Chapter 1267 Killing with a Slow Knife

"Be careful, comrade! The Germans have a mysterious "stick" that can destroy our tanks head-on at close range! I don't know if your armor is enough to withstand it, but be careful!"

The arrival of the reinforcements did not make Alexi feel too relaxed. On the contrary, the inexplicable "mysterious stick" in the German's hand made the spine chill, the hair on the hair stand on end, and almost shuddered.

This weird, unprecedented weapon can easily destroy the light reconnaissance tanks under his command. Although the medium tanks of the Red Army, which are good at protection, have much thicker armor, Alexi really can’t guarantee that the medium tanks will be able to do so. Even the latest T-43 medium tank cannot make people feel at ease even if it can withstand the bombardment of that kind of stick.

"Understood, we will be careful. Thanks for the reminder, Comrade Alexi."

The answer that came from the other end of the radio was calm and straightforward. Alexi, who had never known this voice, subconsciously felt that it was unexpectedly reliable to him.

The group of medium tanks, which opened their distance and rushed forward at full speed, saw nothing but darkness. The remaining German troops, who were already under too much pressure to bear, were now more like a widow whose son had died - completely hopeless.

But an even more unbelievable scene unfolded immediately afterwards. Seeing this overwhelming and terrifying offensive, the remaining German troops were still clinging to their positions with no intention of surrendering.

All kinds of infantry weapons were firing continuously, and these gangs were killing the red-eyed German fanatics. Just as Alexi said, everything they did was really like a group of complete lunatics who did not know how to live or die! It's as if fighting is their only ultimate destiny.

"That's crazy. You won't surrender now! These bastards must all die here before they are willing to accept it!"

There was no artillery support, no tank cover, and not a single friendly aircraft in the sky. They were only bombarded indiscriminately by enemy attack aircraft loaded with ammunition.

The only thing they had was a temporary position dug out in this open, unobstructed snowfield.

Objectively speaking, Captain Alexi, who has been in this battle for a long time, admires these bastards on the other side.

This kind of bravery and fearlessness to fight to the end is the ultimate pursuit of all soldiers, but at this moment, the group of people on the opposite side are neither friendly forces nor foreign troops worthy of respect, but a group of people who have come to the land of their homeland to burn and kill full-time. A complete bastard scum who loots and commits all kinds of evil!

There is nothing good to say about dealing with such die-hard elements. Killing them all, killing them until they surrender, or annihilating the entire army is the only feasible way. To deal with such crazy enemies, they will not know the pain unless you are ruthless.

The first batch of medium-sized tanks that were the first to enter the battlefield quickly entered the position. While their speed slowed down slightly, they put down the light infantry carried on the tanks at the last moment before entering the position. Then came the roaring and roaring opponent. Infantry strangulation combat.

Major Valery, who arrived with support, was the newly appointed commander of the medium tank battalion under the formation of the 1st Tank Regiment, Kurbalov's main force.

He is an outstanding person with rich combat experience. He commanded a small unit of the rare T3457 tank brigade under the city of Moscow in 1941. He has been fighting all the way to this day and has survived to this day by relying on his brains and superb combat skills. Tank commander.

In the 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division, which is known as the most elite tank force in the Red Army, many of the commanders and fighters from the company and battalion levels are legends gathered here. The stories that happened to each of them can almost be listed in books and are vivid. legend.

In addition to Captain Alexi, Major Valery is also a type of character, just like what their division commander comrade Malashenko once experienced.

"The formation spreads out, and the second and third companies flank them from the left and right wings, putting pressure on them from three sides! Pay attention to the enemy's new anti-tank weapons, and first keep a distance and observe carefully!"

Compared with Alexi, who likes bold tactical attempts, Major Valery, who has recently joined the battlefield, obviously has a different command style. He is cautious and does not underestimate any anomalies and details of the enemy. This is why he has survived from 1941 to the present. One of the important reasons.

Of course, this does not mean that Major Valery is a coward and does not carry out orders thoroughly.

He just likes to hold an extremely sharp razor in his hand to find the enemy's vital points bit by bit. Once he takes action, it will be a fatal blow. No more Germans who should go on the road will survive.

Especially when the enemy has hidden tricks and trump cards that he doesn't know about, Major Valery's caution will be even more amplified. He has always believed that a precise fatal blow is better than repeated attempts with bold moves.

In recommending such a person to Malashenko to serve as the commander of the new medium tank battalion that will most likely play the role of battlefield reinforcements, Kulbalov did have his own thinking and judgment, and this finally got Malashenko. Section’s nod of approval and permission approval.

Major Valery, who divided all his tank troops into three groups and advanced together, was not in a hurry for close combat. The T3485 and T43 medium tanks, known for their high-speed maneuverability, quickly arrived at their predetermined positions. The remaining German troops entrenched in the last small position were brutally attacked. Surrounded on three sides.

The coaxial machine gun and the main gun loaded with high-explosive shells roared and vented firepower. The stationary and steadily firing Red Army medium tank troops opened a distance of more than 100 meters.

The Red Army soldiers following the tanks were also unwilling to be lonely. They climbed onto the engine hood of the tanks and used the turret as a cover. They set up the most ferocious firepower they could carry: the DP28 light machine gun. The rapidly rotating magazine was accompanied by aiming at any moving target on the position and firing desperately.

The remaining German troops, who were fiercely covered by direct fire from the front, left and right, were even more pitiful and miserable than the mice in the bellows.

Under the powerful direct fire from the three sides, even if Napoleon was reborn, you can't create miracles!

The German army, which had never raised the white flag to surrender from beginning to end, was completely silent and disappeared after a while.

The Il-2s in the sky had basically run out of ammunition and the remaining fuel reached the limit of the combat radius. Then they circled around and waved their wings to the comrades on the ground below. Under the gaze of the Red Army soldiers, they flew away from the war zone at a uniform speed and disappeared into the distant horizon.

A large main force led by two huge and astonishingly large heavy tanks also arrived at the same time.

Seeing that the battlefield in front of him was filled with smoke and no more fierce fighting, Malashenko, who estimated that things had been done before he arrived, immediately opened the hatch and jumped down.

Accompanying him was a person who jumped down from another heavy tank of the same shape that had just stopped next to him. Kurbalov, who had just got off the car, immediately came straight to Malashenko and spoke.