Chapter 1108 Dirty Conspiracy

Despair and hope always go hand in hand. There will be shadows under the lights, and above the shadows there will be light.

For Malashenko, it was like the air raids of the German Air Force were fierce and destructive, but they came and went quickly. The German bombers and attack planes, which consumed their ammunition very quickly, left immediately after less than fifteen minutes of continuous air raids, leaving behind only a mess like a locust crossing.

Malashenko, who felt as if his bones had been pulled out and his flesh had been blown soft, forced his body, which seemed to be as soft as flowing water and seemed to have lost some strength, to stand up, crossed the trench in front of him and came to the surface. What appeared before him was a bombing site like the surface of the moon left by the German Air Force.

Huge craters created by heavy aerial bombs were scattered all over the battlefield. The largest craters were estimated to be able to support at least a few dozen fish, and the smallest ones were enough to hide half a squad of soldiers and use them as foxholes.

There were many bodies of Red Army soldiers within the field of vision, and there were also a large number of Stalin heavy tank wrecks lying in a mess on the battlefield.

But compared to these, the more ironic thing was that the German air raid destroyed almost all the bodies of German soldiers. The remains of the SS soldiers who had already died did not know how to hide. Under the fierce air raid, they could only lie in place, allowing the flames and shocks to manipulate them at will, dismember and tear them apart.

The flames and the terrifying shock waves tore the gradually cold flesh apart, throwing large pieces of flesh, blood, bones, muscles and organs into the air, and then falling heavily, coming to the last "processing procedure".

After all this was over, it was almost impossible to find a complete SS soldier's body on the ground.

The dead on the battlefield had not yet been collected and buried by the enemy, but in the end, their own planes that followed closely had blown their bodies into pieces.

Although the ending was a bit ironic, it was the fact.

Similar to this, there were also the armored monster wreckage left by the destroyed German tanks on the battlefield. In the wave of air strikes that had just arrived, they also could not escape the cruel fate of being destroyed again.

Not only had the turrets been blown away by the huge charge of the 122 gun projectile warhead, but the heavy aerial bombs that fell straight down also blew away the blazing chassis of these headless leopards, and completely blew the blackened turrets upside down on the ground into pieces. The crematorium that was already unlucky enough was directly restored to its spare parts by the 1-ton bomb.

Although these were dead bodies, there were also steel bodies that had no life to begin with.

But no matter what, such a result is still too ironic. Even Malashenko couldn't help but frown when he saw it.

"Damn it, these damn Germans even blew up their own bodies. How cruel!"

Although he cursed, Malashenko was thinking about something more valuable at the same time.

The German Air Force's formation during the bombing just now did not seem to have the slightest fear of accidentally hurting friendly forces. They did not say any hello when they met and directly attacked the targets on the ground. It was clear that they knew that the ground was full of enemies.

You have to know that it was less than 20 minutes since they took over the position, no matter how smooth the German communication and how convenient the contact was.

But considering that the German pilots received the mission at the airport, arranged the tactical plan, took off and waited for the formation to form before going to bomb, and finally flew to the attack position, this process would take at least 40 minutes to an hour.

As for the huge scale of the fleet just now, Malashenko still calculated it for the Germans based on the situation where the front-line field airport was the closest and the attendance efficiency was the best.

Then the question is, it was less than 20 minutes after I defeated the Germans. According to the time, when I was fighting fiercely with the Germans, these German fighter planes had already taken off from the airport and were on their way. The mission they received at this time, which could not be updated in the air, was to indiscriminately attack the ground targets on the position.

In this era where communication means are so backward that there is no talk of real-time linkage between air and ground, information exchange, and coordinated attacks, such speculation and analysis are the only inevitable result.

In other words, the purpose of the Germans calling for this wave of air strikes was not to support the defense of the position, but to put their own side in this position, this trap pocket, to create a deceptive illusion of winning, and to launch a powerful air strike when the dense forces concentrated at one point had just occupied the position and were most relaxed, thereby causing a large number of casualties to fall on their heads.

"Fuck you, routine! It's all a routine!"

Malachenko felt a chill on his spine as he thought about it, recalling all the known details, from the Guards Flag Division receiving a large amount of tank support but still pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, playing defensive battles and pretending to be a grandson, to this sudden and fierce air strike that was obviously a tactical deception.

Malachenko could almost be sure that if the Germans in Prokhorovka hadn't made any major moves, he would have no problem eating a fat man on the spot, and he dared to make this bet with a pat on his chest! It would be really strange if such a disgusting and dirty conspiracy routine hadn't been put into action!

As if to prove Malachenko's firm judgment, Political Commissar Petrov, who always sent Malachenko the first-hand telegram at critical moments, appeared again.

"Reported! The front headquarters has replied to us, Malashenko! The situation is very bad, you have to check it out immediately!"

Seeing Political Commissar Petrov running over with an anxious look on his face, Malashenko, who could almost foresee what was on the telegram, took the telegram and started reading it without saying a word.

"Sure enough, it's true! Everything is so wrong, I should have expected it! This bunch of German bastards!"

The nightmare news brought by the telegram is indeed very close to Malashenko's guess, and the reason why it is very close, not completely consistent, is that the real situation is a bit worse than Malashenko expected.

Not only the 1st Heavy Tank Brigade of Stalin's Guards and the 9th Airborne Division of the Guards, but also the entire Soviet troops in the Prokhorovka theater who were besieging the Imperial Division and the Skull Division and attacking the junction of the three SS divisions, almost all suffered fierce retaliation at the same time as Malashenko was attacked by air.

The SS, which had been hiding in a defensive state like a grandson, suddenly exploded. The German armored forces, which were much more than expected and had been hiding somewhere before, came out in full force, along with the fierce and fanatical Waffen-SS armored grenadiers, and rushed out under the cover of air force fighters, once again using the traditional art of the German army: attack against attack.

Disrupted by this three-dimensional surprise attack and counterattack, the Soviet troops in the Prokhorovka theater were almost in a state of emergency and in danger.

Vatutin gave Malashenko only one order in the telegram: retreat immediately, retreat to a safe area to reorganize the defense, and retreat as fast as possible.

The Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade, which was located in the center and was responsible for attacking the main force of the Guards Flag Division, was now facing the danger of the collapse of friendly forces on both wings at any time.

Once this happens, even a fool knows what the SS Division and the Imperial Division that are encircling from both wings are going to do next, plus the Guards Division that is still entrenched in the front and has not even been seriously damaged.

In the worst case scenario that can be expected, Stalin's 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade and the 9th Guards Airborne Division will be surrounded by the three most elite division-level units of the entire Waffen SS.

Moreover, this does not include the follow-up troops that the German army may continue to reinforce Prokhorovka. God knows whether Hoth or even Manstein will continue to add more chips and continue to gamble in order to achieve a greater victory and further expand the results of the war when the situation is so good.

A miniature but high-intensity encirclement of Kiev, eating up all the remaining Soviet troops in Prokhorovka in one breath, this is the perfect chess game that Paul Hausser has set for himself. Although it is extremely bold, it is increasingly close to success.