Chapter 1401 After the Fire

Malachenko's risky bet paid off! Or rather, the artillery position on Hill 239, which was highly trusted, lived up to expectations and responded in time before the Germans rushed to the position. The shells that had been ready to go and stuffed into the barrel were accurately projected onto the top of the Germans' heads, completely reversing the situation that was extremely unfavorable to the Red Army.

The shells that roared in with the force of a tsunami were more accurate than Malachenko expected. Every shell landed on the top of the Germans' heads or in the queue. There was no embarrassing situation where the shells were too accurate and hit their own heads.

The artillery firepower of a whole reinforced artillery regiment caused great damage to the densely supported German army cluster.

The artillery on Hill 239, which did not receive the order to stop the shelling, was still firing crazily. The hot shells that were ejected from the barrel stirred up the rain potholes on the position, and bursts of evaporating white smoke emerged. The loader, whose arms were almost as thick as his thighs, waved the ramrod in his hand, stuffed a new round of ready-to-fire projectiles and propellant bags into the barrel again, and closed the breech block.

"Fire!!!"

Boom——

The huge muzzle wind even made the raindrops in the air retreat and be blown away to the side. The whistling shells once again crossed a straight-line distance of nearly 20 kilometers and fell straight down, blowing the German soldiers who had been blown to the point of being out of the human world into pieces without leaving any trace. ̢̜̳̱͈̹͓͛͜ḩ̷̻̩͍̱̗͔̺̏̓͊̀͂̀ͅṵ̵̙̻͉̦͙̗̥̉̓̓͊̑̂̑x̸͍̘̳͂͊̂̊̀͊̕͘.̷̹̦̆̆c̶͙͈͚̽̄̈̎̒͜ó̶̧̧̝̳̠͇̔̈́̃͝͝ ͕̺̲̹m̷̗͓̽̂̌̋̃̌

Almost at the same time as the German army was bombed to the point of being miserable, Malashenko had basically finished dealing with the last bit of trouble on his side: killing the German Panthers that kept circling around him like flies.

Among the many Panthers destroyed by Malashenko's troops, the death of the last Panther was the most miserable.

Perhaps because the tank soldiers had a limited and narrow field of vision and could not obtain the latest situation outside, the few German armored soldiers who only knew how to fight desperately with only a burst of noise on the radio had no energy or extra time to worry about what was happening outside the tank.

So until the last moment of the battle, the five German armored soldiers in this Panther never gave up from beginning to end, which was quite respectable.

A total of six The Stalin heavy tank fired its final salvo at the Panther. Six 122mm full-caliber armor-piercing shells were fired from different directions, penetrating the front of the Panther's turret, the left side of the turret, the left side of the hull, and the right rear of the hull. Two shells penetrated the rear engine compartment almost at the same time and poured in from the back of the vehicle. The Panther was torn into pieces in the huge explosion. The death was quite miserable. Basically, after a violent explosion, there was no trace of complete wreckage left, only a pile of twisted and deformed pieces that were unrecognizable. The black steel of the shape was left in place, and the turret had been blown up to a twisted gun shield with a breech block.

As for the people, it is even more needless to say, it may have been to the point where not even a piece of meat could be found.

Malashenko, who watched the last Panther go on the road, had no extra time to sigh or say words of admiration to the German armored soldiers who controlled the last Panther. As the division commander, Malashenko still had a lot of important work to do, and there was no time to waste.

"Comrade division commander, the Germans were blown silly! None of them ran out, ha! All were covered inside!"

Kurbalov's excitement was overflowing on the radio channel. Kurbalov, who had not seen the Germans being blown up into such a miserable state for a long time, felt that the feeling in his heart could not be described by a simple word "cool".

It was not only Kurbalov who could see the fierce bombardment outside the position, but also Malashenko who was also sticking to his post.

"I saw it! Don't just stand there, Kurbalov! The Germans' clown show is over, it's our turn! Bring your regiment and follow me, the 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division, attack!!!"

Strictly speaking, this is the moment Malashenko has been waiting for.

The German attack failed and ran aground in front of the position, unable to advance any further and suffered huge casualties. We still have strength on our side, and we have a powerful force in our hands to launch a counterattack. The only thing we have to do is to slap the ignorant Germans to death in front of the position.

With Malashenko's order, the flank troops deployed at the back of the two wings of the position also moved at the same time, and the steel tracks began to roar forward in the roar.

The 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division A tank division plus the 4th Guards Tank Brigade, more than 300 tanks of various models, divided into three groups and rushed out from the battlefield, killing the enemies who were still shrouded in the shadow of death.

The German support troops, who were originally coming to reinforce the friendly forces, have now become a big piece of fat meat hanging in front of the position, about to be eaten and unable to protect themselves.

At the same time as the attack was launched, the No. 239 highland also stopped the bombardment after receiving another telegram from Political Commissar Petrov. This crazy artillery barrage baptism that lasted for a full half an hour came to an end.

For the German army, this not only represents the end of an old nightmare, but also represents the advent of another new nightmare and the impending disaster.

"Russians! The Russians are coming out! They are coming towards us, so many tanks!!!"

After the bombardment, the German army, which was blown up and had stars in their eyes, had no time to catch their breath before they felt the tremors from the ground under their feet. That was a terrible scene that could only be caused when a large number of tanks that were enough to cause a qualitative change were running violently together.

"Hold on, stop them here! Turn the turret and let the tanks fire!"

The commander of the German battle group shouted in his car and ordered loudly. When the enemy had already rushed to his face, it was impossible for him to be a turtle and turn around and run away.

Not to mention the casualties of turning around and running away, it was even questionable whether he could run away. Anyone with enough knowledge could see the huge mass of Russian tanks on the opposite side. After being killed or injured, with a large number of casualties and most of the vehicles lost, how could they outrun the Russian tanks that were known for their mobility? They didn't even think about it.

The Tiger II heavy tanks, which had the strongest armor protection and survived the bombardment in the largest number, became the absolute backbone at this moment. The thin and long 88mm main gun, driven by the heavy turret, quickly aimed the black muzzle at the target and prepared to fire.

Malashenko, who witnessed all this in the tank commander's periscope, had no emotional fluctuations or unnecessary nonsense. The only thought in his mind was to rush forward under the bombardment and then completely crush the last German troops who were resisting in front of the position.