Chapter 1687 Conquering a Powerful Being (Part 1)

After half an hour of artillery preparation, there was another charge. It was only after the troops actually rushed up that Iushkin, who was originally confused, realized that the situation was really very different from what he imagined.

"Didn't these Germans sleep last night? Why did they get another group of people to dig the soil here? Are they preparing to dig their own graves?"

There was only one reason for the second artillery preparation: the German reinforcements that rushed to block Malashenko last night began to build defensive positions overnight to try to resist the Soviet assault that would be launched tomorrow.

However, this situation did not escape the eyes of the Red Army scouts who were lurking at night. The coordinates of the artillery attack were sent to the hands of the artillery units in the rear at night. What awaited these German troops was only the devastating death from the sky again.

"Stop talking nonsense! High-explosive shells are loaded. First, destroy the anti-tank guns on the positions. Prepare for battle!"

As long as there are Germans who dare to stand in front of him, Malashenko will naturally not say much, just pick up his weapons and fight. Large-caliber shells are needed to deal with these Germans.

It was somewhat similar to the situation yesterday morning. The German army, which was stunned by the bombing on the simple defense positions built overnight, had no time to catch its breath. The tremors of the ground under their feet indicated that a more terrifying nightmare had already struck. The Soviet steel monsters that were roaring and spewing thick black smoke had already killed their faces.

"Prepare for battle! Everyone, get on the position, pick up your guns, quickly!"

The German grassroots officers waving pistols in their hands shouted orders to the surviving soldiers around them, and those staggering German soldiers who seemed to be drunk were trying their best to do as the officers asked, picking up the weapons at hand and running to the combat position to put up their guns first.

But what was waiting for them ahead was not good. Before many German soldiers entered the battle position, the first wave of 122mm high-explosive grenades from the main gun roared and hit their faces, exploding.

"I didn't find any anti-tank guns, so I can only attack the infantry first."

Iushkin, who was mumbling with some dissatisfaction, seemed to want to kill more valuable targets. Artyom, who was used to doing more and talking less in battle, was struggling to load shells. He took a 122mm projectile from the ready-to-fire ammunition rack at the rear end of the turret and turned around to put it into the gun barrel.

At the same time, Malashenko, who was holding on to his position as the commander, felt something was strange and wrong. The situation in front of him seemed to be different from what he had expected for today's battle.

If it was still pure infantry defense like yesterday, then why did the Germans go to so much trouble to secretly bring the troops up in the middle of the night and dig a defensive position here?

Judging from the situation, the situation of the Germans in front of him is not much better after being baptized by heavy artillery. There are not many anti-tank guns that have been shown and fired. It is even possible that these Germans did not bring many anti-tank weapons at the beginning. What is the difference between such tactics and such defense and giving them away for free?

Let alone saying that these Germans are stupid enough to think that they can use human corpses to jam the tank tracks and stop the Soviet army from advancing. Malashenko would never believe that these Germans can be so stupid.

There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. Malashenko would rather believe that the Germans have prepared some back-up plan that he does not know about, or even weaved some conspiracy and set a trap that he does not know about. It is better to believe that the enemy is cunning than to treat the enemy as a fool.

"What could it be? What on earth are these Germans up to?"

Just as Malashenko was wondering in his heart, Artyom picked up a propellant from the floor of the vehicle and was about to put it into the barrel to complete the loading, an unexpected emergency occurred at this moment.

Boom--

Swoosh--

Ding--

It was hit! And it was an armor-piercing shell!

In the moment when the huge metal collision sound echoed in the car, Malashenko, who felt that his scalp was numb from the shock, had only this thought in his mind.

Malashenko couldn't figure out that the IS4 heavy tank, which was thick-skinned and had frontal protection far exceeding that of the IS6, could be shaken into this state. Could it be that the bastard Germans on the opposite side pulled up the 150mm Evergreen Howitzer again? And they were also equipped with special armor-piercing shells?

Malashenko shook his head vigorously and forced himself to wake up. He straightened the commander's periscope in front of him. He was still alive and able to move, which meant that the armor was not penetrated. Since he was not dead, he had to hurry up and do something, such as finding the German bastard who dared to touch his tiger whiskers.

"Did you see anything? Iushkin!"

"No, I didn't see anything! My head hit the gun bolt, and I had no vision just now!"

"Damn it! Find that bastard for me quickly"

Boom--

Whoosh--

Ding--

Malashenko hadn't had time to finish his words. Unexpectedly, the impact of the first shell had not dissipated, and then another armor-piercing shell came in with a bang.

"I saw it! At one o'clock, the muzzle flash is there!"

Although this was still a shell that did not penetrate the armor-piercing shell, fortunately Iushkin saw the direction of the shell and reported to Malashenko as soon as he was hit.

Malachenko has forgotten the last time he used such a stupid method as "being beaten to find the enemy" to find the German who dared to harm him. The longer time passed, the more angry Malachenko became. Malachenko swore that he must send this bold German to the sky, and the commander's periscope in his hand immediately pointed to the direction Ivushkin said.

"Sister Sisi? No, that's not right, Cheetah??? Damn, the damn thing is actually a fucking Jagdtiger!!!"

In this era without electronic devices to hurt the eyes, most young people actually have very good eyesight, and Malachenko's eyesight is the best among contemporary young people, and he can be a fighter pilot.

Holding the commander's periscope, at a distance of 300 meters, he can already see the fat German monster opposite, who just came out from the hidden bushes clearly.

The huge iconic vehicle body is not comparable to the skinny Panther or Panther. The huge fighting room on the heavy chassis is just like an illegal bunker. The thick gun barrel standing at the front of the fighting room and connected to the pig nose gun shield at the root is too lazy to install a muzzle brake. This is what a rough and ferocious war machine should look like.

Malashenko swore that he would never mistake this ferocious monster with a too iconic appearance, using the King Tiger chassis and carrying a 128 large barrel. The culprit for the banging of his car was this thing. It was the most powerful heavy anti-tank destroyer in the history of the Third Reich: the Jagdtiger.

This unexpected ferocious beast suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and Malashenko finally understood why the Germans made this seemingly stupid deployment.

With the support of the Jagdtiger, the source of such confidence was found naturally.