its opponent like crazy.

The tigers were posing at the maximum defensive angle and were madly attacking, while the panthers were running at full speed, using their strong mobility to try to bypass the turret rotation speed of Stalin's heavy tanks and attack at close range.

But even if the troops of the SS Division tried their best, even the infantry who had already rushed to the position were trying to blow up the steel behemoths of the Russians with cluster grenades.

But in the face of absolute frontal strength suppression, the final result of the battle would not be transferred by human subjective will, and failure still hit the head of the SS Division irreversibly like a sledgehammer.

The SS Division, which was constantly bombed by tigers and leopards, finally couldn't hold on. After fighting with Malashenko's troops who launched a counterattack with all their strength for less than ten minutes, they retreated like a tide, leaving behind a small position that had been occupied and being chased out like a stray dog.

Malashenko decided to go all out, since it was almost sunset and he was not afraid of losing this time.

The Stalin heavy tank group that had driven the Germans out of the position decided to go all out, and continued to charge forward and beat up the defeated SS Division.

The attacking troops of the SS Division, which had wanted to withdraw quickly, had to leave a small group of troops behind to sacrifice like a gecko cutting off its tail.

The swarming Stalin heavy tank group and the charging Red Army soldiers took less than eight minutes to completely crush the SS Division's rear guard, which was less than a battalion.

In front of the SS Division, which still had strength, Malashenko personally led his men to eat up the abandoned SS at a distance of less than 500 meters in front of their own position. This obvious and serious insulting behavior can be said to have slapped the faces of the SS elite.

It was also because this wave of unexpected counterattacks came too fast, so fast that the elephants that were bombarded by the 152 cults, paralyzed on the spot, and on fire were surrounded by the Red Army soldiers who shouted Ura before they had time to abandon the car and escape.

"Grenade! Throw grenades in! No mercy for these bastards! Kill them all!"

The tragic scene of the heavy tanks of the own side being destroyed one by one was seen and remembered by Major Valosha who led the team.

Major Valosha, who hated these strange-shaped large iron boxes, almost roared and gave orders to the personal guards who protected him. He must make this group of fanatical Nazi party members pay the price they deserved.

The free grenades flew out like rain. Although the accuracy was different, there would definitely be grenades that could fly into the car through the escape hatch.

The scrap iron men's crew, who were a little faster, were lucky enough to retreat with the main force, but most of the rest were directly pressed to death in the car, and no one could come out alive. The grenades thrown into the car and exploded in the confined space took their lives in just a moment.

Karamov, who was holding the edge of the escape hatch, did not go to the front line in person. He learned about the fierce battle in the front through binoculars and other people's descriptions.

But just from the twisted bodies of the SS armored soldiers in the fighting room in front of him, Karamov estimated that the battle descriptions in the rumors were probably true and basically close to the truth.

"No ammunition exploded? Ha, what strange things did these Germans use their luck for?"

Karamov didn't know how many grenades were thrown into the fighting room at that time, but in short, there was indeed no ammunition explosion.

The temperature inside the car had already dropped to the same level as the night outside, as cold as the armor plate. There were a few remaining 88mm shells in the ammunition rack hanging on the armored bulkhead.

Although the fragments of the grenade left shocking scratches on the outer wall of the shell, and even some black marks of burning.

But this cold scrap car had indeed never had any ammunition explosion. The bodies of several SS armored soldiers who died in the fighting room were basically well preserved. Karamov, who had entered the fighting room, had even begun to search for valuables.

"Medals, medals, and more medals. How many medals does this SS bastard have? It's useless."

"Watch? Damn, it's been blown up."

"This one is not bad. There are three packs of cigarettes in the pocket. Hmm, they are not the ones that smell like horse manure."

Karamov, who did not forget to do his job while searching, looked at the interior and equipment of the battle room. Unfortunately, because of the explosion of the grenades thrown into the car, almost all the optical sights and fragile mechanical equipment that Karamov could find were intact.

Only the breech block of the long 88 main gun, which is larger and can accommodate longer new shells, looks relatively intact and has not been damaged. After all, this is the strongest and heaviest thing in the entire battle room. It is a bit unrealistic for a grenade to blow up such thick gun steel.

"It looks okay. It can probably be used for shooting tests in the future. Even if this thing is dismantled and transported separately, it will be a gain."