Chapter 1072: A Turn to Offensive

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"Comrade commander! The Germans are firing at us, they are coming! I can't see anything, there are bullets everywhere!"

The thick smoke did cover the huge body of the Stalin heavy tank, allowing it to avoid the deadly German air raid.

But at the same time, the equal price was that the Stalin tanks in the smoke had lost all vision. In a panic, Iushkin even thought that the German tanks rushed up and fired at him from all directions. Fortunately, Malashenko, as the commander, was not so panicked.

"Calm down, Ivushkin! That's a German plane, it's the sound of the machine gun armor-piercing shells hitting the armor! We're not going to die yet! They're just shooting randomly and can't see the target clearly!"

Malachenko admitted that the German air force was full of monsters and had a lot of weird things, but no matter how many monsters and weird things there were, they were not enough for a pilot with good eyesight to see through the smoke barrier and shoot himself accurately at the top of his car.

If that were the case, Malachenko said he would definitely admit that he was unlucky. You really can't help but admit that you won five million by picking up two dollars on the street and buying lottery tickets.

Fortunately, the German air force is far from being so awesome, whether in terms of strength or luck.

I only know that the side armor of my car was hit by the air strikes, but I don't know where the air strikes came from, nor do I know how many German planes are still above my head.

Malashenko knew that he had to choose between risking his life to rush out to support, or to stay in the smoke and hide like a turtle to preserve his strength.

Without the direct anti-armor heavy firepower support of heavy tanks, Malashenko dared to guarantee that the defense line, which basically only had infantry left, would be ruthlessly crushed by the Germans in less than 20 minutes, and there would be no hope of a comeback.

Survival or destruction, this is a question worth thinking about.

Whether to continue to save life as a turtle or to fight to the death, this is also a question worth thinking about.

Unfortunately, no matter what kind of problem it is, there is not much time left for Malashenko to think and decide.

The smoke outside has drifted into the car. Malashenko, who feels that the vision in front of him is beginning to turn white, has a hideous face and shakes his eyebrows.

Since the Germans must kill me, what's the harm in dragging a few fascist ghosts to take the blame?

Grabbing the radio transmitter at hand, he was ready to fight to the death and rush out to fight the Germans, but what Malashenko never expected was that a familiar voice suddenly sounded at this time.

"Malashenko, what are you still doing in the smoke!? The sky is full of our planes, and the Germans' dog brains have been shot out! Come out and crush the fascists with me. If you don't come, I will take care of these bastards by myself!"

Lavrinenko often disobeyed Malashenko's orders at critical moments, just like the time in Stalingrad, Lavrinenko risked being surrounded by the Germans and led his team back to kill, directly disbanding the German infantry attack group that was exhausted from attacking, with a long line of troops and scattered troops, and rescued Malashenko from the Germans' ass.

The order given to Lavrinenko by Malashenko that time did not let him come back, and this time Malashenko's order was no exception.

In the same way, Lavrinenko still ignored Malashenko's orders. As long as he felt that the war situation was fatal to his good brother, the order from the front headquarters would not stop him from coming to rescue.

The German army, which was about to complete the mission, suddenly felt the ground shaking under their feet. This feeling, which was like a small earthquake, was really indescribable and confusing.

"Russian heavy tanks! Oh my God, there are more than T34!"

More than T34, this is a wonderful way of description that only belongs to the German army, and it is an exaggerated description.

A German soldier can use this description to describe an extremely exaggerated situation with a large number of supplies, such as "We have seized more supplies than T34", "The Russians who charged us are more than T34", "No matter how many T34 there are, there are not as many French surrendered", etc. It depends on the context and the different events described, and it can be applied flexibly, and it cannot be generalized.

But when the two phrases "Russian heavy tanks" and "more than T34" are combined, the meaning of this sentence changes instantly.

The horror is no less than that of Ernst Rohm, who loves breech-loading, suddenly resurrecting, crawling out of the grave, rushing to the SS headquarters and biting Himmler's ass, shocking everyone.

So which is more terrifying, Rohm's resurrection or Himmler's ass being bitten by zombies?

Please, who has the time to think about this? It's more interesting to guess how many treasures Marshal Meyer has taken from the French Louvre, betting on money, betting on big and small, and buying and leaving.

But in short, the scene of a large number of Russian heavy tanks rushing at full speed in the dust can really scare the timid recruits to pee their pants.

The battle in the sky has been an obvious one-sided massacre so far.

The Soviet fighter aviation suffered heavy losses, but the German Air Force, which was on the passive defense and had no energy advantage in low-altitude combat, suffered even greater losses.

The BF109s were falling to the ground like dumplings, catching fire and smoking. Occasionally, there were a few La-5 fighters that had capsized in the gutter.

At the climax of the air battle, there were six burning Soviet and German fighters falling to the ground at the same time in the sky, but at different heights.

This bloody and cruel fight in the dark alleys was coming to an end. The Soviet fighter aviation unit, which had the overall situation in hand, sent more fighters to chase and kill the German attack planes and bombers that were fleeing.

Rudel, who fired a burst of 37mm guns into the smoke according to his own pre-aiming judgment, was also desperately driving his Stuka to dodge and escape. He didn't expect to fight his way out in front of so many fierce Russian fighters. It would be good enough for this extremely clumsy pregnant Seagull to slip away. What else could he expect? What the hell?

The German army on the ground was shrouded in dark clouds and growing despair. Originally, they thought they were unlucky enough. Not only did the last duck fly away, but now they were in big trouble.

But the nightmare of the Germans was obviously not over yet.

With the roar coming from the clouds above the sky again, the German infantry who first looked up at the sky were almost speechless with fear. The large group of Il-2 attack aircraft and Tu-2 bomber aircraft, which were "more than T34" as usual, looked like a fierce posture with the butcher knife sharpened and ready to be slaughtered.

It was extremely unfortunate that in the smoke that had not yet completely dissipated, the group of Russian steel beasts that had just been driven away by the Air Force rushed out again.

The real nightmare has just begun at this moment.