Chapter 1696 Want to See It?

It was only after the victory that Malashenko saw with his naked eyes that the attacks of the Jagdtigers were not completely useless, and the damage to his own troops was visible to the naked eye.

Several IS6 heavy tanks were unfortunately damaged by the Jagdtiger's attack, and one of them was directly penetrated by the Jagdtiger's powerful 128mm gun, which shot directly into the vehicle from the gun root.

Although the huge explosion failed to blow off the turret of the IS6 heavy tank, it blew it into a charred steel shell that had lost all its running devices and was still burning.

The huge penetration hole at the gun root was as obvious as a rat's hole. The penetration hole made by the 128mm full-caliber capped armor-piercing bullet was indeed much larger, and it was clearly visible to the naked eye from a distance.

The orange-red flames burning in the car were reflected in Malashenko's pupils. Comrade Lao Ma had no intention of guessing what kind of unimaginable pain the tank soldiers in the car had endured in the last moments before their sacrifice, even if it was only for a moment.

"The shells have been burned to this point and have exploded. Let's find some soldiers to put out the fire later. Take the bodies of the comrades out of the car and bury them somewhere, mark them, and write them down with paper. At least their relatives have the right to know where their family members are buried and where they died in the motherland."

The simple two or three sentences were mixed with a hint of sadness. Valosha, who was standing next to Malashenko and listening to his orders, was sure that he could hear it. Dealing with the bodies of the comrades who died, especially those who died in the tanks, is always so heavy, no matter how many times it is repeated.

"I understand, Comrade Division Commander. Someone has been arranged to do it, please rest assured."

"Well, go and send me the casualty statistics, hurry up, we will continue to set off soon."

"By the way, have you seen Comrade Political Commissar?"

Malachenko's question came without any sign, and Valosha could only shake his head.

"I haven't seen him, maybe he is on his way? He may arrive soon."

Valosha is the commander of the infantry regiment after all, not a commander of the division guard force. Malachenko, who understands this, is just asking casually, and it doesn't matter if there is no result. Malachenko has already thought about doing something like this before Comrade Political Commissar arrives, and has a clear goal.

"Then let's do it this way first. Remember to organize the prisoners and don't let any of them run away. Hand them over to the friendly forces in the rear for them to deal with. We don't have time to be dragged down by these Nazi running dogs."

"Yes, Comrade Division Commander."

As usual in the intervals between battles, Malachenko turned around again and saw a busy scene within his field of vision.

The infantry was busy escorting the German prisoners who had raised their hands to surrender, and collecting the enemy's weapons and putting them together. They were thrown into the truck compartment in piles like bundles of dry firewood, ready to be packed and transported away.

The tank soldiers temporarily turned off the engine, and got off the car with wrenches and maintenance tools to check the damage of the vehicle. If there was a problem that the crew could repair on the spot or deal with urgently, they would solve it on the spot and seize the time. The crews of the vehicles that had no problems or were not damaged in the previous battle were busy replenishing the main gun and machine gun ammunition and filling the consumption.

The Stalin heavy tank was indeed extremely powerful and very strong, and it also had the advantages of Soviet tanks that they could withstand long-distance travel, were tough and durable, and had a high range when full of fuel. There was no need to refuel as soon as possible during the battle like the Germans.

However, this low ammunition reserve led to the problem of uninterrupted ammunition supply. Replenishing ammunition as soon as there was time was the real situation of the Stalin Guards First Tank Division. While enjoying the large-caliber power of the 122mm main gun and the 7mm machine gun, it is inevitable that the large-caliber ammunition cannot carry too much.

Everything has two sides. It is impossible for you to have all the advantages of large caliber, high power and high ammunition load. Malashenko is well aware of this and does not think there is anything wrong.

Anyway, it is idle anyway, so it is not a bad thing to make efficient use of time and replenish a few shells in the car in advance, isn't it?

"Hello, division commander!"

"Salute you, comrade division commander."

"Well"

Any soldier who has come into contact with Malashenko along the way will basically stop and salute like Malashenko. Comrade division commander who can get along with the soldiers is also as usual without any official airs. The action of responding and returning the salute does not stop all the way, and it continues until Malashenko returns to his car.

"Didn't you ask those fascist pigs why they became so vulnerable? In 1941, they had to fight for at least three more rounds before they surrendered. Today's situation is simply outrageous."

Iushkin was still as talkative as ever. Even when he was half-crouching on the turret, he just took the propellant cartridge handed up by Artyom from under the vehicle with both hands and handed it to Seryosha in the turret.

"You should ask yourself. I don't have the time."

Malachenko's tone was a little disdainful, but Iushkin must have been joking and not really angry.

"Yeah, that's right. Comrade commander is a busy man, unlike me, who is idle all day and doesn't even have enough to smoke a pipe."

I know what you are going to do as soon as you stick your butt out. This is what Malashenko wants to say to Iushkin the most, but in the end, it is replaced by actual actions.

With a tall figure of just over 1.9 meters, he raised his arm and handed the cigarette out of the cigarette box to the turret without saying a word.

Iushkin, who knew that the tank commander would not let him down, immediately grinned like a lotus flower. Iushkin, who had been smoking the general's special cigarettes for a long time, had become picky. He looked down on the lieutenant's cigarettes in his pocket and disdained to smoke them.

"Hehe, this thing is still good to smoke. I love to smoke this next to the smoking German stick corpse."

Malashenko, who did not comment on Iushkin's self-satisfied unique hobby, also lit a cigarette for himself, and then pointed to the thing not far away and started to talk about business.

"Are you interested in going to see it? This is the latest secret weapon of the Germans. It was defeated by us in its first appearance. Hitler must be so angry that he even had to tremble when he took off his glasses."

Artyom handed the armor-piercing shell in his arms to Iushkin, and picked up the rag on the side of the vehicle to wipe the stains on his hands.

"Now? Do we have time? I thought we had to set off immediately."

Malashenko raised his cigarette and took another puff, but he didn't say anything more. He just went ahead and said something to the crew members behind him.

"Come on, who dares to say that he is not interested? There is still time to watch for a few minutes."

Iushkin squatting on the turret, Seryosha sticking his head out of the turret, and Artyom leaning on the side armor of the vehicle with one hand, the three brothers looked at each other and finally the "acting tank commander" Iushkin made up his mind.

"Let's go~ He said so, so why are you still standing there?"