Chapter 1079 Broken Back

The arrogant SS was defeated, and completely defeated, without even a chance of a comeback.

Malashenko got off the tank and glanced at the time on his watch. He had been fighting for a whole morning and it was almost lunchtime. Malashenko, who had not even had time to eat breakfast, felt his stomach growling.

"I don't know what to eat for lunch today. It would be best if I could have some hard dishes. If I don't stuff some meat in, I won't last until the afternoon."

In normal times, it is hard to imagine that Malashenko, who has a precise grasp of the Germans' fighting habits, would say such relaxed words just after a fierce battle.

In the past, the German army would definitely not give up after suffering such a big loss at one time, especially when they were the attacking party. It will be inevitable that the offensive waves will come again soon, and Malashenko will urge the troops to prepare quickly after the war, so as not to be caught off guard when the Germans come again.

But today's situation is a little different from any time in the past.

From 1941 to now, even if we count the bloody Battle of Stalingrad, which was like a "human meat processing factory", Malashenko asked himself that he had rarely seen a battle like today, which broke the backbone of the Germans at once. The large-scale air strikes launched by the two divisions of the Soviet Air Force really shocked Comrade Ma.

At least before this, Malashenko had never received such strong air support from his own side. Those aviation units with limited scale and aircraft quality far inferior to those of the opponents could not even guarantee local air supremacy in the war zone. The corresponding result was that Malashenko was blown up by the Germans in fierce air strikes again and again, and suffered heavy losses.

Malashenko would not dare to think about a wave of air support like today, let alone hope for it.

In other words, it would be a blessing to not be blown to pieces by the Germans, so what else do you want?

Malashenko, walking on the battlefield with charred smoke, began to think.

If I guess correctly, even the Germans themselves may feel that today's air raid was unexpected and extremely uncomfortable. The best evidence to reflect this is the panic of the SS soldiers when facing the air raid.

Malashenko clearly saw through his commander's periscope and the naked eye vision after leaning out of the turret that the SS soldiers who were extremely fierce in the ground attack were really not good enough in the face of air raids.

There were more than one or two SS soldiers running around in panic, and there were very few people who could react in the first time and know where to hide.

What's more bizarre is that Malashenko even saw someone staring around in a daze, looking left and right. It seems that he was hesitant about which direction to escape, and after wasting the best time to escape, he directly lay on the ground with his hands on his head, using the way to deal with surprise artillery bombardment to passively deal with the fierce air raid from the sky. That funny look is not much better than a frightened groundhog.

Are the SS troops attacking the position elite?

Of course, although Malashenko didn't know the unit number of the other side, he could tell from the fighting style and the fierce fighting spirit that even if the opponent today was not the Totenkopf Division yesterday, it must be one of the famous trump cards of the Waffen SS.

Otherwise, it couldn't be the "famous" Waffen SS Holy Sword Division that would fight him, right? As for the Indian SS soldiers captured from the British, it was even more impossible. These Germans were wearing authentic German steel helmets on their heads, and there were no Indian-style turbans wrapped on their foreheads.

The number was the elite number of the SS, and the armored units and various firearms were also quite a lot, all of them were top-notch. When fighting, the fierce and desperate offensive method was no less than that of Private First Class Tojo's army deer.

So what was the matter with this sharp contrast in the ugly appearance when facing the air raid?

Malashenko strolled leisurely on the smoking position, looking at the surrounding scenery and thinking, maybe the Germans were living too damn comfortable and easy, so they forgot when they were last attacked by such a large-scale air raid.

To put it bluntly, it is probably that in their subconscious, they only bomb others, not being bombed by others.

It sounds a bit arrogant and not in line with the identity of the elite of the Waffen SS, but the facts prove that human beings will forget their worries and difficulties after living a comfortable life for a long time, at least in most cases, such as this group of SS fanatics today.

Malashenko didn't know how many Germans were killed in this morning's battle, but according to a rough estimate, the total number of SS infantrymen who fell on the position and were killed in close combat, the SS soldiers who were lying on the ground outside the position or lying on their backs, and the SS soldiers who were wailing and not completely dead, was probably no less than two battalions.

If we count the unfortunate people who disappeared in the air raid, and the bodies that fell outside their field of vision, the casualties suffered by the Germans in just this wave of attacks were simply at the level of breaking bones!

There were even more wreckages of various SS armored vehicles on and outside the positions. The Type 3, Type 4, Panther, and the few Tigers, about six or seven of them, were all burning and emitting black smoke. The total number must be upwards of thirty.

Even a fully-equipped SS elite division could not afford such heavy losses.

If two more battles like this were fought, there would be no need to replenish the losses of the entire division-level Waffen SS. If all the troops were destroyed, they should just rebuild the troops in the rear, if there was really a need.

It was precisely because of this desperate offensive wave that failed and suffered such heavy casualties. Based on this, Malashenko judged that these SS lunatics with broken spines should need some time to rest and regroup their offensive energy, otherwise, even if they organized another wave of offensive hastily, it would be a waste of lives.

Malashenko put himself in the shoes of the SS leader on the opposite side and thought that he would not be so stupid. Whether it was emotional or logical, the climax of today's battle should have passed.

Maybe those crazy guys will launch another attack in the afternoon, but with such a huge loss, it is basically difficult to organize another wave of attack like the one that almost overturned him just now.

Among all the possibilities, there is one thing that is certain. Malashenko knows that he can finally have a comfortable lunch later. Even if he has a few drinks and celebrates the victory with his good brothers, it is not a bad idea.

Malashenko believes that Political Commissar Petrov is giving him this face. After all, the Political Commissar has never been a rigid, pedantic, and ruthless person.