Chapter 1153 The Enemy Is Not an Idiot

Killing the first SS tank was just the beginning. There were more SS lunatics who turned a blind eye to the death of their comrades and rushed towards Malashenko's position.

The surging SS's hurricane-style attack was higher and higher. The position held by Malashenko's team seemed to be shaky in the wind and rain, but it stood firm in the crumbling waves.

"Comrade Battalion Commander! The fascist tanks are coming!"

Varosha, who was squatting in the trench with his head down, was changing the bullets in his PPSh. Major Valosha, who had emptied two drums of magazines in succession, only had the last reserve drum left. If this one was used up again, he would have to find a way to get bullets, or simply throw away the PPSh in his hand and change a weapon.

Before Major Valosha could react after hearing the sound, the roaring SS tank had already rolled over his face and roared.

Feeling that the trench walls and the ground under his feet were shaking, and the shells on the ground were bouncing, Major Valosha, realizing that something was wrong, quickly shrank down again, and at the same time subconsciously raised his head and looked directly above his forehead, only to see the German tank chassis rolling up a large piece of mud while the tracks were running slowly in front of him.

"Hey! Valosha, lie down quickly, don't raise your head, be careful!"

Oleg, an old friend who was more than ten meters away from Major Valosha, saw this dangerous scene and hurriedly called down with both hands, signaling Valosha not to raise his head too high to avoid being crushed into iron meat by the German tanks.

But at this moment, before Major Valosha could respond.

Oleg, who was only worried about his old friend, didn't notice that a tall and strong SS soldier holding an MP40 suddenly appeared on the ground outside the trench next to him.

By the time Oleg reacted, it was too late. The ferocious-looking white-faced, blue-eyed SS soldier had already raised his weapon first.

Dadadadadadada--

A burst of long bursts of fire that was more violent than the usual exchange of fire suddenly sounded. Incredulous eyes subconsciously looked down at his body that was instantly shot into a sieve. Then, under the rapid loss of vitality, he fell headfirst like a sandbag in the trench in front of him, making a thud.

"Fuck, damn, fascist bastards! Go clean the toilet for your Kaiser!"

The angle of the body falling down was somewhat unbiased, and it happened to hit the top of Oleg's helmet.

The moment the two Soviet-German standard helmets collided, there was a clanging sound. Oleg, whose head was a little dizzy from the impact of the 100-pound weight, took two steps back and leaned against the trench behind him. He looked at the strangely dead German corpse in front of him with lingering fear and cursed, and then cast his eyes to the place where the gunshot just sounded.

"There will be no next time, be careful!"

Although they were far apart and there was no direct communication, Oleg did read such a feeling that he could be sure of from the words of his old friend Varosha.

It was Varosha who shot and saved him in time, just when the German tank above his head had not yet completely run over.

Oleg, who was worried about Varosha but was saved by him, gradually changed from a lingering breath to a silly smile. He was very happy. He immediately adjusted his mentality and picked up the submachine gun that had fallen on the ground. After a shout, he immediately rushed towards the nearest enemy who had jumped into the trench.

This wave of SS armored charge was so crazy that they completely ignored the direct interception shooting organized by Malashenko, and only rushed forward frantically and responded with minimal suppressive firepower. The goal was very clear and there was only one: rush to the position as soon as possible and fight the enemy in close combat at all costs.

Because of this, even though Malashenko, who coordinated the overall command of the battle, had ordered full fire and prioritized interception of enemy tanks, he could not stop the SS who didn't know what was wrong with their charge at all costs.

There were quite a few SS tanks that were turned into burning torches in front of the position, but more SS tanks had already crushed the position and broke into the restricted area. Even the SS elite armored grenadiers who followed closely behind had already jumped into the trenches.

Just fifteen minutes after arriving at the battlefield and engaging in the battle, the situation faced by Malashenko had already turned into a close-quarter fight with huge casualties for both the enemy and us.

This was obviously unfavorable for the Soviet heavy tank troops who had strong armor and cannons, long-range firepower advantages to ensure destruction, and strong protection. How long the infantry, which was far less in number than the SS, could hold out was even more of a huge problem.

At this point in the battle, Malashenko finally understood.

This group of SS veterans who had already had a fight with him once had obviously recognized the true identity of this extremely difficult old opponent.

A mistake that has been made once cannot be made a second time. It is enough to do useless work once. If it happens a second time, it would be really stupid and completely unworthy of the name of the elite SS.

So this time, the SS armored soldiers, knowing how abnormal the armor of the Russian steel monsters on the opposite side was, directly changed their routine and stopped playing the useless "mid-gate sniping". They chose a close-combat charge that would inevitably cause heavy losses but significantly increase the advantages in the later stage.

First, they broke into the Soviet defensive position and opened a hole. The Soviet heavy tanks, which had been forcibly shortened from the fighting distance, were unable to focus their fire in one direction. They had to face enemies rushing up from all directions and fire in all directions, further dispersing the already insufficient firepower. .

In addition to the addition of the armored grenadiers who accompanied them into the position, with the same chips, they can be more certain to completely crush the enemy's defense and disintegrate the position. The art of commanding war lies in this, even though it is only a company. As an enemy, Malashenko can see the tricks and tactics at a glance.

But sometimes, the simpler the trick, the more difficult it is to crack and become more powerful when supported by a greater disparity in strength.

It's like at this moment, although Malashenko can see through his opponent's tricks, he still has to be in a passive position and see the tricks, without any initiative at all.

"Don't let the German tanks get close to us! Keep a distance from them, adjust the course, reverse the vehicle, and open fire!"

Malashenko knew very well what it meant for a heavy tank to be flanked by a medium tank. Even with the blessing of an electric steering gear, it would definitely not be able to beat the smaller German tank that was racing all the way around in a small circle. This is especially fatal for the IS2 whose side armor is far less thick than the IS6.