Chapter 1148 Diehard Madman

Kurbarov followed Lavrinenko's order and left. Four IS2 heavy tanks and about half of the soldiers, plus Kurbarov's own command vehicle, quickly approached the direction of the SS support troops outside the village.

As Kurbarov led his men away, Lavrinenko immediately felt the extremely real pressure increase.

The SS soldiers in the village, who were not blind, seemed to be injected with chicken blood. It was estimated that after contacting the friendly forces outside the village to support them by radio, the morale of the whole battle and the intensity of resistance were instantly increased.

Having taken down several dilapidated houses along the entrance of the village, Lavrinenko thought that these SS bastards would surrender because of their shattered hopes, or they would fight and retreat with the hope of escaping, trying to escape by taking advantage of the complex terrain of the village, but the real situation at the moment was obviously not like this.

Even though they lost the positions outside the village, casualties were rising like geometric figures, but these Nazi fanatics marked with double lightning and skull symbols were still fighting desperately.

The last hundred or so SS soldiers whose tanks had been knocked down continued to resist stubbornly, relying on the few remaining broken houses in the village.

Any Red Army soldier who tried to approach those houses and break through would be hit by the dense barrage of bullets fired from those broken wooden houses.

Pistols, rifles, submachine guns, machine guns, this last handful of SS soldiers who were almost crazy, used all the weapons they could fire at the Soviet army. From the initial battle of hundreds of people and dozens of tanks to the few left now, no one voluntarily withdrew from the battle or laid down their weapons and collapsed and surrendered.

Based on this alone, this almost crazy fighting will is far beyond the ordinary Wehrmacht troops, and it is even more incomparable and incomparable.

For Lavrinenko, it is often the enemies who are like dog-skin plasters and don't know how to give up that are the most difficult to deal with. Even if the quality of their own tanks is superior, they still need to continue to waste time to deal with these garbage, which is tantamount to adding insult to injury for the already urgent situation.

Lavrinenko was so angry that his eyelids were twitching and twitching. He couldn't help but be angry. He opened the turret hatch above his head without saying a word, leaned out, and spoke loudly to the infantry company commander who heard the noise and was looking towards him.

"Don't charge! Don't charge anymore! Let the comrades stay where they are, I will deal with these Nazi garbage myself! Get ready to follow up!"

It is undoubtedly the most convenient way for the infantry to clean up the houses one by one and drive the enemies out of the village one by one. This small village does not have a wide enough main road for heavy tanks to gallop. In Lavrinenko's estimation, the only dirt road in the village was so wide that even a horse carriage had to give way to pedestrians. This was not a place where heavy tanks could charge.

But at this point, those ignorant Nazi fanatics had completely angered Lavrinenko, who was already in a hurry and extremely anxious. It was like lighting a fire on a metal barrel full of explosives, which would eventually cost him his life.

Lavrinenko, who was so angry that he ran away on the spot, directly ordered all the infantry to retreat. Before the SS soldiers who were already confused and red-eyed could react, it was not clear whether the enemy's sudden retreat was a blessing or a curse.

A dull roar of steel tracks grinding against the earth suddenly sounded from far to near, and even the ground under his feet began to tremble.

"Tanks! The Russians are driving their tanks over, hurry up"

Boom--

Crack, clang--

Amidst the loud bang, a series of wall-collapse and house-falling sounds suddenly sounded, and a thick cloud of dust was instantly raised and scattered.

The dirt road in the village was indeed not enough for heavy tanks to gallop, but it didn't matter. Lavrinenko, who had already gone berserk, chose to open another road for himself, a road full of bricks, broken wood, house ruins and the remains of crushed German corpses, which was just suitable for heavy tanks to gallop through the village.

The IS6 heavy tank with the accelerator pressed to death was like a war beast that had broken free from the shackles of steel cables. The powerful diesel engine roared and spewed black smoke all the way, and directly smashed the first wooden house where the SS was entrenched with its solid front armor.

The SS soldiers in the house, whose vision was limited, had no time to react, and were sentenced to death when they heard the violent roar in their ears.

In the distant future, many people die in car accidents every year, but it is unheard of that a poor guy is flattened and smashed into a pulp by a tank weighing more than 50 tons.

He roared out from another wall of the collapsed wooden house again. The front armor plate of the vehicle, which was already scarred and covered with shallow pits that were not penetrated, was now stained with large patches of scarlet sticky substances.

No one knows what kind of miserable state the owner of these bloody and minced meat was in the last second of his life, and he was forced to be squeezed into this state. Lavrinenko himself had no interest in this, just like the pieces of meat hanging on the track of the vehicle with residual heat.

"Turn the turret! The stone house in front, send those fascists to heaven!"

"Fire!"

Boom——

Accompanied by a thunderous roar and the firing, the stone house marked as the target of attack by Lavrinenko was instantly annihilated.

This old stone house, which seemed to have the longest history in the village, must be a product left over from the Tsarist era, as expected, because this house has a bit of familiar church flavor.

Although it is not magnificent, let alone the golden splendor of a cathedral, it is the most luxurious house in the village, with the largest area and the best defense resistance. It is also the place where the Nazi fanatics are entrenched in the largest number.

The 122mm full-caliber high-explosive grenade that can even take away the Type 4 tank with one shot is not a small role like the ordinary 76 guns that can be seen on the roadside.

The huge blasting flames radiated amazing chemical energy, and in the blink of an eye, the wall built with double layers of stones was directly opened into a large hole that could allow adults to enter and exit with their backs straight.

The last desperate destruction before death is just the beginning.

The remaining heavy tanks that followed Lavrinenko's vehicle and rushed into the village also turned their turrets, with the black muzzles of their 122mm main guns pointing at the already crumbling stone house.