Chapter 1682: All-Round Crushing

Malachenko was extremely annoyed because he was only one step away from the final goal but he didn't expect to capsize in the gutter. This feeling is like you are a sniper. You spent most of the day adjusting the gun and the mirror, but suddenly a fool rushed up and twisted it twice. Everything was in vain.

To be honest, Comrade Lao Ma is very angry now, very angry! He really wants to skin these German bastards alive. This kind of idiot who not only refuses to surrender but also deliberately makes trouble for himself should be stuffed under the track plate and minced into minced meat!

"Keep charging! Each vehicle unit can fire at will after loading the main gun shells, and give priority to attacking high-value targets. Each vehicle commander decides independently! Use all the weapons that can fire. Today I will skin these German fascists alive!"

There is no passionate slogan of Ura, only the boundless anger to avenge the sacrificed comrades immediately.

The Soviet steel behemoths spewing thick black smoke continued to advance with roars and roars. The main guns, coaxial machine guns, roof-mounted anti-aircraft machine guns, and all the weapons that could be used, as Malashenko said, were firing crazily, spreading the plague of death in one direction.

The German soldiers on the battlefield who did not know that they had caused a big disaster and angered the evil star, fell down in groups like mowed wheat under the more fierce and crazy firepower.

At this time, being killed on the spot, even if the corpses were blown up on the spot by a 122mm grenade, was considered lucky.

The terrible thing was that those German soldiers who did not die on the spot still had to face the most terrible and horrifying death that they dared not even think of in this life in the pain of despair like the abyss.

"Ah! My legs! Don't go, don't go! Someone help me, please! Don't leave me, don't leave me, save me!"

A German rifleman whose legs were blown off struggled on the ground, wriggling and gasping like a maggot, but he still kept making mournful roars, begging his comrades who were already busy to come and help his brother.

The truth of "a friend dies but a poor man dies" applies at all times, regardless of occasion, country, region, or time span. Who would choose to risk their lives at this time to save a new recruit who has only been in the army for a few days and has no real friends?

The answer is of course no, especially after seeing how "brutal" the Russians were when they broke through the position, no one was willing to waste precious time comparable to life to do such an unreliable thing.

The half-dead German recruits who struggled and crawled on the ground, dragging broken limbs, flesh and bloodstains, and struggling to survive, did not wait for the help of their comrades, but waited for the Soviet steel behemoths who had rushed to the battlefield at some point.

"Help, help! Someone save me, save me!"

While still screaming and shouting, they continued to move forward and crawl hard. The desperate but indomitable desire to survive before death was reflected so vividly at the last moment of the tragedy.

But the occurrence of objective reality is not transferred by people's subjective consciousness. No matter how strong the desire to survive is, it can't change the unstoppable reality that is coming.

"Ah!!!"

Puff——

A scream that resounded through the battlefield sky, so much so that it briefly overshadowed the sound of light weapons gunfire around, accompanied by a container filled with liquid, the sound of the broken sound that was squeezed and exploded in an instant mixed together and resounded in the ears.

Just hearing this sound without seeing it with the naked eye is enough to make ordinary people who have never seen the bloody world feel terrified.

The effect of the human body, which is about 70% water, exploding instantly is completely unbearable to watch. This is a pure explosion caused by the forced crushing of 60 tons of external force, not a scene of being killed on the spot by bullets or shells.

The IS4 heavy tank continued to move forward with a roar without any intention of stopping or being blocked. The wide and solid steel track was covered with bloody pieces of meat and bones.

No one would complain for the invaders. This battle of either you or me has long erased words such as cruelty and humanity from the dictionary.

There is no bullshit chivalry and war rules here, only dead and living people, standing people and lying corpses, whole bodies and human body fragments destroyed into broken limbs.

Blood and minced meat are in unlimited supply here. There is no artistic rendering, only the most realistic cruelty and ruthlessness.

Malashenko, holding the commander's periscope with his eyes as firm as iron, certainly knows what his car has just run over, but it is not important or even worth mentioning.

At this moment, on the battlefield where no surrender is made, only the dead Germans are good Germans. As for how they died, it is not important. What is important is the result of "death", nothing more.

"All crews stop! Machine guns support infantry combat, and main guns can be used when necessary! Be careful not to hurt your own people!"

The task of the tank is to withstand the direct firepower of the enemy's defensive position, tear open an offensive path, and send the own infantry who are performing the task of clearing and occupying positions into the enemy's position, and then start close combat, annihilate and defeat the enemy.

After breaking into the position, the task of the tank is no longer to continue to rush forward.

Malachenko wanted to use the toothpaste-like step-by-step nibbling tactics to squeeze these Germans to death bit by bit with the most powerful firepower. Let these fascist lackeys face the most powerful and overwhelming firepower and despair, and then slowly die in painful despair after realizing that they have no chance of fighting back.

If they die too easily and too quickly, it will be a bargain for these Germans. This is not the result that Malachenko wants.

The battle, in which the scales of victory have already tilted sharply, is still going on. The Red Army soldiers who broke into the positions with various automatic and semi-automatic light weapons in their hands took advantage of the close combat with the German soldiers and had a huge advantage of almost crushing them.

An MG42 had just fired twice and had no time to fire the second burst of short shots, and three or four AKs would be raised and fired wildly.

In this close-range battle, even the MG42, which is famous for its firing rate, can't take advantage of the enemy with an absolute firepower advantage and is beaten to a pulp.

Maybe your MG42 has a fast firing rate, but I can allocate five or even more AKs to deal with your MG42. Is this a fair match? It should be fair. You have to know that you are a squad machine gun. It's not too much to concentrate firepower on you, right? Hmm?

In fact, some German infantrymen who can shoot at AKs are lucky. In some trenches where the situation is even worse, the desperate German soldiers are facing a Russian humanoid tank that can be called a "monster". Not only are they being shot at by AKs, but they are also blown up by iron fists that suddenly fly from nowhere from time to time.

The tanks can't be pushed back, and infantry battles are also suppressed with the most brutal tactics, and there is nothing they can do.

Even though the battle has not ended and is still ongoing, the final outcome of the battle is actually determined at this point.