Chapter 1418 At Dawn

With the order from the division commander, the following matters were much easier to handle.

The Red Army tank soldiers, who had originally considered the Panther tanks in front of them to be difficult targets, were immediately overjoyed when they heard the division commander's words, their mouths grinning from ear to ear.

Well, after all this time, it turned out to be those crispy Panthers that exploded at the first blow. It was completely unnecessary to aim at the turrets with such a nervousness.

The Stalin heavy tanks, knowing the key battlefield intelligence, immediately responded and turned the heavy turrets. The black muzzles pointed directly at the front of the Panthers instead of the turrets. The armor-piercing shells that had been stuffed into the barrels and were ready to fire were whistled out with a violent flash of muzzle fire.

Boom——

The result after the explosion was exactly the same as what Malashenko said.

The 122mm full-caliber wind cap armor-piercing projectile directly penetrated the Panther's large-angle tilted front armor. The front of the vehicle body that was immune to the direct shooting of the 85mm gun was as fragile as paper in front of the 122 heirloom.

Once the 122mm wind cap armor-piercing projectile, which is famous for its large amount of charge, penetrates the armor and is poured into the vehicle, the derivative result that follows is that the entire tank explodes on the spot and spirals up in place.

This does not distinguish between the specific models and types of German tanks, from the small Panther III and Panther IV tanks to the large Panther Tiger King. The ammunition rack placed in the vehicle body has no chance of escaping in the face of such a large amount of warhead charge. The only result that will happen is that you will be blown up with both the people and the bullets.

The flying heads of the Panther tanks were not surprising to the Red Army tank soldiers. After losing the narrow turret, the huge body was like a steel crematorium. Orange-red flames kept spitting out from the empty turret ring, illuminating the surrounding night, licking the originally cold armor hot and dark.

There was not only one Panther that had such a situation. All Panthers whose armor was penetrated by a shot from the 122 Heirloom had such a miserable end.

Compared with these Panthers, which at least had a large body space and stronger armor, those small and miniature Type 4 tanks were even more unbearable. Once the huge power of the 122 Heirloom was poured into these Type 4 tanks, the power of the ammunition, fuel, and projectile warhead charge detonating together was enough to blow these much smaller Type 4 tanks into a pile of fragments on the spot.

After a loud bang, many Type 4 tanks could not even be found intact. Various components and parts were blown everywhere, and armor fragments were flying around like a howling storm.

The huge and visually oppressive size of the Red Army's heavy tanks had already brought great pressure to the German soldiers. Now, coupled with the heavy casualties and the continuous killing of various tanks, the German army could not bear the hellish scene under the siege from three sides, and the rout in the dark was quickly staged like a flood that broke through the dam.

"Go, go! Get out of here, the Russians are coming!"

"Go? Where else can we go? If we run back, we still can't escape the Russians' encirclement?"

"Then do you want to die here? If you don't want to die, hurry up!"

The sharp-eyed Malashenko held the commander's periscope in front of him and clearly saw the German army's every move at the moment. The embarrassing scene of running away with their backs to their own side was enough to make people laugh. Malashenko, with a slight upward smile on his face, reached out and grabbed the transmitter beside him and spoke immediately.

"All crews listen to the order, chase after and crush those Germans! If they are facing us, we will run over their backs. Don't stop without my order!"

It was now about one or two o'clock in the middle of the night. There was no moon in the sky, and it was covered with dark clouds, and there was no light at all.

Once out of the range of the flares, who knows what tricks those fleeing Germans will play. This is not to say that Malashenko did not intend to pursue, but that he did not intend to order the Germans to lay down their weapons and surrender.

Malashenko did not want to take the initiative to try such a difficult task as capturing prisoners in the middle of the night. What if he was shot by the Germans hiding in the dark?

Chasing in the dark is a bit difficult, but while chasing upwards, firing flares and turning on the lights, the visibility is at least within an acceptable range, which is better than catching German prisoners in the middle of the night with fear.

If they surrendered voluntarily, our old comrade Ma might consider the feasibility.

But since the Germans did not have this idea, Malashenko did not intend to be a kind-hearted bodhisattva. If you don't cherish your life, why should I care about you? You are not my ancestor.

The Red Army troops, marching triumphantly, launched a fierce pursuit of the fleeing German army. Although the battlefield situation was indeed in the advantage of Malashenko, it was the first time for him to fight a night battle or a night pursuit. Not only were they not used to it in all aspects, but the actual performance of the troops was also not in good shape. Knowing this special situation, Malashenko was really helpless.

"Forget it, do your best. As long as we can defeat the Germans, we have completed the main task. The rest will be dealt with after dawn."

With such a simple idea in mind, Malashenko led his troops to continue fighting and launched a crazy pursuit of the German army that was fleeing in all directions.

The continuous sound of gunfire explosions was extremely dense and resounded throughout the day and night. Even after leaving the area illuminated by flares, the bright fire produced by the exchange of fire could still illuminate most of the night sky and make the surroundings as bright as day. It was difficult for anyone to see what was happening in the darkness.

The moment when the sky was bright was the time when the battle came to an end. The final result of the fierce battle that lasted for a whole night was as expected, and it ended with the complete victory of the Soviet army.

Malashenko, who had not slept for a whole night, had two thick panda eyes early in the morning. The whole person's spirit was a little sluggish, like a drug addict in withdrawal.

The effect of the crazy adrenaline that soared during the battle had long faded by now. Comrade Lao Ma, who was walking on the battlefield with his spirits up, only felt that his eyelids were fighting, and his walking posture was limping, as if he had sprained his foot. It was not until Kurbalov, who had just got off the car, came to him that he straightened his back.

"Comrade Commander, are you okay?"