Chapter 1272 Are There Still Enemies?

"How much do you know about the Germans' new stuff? The reconnaissance company suffered a lot of losses because of it. Isn't it a bit too light?"

Malachenko, sitting in his position as the commander, smoked alone, with the turret hatch above his head fully opened as a vent. Although the cold wind blowing in was a bit cold, it was better than being trapped in the sealed turret by the strong smell of smoke. There was more than just smoke in it.

"Not too much, but this thing can't penetrate our heavy tanks. The armor penetration depth is 200 mm. The charge and shooting scale are all written in the manual. The Germans attached the operating manual to the box. I guess they wanted to teach the recruits how to use it. I didn't expect that the "notorious" Malachenko could also understand German, which was a bargain for us."

The key performance of the Panzerfaust 60 is the same as in the existing history. This is the result that Malachenko personally confirmed on a simple weapon manual "attached" to the box.

In fact, this can't be considered as the Germans' carelessness. After all, the practice of including instructions in the box is still being done in the field of military weapons in the 21st century, and it's the same everywhere in the world. You have to tell the first person to use it how to use it, and not everyone has an old hand to teach them.

Of course, the cosmic artifact that a certain Star Ranger leader and his fifty good brothers searched the entire galaxy to collect doesn't count. That thing really didn't come with a weapon manual, but it's still what Americans say "I think you have a weapon of mass destruction" and is extremely powerful.

Malashenko was originally worried that there was something wrong with the Germans' iron fist. Maybe the charge was increased or the range was improved, so it was more powerful and could hit farther.

However, the weapon manual that came with the box dispelled Malashenko's idea. It was clearly written in black and white. The Germans even thoughtfully wrote that people must not stand behind the buttocks of this thing when it was fired.

Of course, what's more important is that Iron Fist 60 is still the Iron Fist 60 in the existing history. All key attributes and indicators are exactly the same and have not changed at all. This time, Malashenko was quite surprised.

He flicked the ash with one hand and released the microphone button that he had been holding with the other hand. Malashenko, with a fairy-like air in his mouth, was sure that his voice was loud enough and Lavrinenko on the other end should hear it clearly, as long as there was nothing wrong with the broken radio.

"You are always thoughtful. Sometimes I wonder if I should learn German too? I often envy you for being like this. You understand a lot of things about the Germans."

People always change imperceptibly, of course, including Lavrinenko who had always sneered at the German language before. Some things are just so magical.

"You? Oh, come on"

Malashenko sometimes does have some bad words, but this is more like a simple joke to a good brother.

"You hate the Germans' crap from the bottom of your heart, and I don't like it either, so one of us just needs to understand it. It's not easy to learn new things at this age, let alone a language."

Malachenko's speaking style is like this, which is very different from ordinary Red Army officers and soldiers. He can make jokes and talk easily. It happened that the conversation was still on the public radio channel, and the people at the same level who could hear it were not just Malachenko and Lavrinenko. Before the voice fell, the third good brother had joined the connection.

"Should we report this matter, comrade division commander? Friendly troops may be in big trouble if they encounter this thing, especially those medium tanks."

Kurbalov, who joined the chat room midway, made a constructive speech right at the beginning, and Malachenko, who had extinguished his cigarette butt in the 122 cartridge ashtray beside him, immediately answered.

"I have told the political commissar to do it, don't worry. In addition, the new thing of the Germans is called the Iron Fist. As you can see, one person can really run around with it, so be careful in the days to come. One German may knock down one of our heavy tanks, especially when close to the battle. Do you understand?"

In the past, Malashenko only needed to worry about the German tanks and anti-tank guns, but now it is different.

In the houses on the street, the ditch on the roadside, and the haystacks in the wild, who knows where a German madman will suddenly jump out from the next second and pick up the big stick in his hand to hit you.

If it is frontal armor, it is not a big deal. The existing heavy tanks are immune to the attack of this thing, so there is no need to worry too much.

But if it is hit from the side, it will be fun. At the least, people in the car will die, and at the worst, the ammunition will explode and there will be no escape. If you are not looking for excitement, it is best not to try it with your precious car.

In the future, even if you encounter a German soldier on the battlefield, you must kill him as soon as possible. No one knows if there is an iron fist in the trench at the feet of this bastard. It is not certain.

Either you kill him or he will find a way to kill you, unless you give a French salute. The rules on the battlefield are so simple.

The following cross-country journey went smoothly. Malashenko, who kept the turret cover open and occasionally went out to look through the telescope, heard the rumble of artillery and explosions in the distance, but saw nothing else, not to mention the German figure, not even a German hair.

There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. In line with the truth that it is better to be safe than sorry, Malashenko, who was worried, picked up the radio transmitter at hand and spoke again.

"Contact the reconnaissance company to inquire about the situation. They should be able to see the final encirclement point now."

Alexi, whose arm was shot and a piece of flesh flew off, was a man. He was still unwilling to withdraw from the battle even after hanging the bandage wrapped around his arm and fixing it on his neck. Malashenko, who still needed Alexi to lead the reconnaissance company to explore the way, simply fulfilled his wish. Now he really couldn't do without him.

Malashenko, who made the inquiry, waited for a while, and the liaison officer responsible for relaying the communication conveyed the news from Alexi.

"The reconnaissance company reported that they had seen the village of Zvonykhdaka. Captain Alexi said that he found a small group of enemies patrolling outside the village. No heavy weapons and tanks of the enemy were seen, only infantry. Ask for the next action order, comrade division commander."

Are there any enemies?

Malashenko, who was sure that he heard clearly, suddenly became interested and alert. This place, Zvonykhdaka Village, was the designated meeting place, and Malashenko had reason to believe that he was the first Red Army unit to arrive here.

But now some Germans have come out of this place, which is a little different from what he expected. Could it be that the Germans fled faster than in the past after being startled?