Chapter 1374: Despair of Waiting to Die

Malachenko originally planned to attack the German junction as the best result, but he never expected that the first wave of assault would directly hit the German supply storage point.

"Comrade Division Commander! The assault troops in front reported that they attacked a German supply storage point, which was full of various ammunition and unloaded trucks and fuel. Our tanks are firing at these things. Is it allowed?"

Because it involves the issue of post-war spoils of war, Kurbalov, who has always been obedient to Malachenko, still asked our old comrade Ma this question on the radio to ensure that there is no mistake.

If Malachenko really values ​​these miscellaneous rags and wants to keep them as post-war spoils, then such a random attack may ruin the division commander's big plan. Although Kurbalov thinks there is basically no problem with doing so, it is better to get a formal confirmation to be safe.

"Where are the Germans' supplies?"

Malachenko, holding the radio transmitter, was stunned when he heard this. It was indeed unexpected that he had hit the Germans' soft spot by accident.

No one would reject the idea of ​​seizing spoils in a war, especially when fighting against an elite armed force like the Germans. In many cases, the Red Army could use the things they seized. For example, the Germans' anti-tank guns, trucks, machine guns, grenades, and Mauser sniper rifles with Zeiss optical sights were all handy things that could be looted from the Germans.

This was true for ordinary Red Army troops, but for the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division, which was known as the most elite tank unit in the entire Red Army, these things were basically the type that could be had or not.

Malashenko, who enjoyed the highest priority in equipment supply among the Guards and could also receive all kinds of the latest weapons and equipment, honestly looked down on the Germans' junk. Except for the German MG42 machine gun, this thing is really much better than the DP28, you can't deny it, but those are infantry weapons and have nothing to do with their own tanks.

Moreover, the current battle is actually to prevent the Germans from breaking through. Malashenko must consider the consequences of not suppressing all the Germans here and eliminating them all at once, as well as what will happen and what to do next.

If the Germans are still planning to run with a bunch of remnants, then material supplies and food and oil are naturally indispensable.

If these key material supplies that the Germans rely on for survival are destroyed, then even if the Germans can slip away from Hill 239, their long-distance mobility and the range of activities of the armored forces will be greatly reduced.

People will starve to death if they don't have food, and tanks and cars can't run without oil. Such an obvious truth will not be unknown to Malashenko. Instead of worrying about these insignificant and dispensable spoils, Malashenko was more interested in the German tanks abandoned due to lack of oil and the bodies of German soldiers who died of starvation on the roadside during the long escape.

Death is not scary, what is scary is the unknown despair of knowing that you will die but not knowing the exact time. The fear of death and the boundless unknown darkness will devour the desperate people. Such a slow death is far more painful than being instantly ended by the enemy's bullets.

Thinking of this, Malashenko, with a grim smile on his lips, pressed the button of the transmitter in his hand without thinking and spoke.

"Inform all the tank commanders at the front to bomb all the German supplies and trucks that can be seen, and send the tanks to me one by one!"

"Comrade division commander, what did you say? What does it mean to send the tanks one by one? I don't quite understand."

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Malashenko realized that he was a little embarrassed and said too much. The joke of "sending the tanks one by one" was indeed not something that Kurbalov could understand. It would be more appropriate to change it to a more straightforward statement.

"Well, it's nothing. Bomb all the German supplies that can be seen. That's it! Even if those Germans escape, they will have no oil to use and no food to eat and starve to death. Do you understand what I mean?"

What Malashenko said was actually what Kurbalov himself thought. There is no better way to punish the enemy than to starve these Germans to death, trap them to death, and desperately kill them on the endless road of fleeing.

"I understand, comrade division commander. I will convey the order now, don't worry."

As soon as Malashenko's order came, Kurbalov immediately switched the radio channel and conveyed it quickly.

The commanders of the medium tanks in the battle quickly received the confirmation order. The main guns that were originally restrained in aiming and firing became more violent, and the shells that came out of the barrels were obviously accelerated and became more fierce.

"Dodge! Find a shelter, quickly!"

"Don't worry about those trucks, find a shelter! Cover!"

"Iron Fist, where is our Iron Fist!? We have to kill the Russian tanks, get the iron!!!"

The 85mm main gun loaded with integrated fixed shells kept firing at the highest rate of fire. Once this thing entered the burst loading mode and the tank itself was stationary.

Those big and strong Red Army loaders, who were as strong as bears, could achieve a loading speed much faster than in the normal mode. The most accurate description is that the bullet of the next round has been loaded into the chamber as soon as the previous shell fell to the ground.

The firepower density of medium tanks at the moment is no longer something that the German anti-tank fighters with iron fists can deal with directly. The whistling shells not only blew up the piles of supplies, overturned trucks, and detonated ammunition boxes and fuel barrels, but the Red Army gunners who had extra firepower to spend even gave a lot of 85mm high-explosive shells to the German infantry.

It was already powerful enough to blow people up with grenades, but now the feeling of being chased by 85mm high-explosive shells and directly aimed at the buttocks, for those German infantrymen who were running around like rabbits, in the final analysis, they could only say "I'm fucking broken" with tears in their eyes.

The German infantrymen who were pinned down and beaten by tanks did not think about fighting back, and using their powerful and portable iron fists to get rid of the Russian tractors when they were already within the range.

But thinking is one thing, and actually doing it is another.

The Red Army infantry who had already entered the positions and jumped into the trenches were advancing continuously. The number of PPShs and light machine guns in their hands was so large that their firepower was comparable to that of trench brooms!