Chapter 1152 Not so Good

As long as the SS broke through the east and west lines in either direction, they could drive straight in from the breach and capture the entire village. Even if a breakthrough cannot be achieved for a while, you can still wait slowly. Anyway, the initiative on the battlefield lies in the hands of the SS itself.

But for Malashenko, a breakthrough in any direction means a lose-all outcome. The troops he had on hand were simply not enough to drive out the continuous influx of SS division-level troops from the village when their positions were breached.

At this time, the situation faced by Malashenko can be summed up as "the sky is not responding, and the earth is not working."

If he did not want to be captured by the SS and used to make soap or be locked in a gas chamber, dying in battle was Malashenko's only and best option.

Of course, the situation has not yet reached the irreversible final moment. Malashenko's top priority is still to find ways to create a good situation.

Although he was mentally prepared for the dire situation described by Political Commissar Petrov, when Malashenko actually led people to the position to the west of the village to come to support him, the sight in front of him still completely shocked Malashenko. Everyone was shocked and amazed.

"Damn you! Are these SS soldiers crazy? So many!?"

To attack such a palm-sized position in a village, theoretically it would be quite impressive to line up a battalion of tanks in front of them at once. Taking into account that the troop line should be spread out a little bit and not be too densely packed one after another, Malashenko asked himself whether he would adopt such a troop layout. After all, he had to take into account the space for the coordination of infantry and tanks and the rotational movement of vehicles.

But right now, it's just outside the position in front of you.

Malashenko, who was holding the commander's periscope in his hand, just roughly counted the numbers. After a rough calculation, he found that there were more than 40 SS tanks within his field of vision.

Malashenko does not know how many combat tanks the Skeleton Division and the Imperial Division currently have after being supplemented and strengthened.

But no matter how exaggerated the strength of these Nazi fanatics is, 40 tanks must account for at least one-third of the total strength. This still saturates and exaggerates the total strength of this group of SS armored forces. Have the final say.

Considering that the two groups of Fascist lunatics, the Skeleton Division and the Imperial Division, have been fighting for a period of time and will inevitably suffer battle losses, it is possible that these 40 tanks constitute more than half of the armored force of the total force.

Using such a large breakthrough force to attack a small village is just one direction of a two-line flanking attack.

Malashenko had two subconscious reactions after realizing all this.

First of all, the Germans are crazy, so crazy that they can't even tell what kind of force to use against what kind of opponent.

Secondly, maybe the Germans are not crazy, but just want to get serious. For some circumstances and reasons unknown to them, this group of Fascist fanatics were also desperately rushing to complete the scheduled attack mission. Perhaps the leader of the SS on the opposite side was more anxious than themselves at the moment.

But no matter what the reason is, it is not good for Malashenko at the moment.

After careful consideration, Malashenko was more willing to believe than the former that the group of fascist fanatics on the opposite side were serious about taking action, trying to completely overwhelm him with a thunderous attack wave.

This also means that if Malashenko wants to continue to live, it is really impossible not to risk his life now.

MacArthur, the future American five-star general and holder of the dual titles of "Escape King" and "Bagger King", got at least one thing right.

On the battlefield, only those who are not afraid of death deserve to live.

"All vehicle crews enter the battle position! Fight those Fascist tanks first and load armor-piercing shells!"

Malashenko shouted and issued battle orders over the radio channel. At the same time, the SS armored soldiers on the opposite side who were pressing towards the position also noticed the movement, and the black muzzles immediately began to point first with the advantage of the first move. Holding Malashenko and his tanks.

"The Krauts are targeting us! Fire!"

"Already aiming, wait, give me some more time!"

The rotational speed of the turret's electric steering gear is constant, and it will not accelerate or decelerate much depending on how fast Iushkin shakes the handwheel. But at this moment, Iushkin really hopes that his hand speed can make this damn steering gear Turn faster.

boom--

Ding-ding——

call out--

"Hit! The upper armor is right in front of me. It didn't penetrate!"

Even through the thick rolled homogeneous steel armor, Seryosha could still feel the shock that could be heard through the air when the German armor-piercing bullet hit the outside of the armor plate facing him. It felt like my hair was trembling for a moment.

The extremely strong armor protection gives the IS6 heavy tank nearly invincible battlefield defense, but this is not a reason not to fight back or just sit here and stare.

Iushkin, who used all his strength to aim the gun, held his breath. Even though he also felt that his car was hit by a gunshot, he remained calm and composed, and continued to maintain a highly concentrated posture for the last period before firing. .

The scale mark of the dead gun scope was accurately placed on the position of the target tank according to the distance of the ruler parameters. I was sure that the height correction of my gun was enough to meet the standard, and I put my right hand on the gun bolt beside me before firing the lever. Iushkin on board instantly exerted his force, and the IS6 heavy tank of more than 50 tons suddenly shook as if it had been punched.

boom--

The full-caliber capped armor-piercing shell whizzed out from the muzzle flames, flew over a not-so-long distance of just over 500 meters, and crashed head-on into the turret shield of a Panther tank with extraordinary accuracy.

The power of the 122 heirloom was so great that not only did it make a distorted and deformed sound of tearing metal, but it also opened a large hole in the 100mm physical thickness semi-arc gun shield armor of the Panther that could fit a man's fist.

The full-caliber armor-piercing shell that continued to move forward even directly broke the steel structure beam that supported the gun shield, splitting it in two but still not losing all the armor-piercing kinetic energy, and continued to move along the ballistic trajectory with the armor-piercing delay fuse that had been successfully fired.

Until this armor-piercing projectile, whose penetration depth was far beyond what the Panther could resist, smashed the last result of the kinetic impact, that is, the head of the SS gunner in the turret, who was unlucky for eight lifetimes, and instantly turned it into paste like a tomato thrown into a juicer, staining all over the walls.

A violent explosion of ammunition with flames and fire, then rose from the inside out.