Chapter 1399 Quick! Immediately!! Fire!!!

The German support troops came so suddenly, just like their first wave of attack troops came fiercely and quickly.

As usual, the Panthers were in the front, accompanied by assault guns, and there were also a large number of half-track armored vehicles, which looked like a powerful German mechanized battle group. However, unlike the last time, the German support troops this time were also filled with more powerful "armored treasures", the huge and heavy Tiger II heavy tanks: "King Tiger".

"Trouble, this is really trouble! How come the reinforcements of these Germans came so quickly!?"

Varosha was a little panicked when he saw such a scene through the telescope. No, to be precise, he was really panicked!

The bloody battle on the battlefield has not yet been decided. Not only is the battle between the infantry still going on, but more importantly, the close combat between the tanks has not come to an end.

Our comrade Lao Ma, the major general commander of the 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division, was still personally leading his most powerful heavy tank unit to engage in close combat and circle with the German Black Panthers, whose speed was so fast that some heavy tanks could not keep up.

Varosha, who looked back at the tank battle from time to time, could see clearly that his heavy tanks did have a clear advantage that could be seen with the naked eye. With their strong armor and powerful guns, they were able to suppress the German medium tanks in close combat, and in the case of coordinated operations, they could make up for some shortcomings and deficiencies in mobility.

Although some heavy tanks had been destroyed by the German medium tanks and turned into wreckage, it was generally not a big problem. As long as they persisted a little longer, it would only be a matter of time to completely kill these German Black Panthers.

But, this is exactly where the problem lies.

On the fierce and cruel battlefield, no one is not racing against time. Malashenko needs time to get rid of the dog-skin plaster that sticks to him and can't be shaken off. The Germans need the precious time gained by this huge sacrifice, rush to the position in one go, and completely end this meat grinder battle that has been bloody.

Varosha is not a professional tank soldier, but he is in the most elite division-level tank unit of the entire Red Army. In short, he is the kind of person who "has never eaten pork but has seen pigs run". Even if he doesn't understand the actual performance and tactical arrangement of tanks, he can make a very clear judgment of the current situation based on past combat experience.

Once these German reinforcements rush to the position, they will rely on those huge Tiger King heavy tanks and assault guns that are like "precious things" to approach and bombard directly.

Not only will his own infantry be in great danger, but the heavy tank troops led by the division commander will also be forced to the edge of the cliff of life and death. They will definitely not be able to withstand the two-line attack of another powerful armored enemy before they have eliminated the close enemies.

Now, the newly reinforced German mechanized battle groups are less than three kilometers away from the front-line position where Varosha is located. It will take less than a cigarette to ride on their faces, and the infantry on his side, who have almost no decent anti-tank weapons, can do nothing.

At this moment, Varosha wanted to call the division commander immediately to report the situation. Fortunately, Malashenko, who was busy commanding the battle, was not completely blind.

The moment he turned the commander's periscope in his hand and observed the situation in the corner of the battlefield, Malashenko saw a large group of Germans rushing towards him at high speed. He didn't see the specific number clearly, and he didn't care to look carefully. So based on the black formation, the number must be more than enough.

Is our old comrade Ma the kind of person who would sit and wait for death?

Obviously not.

Realizing that the Germans were really trying to make trouble for him, Malashenko was completely furious. These Germans, who had not even fully understood the specific situation of the enemy, without saying a word, pulled out such a large main force to come and attack him. If you don't get a slap in the face, you won't know your name or surname, right?

You want to die, right? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate, afraid that you will miss the good mother's birth if you are late?

Okay, buddy, I will help you!

"Comrade Political Commissar, can you hear me? I am Malashenko!"

Malashenko grabbed the radio transmitter at hand and blurted out without any hesitation, having already adjusted the channel in advance.

"I can hear it. The signal is very clear. Go on."

The political commissar who was commanding in place of Malashenko at the rear of the position had already returned to his post. Once the gunfire sounded, it was obviously unrealistic for you to let this old Red Army soldier and old party member continue to rest there.

Malashenko, who knew the habit of the political commissar, did not have any extra nonsense or questions. After all, he really needed the political commissar as a backbone to back him up. He responded without thinking about the follow-up words that had been prepared.

"Telephone 239 Heights, tell them to fire immediately! Fire at the horizontal section of one to two kilometers in front of the position! Cover a width of two kilometers horizontally! Concentrate all the artillery fire on this section and bombard it with all your might. Don't stop until I tell you to stop!"

The political commissar, who had already moved the division headquarters into the civil engineering works, was stunned when he heard this. He held the radio transmitter in his hand, raised the telescope in his hand, looked in the direction of the distance for two seconds, as if he was thinking about something, and then the last question of confirmation came out.

"Are you sure you want to do this? This is a dangerous range bombardment, with an error of less than one kilometer, and it is close to the maximum range. If the shells fall on our own heads, it will be a big problem."

The artillery position on Hill 239 is nearly 20 kilometers away from the position where Malashenko is currently defending on the war zone map. The political commissar's worries are not unreasonable.

In the case of reporting the bombardment coordinates alone, no one can guarantee that no shells will be missed. Moreover, this is a volley of artillery and the barrage of bullets is roaring. If you accidentally bomb your own people, it will be a lot of fun.

"Don't worry about that! Tell them to fire immediately, there is no time to delay! Quick! Immediately!! Fire!!!"

Malashenko almost tore his throat with a roar. Knowing that there was no need to say anything more, the political commissar immediately put down the radio transmitter in his hand and walked quickly towards the communicator who was not far away and close at hand.

"Contact Hill 239, fire immediately according to Plan No. 2! The firing coordinates must be calibrated correctly. I reiterate that you must fire immediately!"