Chapter 1395 I Believe in You

It was just that Malashenko had not taken into account a fatal factor at that time. The Germans, who had upgraded their guns to guns, had already used the more cutting-edge and more powerful Black Panther 2 medium tank.

Its upper frontal armor with the largest frontal projection area was completely immune to the bombardment of armor-piercing shells from the 122 heirloom, which brought the biggest variable to this already tense and fast-paced battle.

Otherwise, the Stalin heavy tanks, which could kill a kid with one shot, were fully capable of completely blocking the crispy Panther outside the position and preventing it from crossing the line.

The result of this biggest variable factor was that Comrade Lao Ma lost his hand and was almost caught by the Black Panther 2, which had a thicker skin and produced a qualitative change effect, and came to a wave of "Soviet killing people in space".

Although he was a little reluctant to admit it, Malashenko still had to say that Lavrinenko was right.

If it weren't for his good brother and Kirill who found out something was wrong and rushed to save him, Malashenko estimated that there was at least a 50% chance that he would be blown into a pile of charcoal barbecue.

"Okay, admit that you are right. Who would have thought that the Germans would bring new things to cause trouble this time. Don't worry about it now. Let's fight the battle in front of us first. Move quickly and act!"

Extra nonsense has no constructive effect. Malashenko, who ended the call in just a few words, put down the radio transmitter at hand, put it on the bracket beside him, and moved his eyes back to the commander's periscope to return to combat status.

When Malashenko returned to the front battlefield again, the battle on the position was still going on in a familiar state.

The duel between tanks was fiercely carried out at the back of the position, while the life-and-death fight between infantry and infantry was carried out in the trenches in the increasingly heavy rain and mud.

"The bullets are all gone! Bullets, who has bullets? Give me a drum!"

"Over there, the Germans are coming! Shoot them down!"

"Be careful, grenades!"

Boom--

Rainwater and mud were splashed in the violent explosion, dancing with shrapnel. Varosha, who was soaked by the rain, felt that his whole body was frozen! The mud splashed by the grenades thrown by the Germans when they exploded was thrown all over him. Now Varosha didn't look like a regiment commander at all, just like a mud man!

This feeling of being soaked in an ice hole is really uncomfortable. In fact, I am not afraid of snow in the cold winter, but I am afraid of the bursts of ice rain that fall at the end of winter and the beginning of spring. Raindrops with "armor-piercing" effects are much more powerful than snowflakes. It won't take long for people to be soaked all over and feel the extreme cold.

The bad battlefield environment has imposed the most fair "test" on the willpower of both sides of the war.

Whoever can hold on and fight to the end in this trial battlefield that is even more severe than the snow in winter will have the last laugh and declare victory.

Obviously, the current situation is that neither side of the war has given up easily, and the bloody and brutal fighting between the infantry is still going on fiercely.

"Hit the machine gun fire! First, shoot down the Germans approaching, and send more people, quickly!"

"Comrade commander! There are quite a few Germans, and they are attacking from multiple directions at the same time!"

The one who reported loudly to Varosha, holding the steel helmet on his head, was the battalion commander of the first battalion of the most powerful main force under his command. It was also an old unit that was newly built on the spot after the Battle of Stalingrad. Even this battalion commander was transferred from other troops, and he didn't know how many German sticks he had killed.

Varosha, who replaced the PPSh with a fully loaded drum, did not reply immediately, but stared coldly at the battalion commander in front of him under the rain. In less than two seconds, he confirmed the other party's expression before speaking.

"So? You want to tell me that your men can't hold on?"

"No, that's not what I mean, Comrade Regimental Commander! The enemy has already rushed to the distance where they can throw grenades to the forward observation post. You should take the guard troops back a little. It may become a battlefield soon!"

Varosha probably guessed that the battalion commander in front of him would answer like this. After all, this veteran who is brave and fierce and has no lack of commanding brains has never compromised with the enemy. At most, he will have some crooked ideas in tactics. His loyal beliefs and firm will are beyond doubt.

"Lead your people and fight your battles! I personally led the assault team to charge the building in Stalingrad and was almost shot into a sieve by the German machine guns. This little danger is nothing! You don't need to care about me, just do what you should do! Now!"

Today, even if he has become the regiment commander, and the commander of the Stalin Guards First Tank Division, such an absolutely ace elite force. But Valosha still has the kind of desperate attitude, just like Malashenko, who promoted him to this position and was like a mentor.

Valosha always asked himself to learn from the division commander and always ensured that he stayed closest to the front line and could hear the sound of grenade explosions and machine gun fire. There was no change.

So even at this critical moment, Valosha still did what he had to do, as usual.

Knowing that his persuasion would be useless, the battalion commander gritted his teeth and made another request to Valosha when his persuasion was fruitless.

"Comrade Commander, I request that the combat engineer battalion be put into battle immediately! Our three ordinary battalions are all on the battlefield, and only their combat engineer battalion is left to watch the show!"

"I know they are the treasures of the division commander and your last reserve, but the battle has come to this point. If our three ordinary battalions suffer too many casualties, what's the point of winning even if the combat engineer battalion is not used!?"

As the first battalion commander said, Valosha has not yet used the combat engineer battalion to fight, and the reasons are indeed multifaceted.

The number of combat engineer battalions is not only less than that of the three ordinary battalions, but is only equivalent to the number of troops of an ordinary infantry battalion of the guards. Because it is a unit of the Stalin Guards First Tank Division, it has not been expanded in number, and its ability to withstand combat damage is obviously weaker than that of the other three battalions.

If the loss is too great, it will be difficult for Valosha to explain to Malashenko. You should know that every time the division commander comes to inspect the regiment, the combat engineer battalion must be asked about.

Furthermore, as his military rank and position become higher and higher, Valosha is always used to keeping a reserve force that can reverse the situation in his hands, and use it when it is most needed and most critical.

The last point is the new assault rifles equipped by the combat engineer battalion.

Valosha, who has fired a round on the shooting range, knows the power of this thing, but what Valosha is thinking at this moment is what Malashenko once told him: "Ammunition is limited, and there is only one chance to prove it! If you think the time is right and it is a critical moment when you must use it, you don't have to come to me on the battlefield to ask for instructions, make your own decision!"

"I believe you, Valosha, it's that simple."