Chapter 1116 Bloody Battlefield (Part 1)

"Lavri! Take a few vehicles to support the 9th Guards Airborne Division, quick! Leave this to me!"

Although Malashenko himself did not want to issue such an order, with such great pressure on the front defense, withdrawing troops to support the flank position would inevitably make the situation worse.

But there is no other way now. What Malashenko has in front of him is to watch the flank position being penetrated by the Germans and do nothing. Or send support and then bear greater pressure and more dangerous situations on the front line.

The former can be said to be a choice of certain death and a complete loss.

The principle of a thousand-mile embankment being destroyed by an ant hole is easy to understand. The relationship between the flank position and the front position is equivalent to the lips and teeth.

If the Germans on the flank position are allowed to act recklessly and ignore it, Malashenko will face the expected situation of being attacked from both sides, and he will face it soon.

In the case of inferior forces, if Malashenko divides his troops again, he may face the final result of being unable to defend both the front and the flank at the same time.

But there is no other way now. There may be a chance to divide the troops to assist in defending the flank positions. If they do not divide the troops and ignore it, they will surely die. Malashenko can give such an order, which is a helpless move when there is no other way.

Lavrinenko, who received Malashenko's order, immediately took action. A company belonging to the Second Tank Battalion brought three SU152 self-propelled howitzers and rushed directly to the gap in the position that could be broken by the SS at any time. A fierce and intense close armored fight was inevitable.

When Lavrinenko left with a company of heavy tanks, the deterioration of the situation immediately appeared in front of Malashenko.

The frontal SS attacking forces, whose eyes were not blind, clearly saw the heavy tanks heading for flank support.

Just like the principle of taking advantage of your weakness, the SS soldiers who saw that the Russian enemy in front of them was about to collapse were like chicken blood. The SS infantrymen who were originally crawling on the ground and suppressed by firepower began to move forward again, and the No. 4 and the Black Panther, whose heads were beaten all over the ground, were also ready to move forward again.

What's worse, Malashenko even saw from his tank commander's periscope that the tigers who were originally behind the SS offensive column and responsible for long-range fire support had now climbed over the mound and started to rush to the position with a large group of infantrymen whose exact number was unknown.

"Damn it, these bastards are going to get serious!"

Having fought with the Guards Flag Division many times and knowing the opponent's routines, Malashenko made an instant judgment based on past experience and battle examples. The Guards Flag Division, which directly put long-range support firepower into the battle, is definitely planning to risk their lives and make a final sprint. The last time, the scrap iron south joined the battle at the last moment, it was a similar situation.

He has been using the inter-vehicle radio to keep in touch with the surrounding crews. At the moment, Malashenko is very clear in his mind that there are not many tanks left around him. After Lavrinenko took his men away, there were only less than 20 tanks left on the front position. At first glance, it seems that there are many, but the actual situation is far from optimistic.

If this group of SS fanatics really intend to risk their lives, Malashenko, who has seen how crazy the opponent is, is really not sure that he can resist. If the Wehrmacht's attack is described as a hurricane, then this group of SS who are brave and fierce in fighting and even more desperate are super tornadoes. It is definitely not an easy task to stop this group of lunatics.

"Keep firing, use all the armor-piercing shells, and destroy all the German tanks that can move! Don't give up, comrades, we're going to fight these fascist bastards! Hurrah!"

The shouts that usually boost morale seem a bit tragic at this moment.

If a reconnaissance plane could fly over the battlefield at this moment, you can see at a glance that the battlefield below has almost become one-sided.

The black iron flow of the attacking side is like a tidal wave, and the defending side, like duckweed, is rushing forward even if it uses all its firepower and special skills.

The German tanks are advancing, the SS armored grenadiers are shouting, and the dark black iron flow is sweeping in with an unstoppable force.

Kirill, who doesn't know how many shells he has loaded, holds the propellant cartridge that he just carried into the turret and breathes heavily.

The high-intensity physical labor made Kirill, who already had an old injury on his lungs, feel that he was about to suffocate. No matter how hard he tried to breathe, he could only get such a tiny amount of oxygen. His two cheeks were as red as ripe apples, even redder.

But Kirill, who knew what he should do now, did not give up. He just held the propellant in front of him with both hands and took a short breath for four or five seconds.

After he was sure that he felt a little better, he exerted force with both arms again and clenched his teeth. He raised the propellant, which was almost unbearable, and put it on the breech block. He pushed forward with his right hand and sent it into the breech block in an instant. The familiar shout was almost played at the same time as the sound of the breech block closing.

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

"Go to hell, Nazuri!"

Boom——

The huge muzzle blast, wrapped in an astonishing flame, shook the grassland under the recoil brake. The IS6 heavy tank with a combat weight of more than 50 tons trembled under the huge recoil. The 122mm full-caliber wind cap armor-piercing projectile instantly rushed out of the muzzle with a dull and sharp whistling sound, heading straight for the target.

A Panther tank that had almost rolled the guide wheel and track to the edge of the position was hit by Iushkin's shot at the front armor of the vehicle body at this ultra-close distance without even requiring precise aiming.

The double blessing of the vehicle body's front inclination angle and the terrain inclination angle still could not stop the 122 heirloom with a caliber that was so large that it was forced to roll and turn.

The armor-piercing projectile without a miracle ricochet tore through the rolled homogeneous steel armor defense and directly penetrated the vehicle body from the center point of the front projection area.

In that moment when time almost stopped, the driver, with eyes wide open and concentrating, and the mechanic in the co-pilot seat who was turning around to report the situation to the driver, had no chance to react to the impending death.

The projectile under the action of the armor-piercing delayed fuze instantly detonated in the center of the vehicle body, igniting the charge. The black panther head under the action of the German killing aerospace, under the impact of the strong ammunition explosion, once again rose vertically and shot outward without any accident.

The real cruel fight is far from over

It is better to say that after this powerful and powerful ammunition explosion, everything has really just begun.