Chapter 1707 Balala the Fairies?

The fierce and ruthless bombardment of the 122 heirlooms shattered the last remaining hope in the hearts of the German army. The original idea of ​​escaping to the village to escape the disaster became unrealistic at this moment.

You can escape for a while, but you can't escape forever. Even if you retreat to the village, you will still face the second wave of fierce and ruthless attacks from the Russians. No one is stupid enough to think that the Russians will suddenly stop when the situation is so good.

Looking at the countless black Russian heavy tanks, this group of Wehrmacht troops who saw no hope of continuing to fight surrendered, just like what many German troops have done since the launch of Operation Bagration.

"These fascist pigs know to surrender now? I must give them a good beating!"

For the furious Kurbalov who was "surprised" several times, his personal revenge has just begun to be settled.

But just when Kurbalov, holding a compact AK for tank soldiers, got out of the car and jumped down from the turret to fight, a figure running quickly behind him stopped him.

"Comrade regiment commander, the division commander asked us to report the situation immediately. The main force of the division will arrive soon!"

"What!? Arrive soon? How can this be too fast? Are you sure?"

Kurbalov was surprised and unbelievable, while the communications staff nodded without thinking and gave a positive answer.

"No mistake, comrade regiment commander. The division commander told me personally on the radio, how should we reply?"

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Sometimes, some things are so weird that you can't believe it. Kurbalov never thought that Malashenko would arrive so quickly. He basically arrived just as the Germans surrendered. This made Kurbalov, who had not yet figured out how to explain the mess to the division commander, feel a little embarrassed.

"Forget it, I'll take all the responsibility. Anyway, I can't escape, I have to face it."

Although he had made up his mind, when Kurbalov really faced Malashenko, the serious face of the division commander still made Kurbalov, who thought he was prepared, look stunned.

"It looks like a big loss, tell me why."

There was no simple greeting, nor a standard opening between superiors and subordinates. Malashenko's straightforward and straightforward approach caught Kurbalov off guard. After thinking about it, Kurbalov, who had a blank mind, could only tell the truth and tell it one by one.

"The Germans have put in new weapons, comrade commander, and there are more than one. As the commander of the regiment, I did not anticipate the occurrence of this unexpected situation, nor did I prepare the troops and act prudently. This is my personal dereliction of duty, which led to avoidable casualties in the troops."

"I am willing to take all the responsibility for this, comrade commander. It is my mistake that caused more soldiers to pay the price of their lives and caused greater losses to the motherland. This is all my fault."

Malachenko had already felt something bad on the way here.

I took the radio and couldn't contact Kurbalov himself for a long time. The communication staff of the regiment who answered the call directly said to me, "Comrade commander is leading the team to command the battle and is now in a fierce battle."

The battle that dragged Kurbalov to the point where he had no time to answer his radio, Malachenko felt a little uneasy at the time, and felt that things might be quite bad.

Otherwise, Malachenko might not have ordered the main force of the entire division to rush over at the fastest speed, resulting in a serious disconnection between the front and back of the troops' marching column, and they might still be rushing and slowing down halfway.

Malashenko originally guessed that this new weapon might be some unknown broken car. Malashenko knew clearly that the speed of the German armored forces' renewal had greatly accelerated and transcended the existing historical scope.

But judging from the current situation, Malashenko looked around and only found the remains of the No. 3, No. 4 and the Panther on the battlefield ruins outside the village. This was simply a second-rate mixed and miscellaneous German armored force. Who among the first-rate German armored forces would use the No. 3, which was a rag that couldn't even beat the T3476? Malashenko even forgot when he last saw the No. 3.

Since there were no new armored vehicles put into the battlefield, what on earth could make his top general suffer such a big loss?

Malashenko did not directly respond to Kurbalov's "confession and punishment", but instead led the topic to the truly important and interesting side.

"What kind of new weapon caused it? Where is the captured stuff?"

Malachenko didn't mean to beat around the bush and kept going straight to the point. Seeing this, Kurbalov didn't say any more nonsense.

"It's over there, not far from here. Please follow me, comrade division commander."

The thing that caused a lot of unexpected casualties on our side was not a big thing. There were quite a lot of such German individual weapons, which could be seen everywhere in the battle just now. No matter which one it was, Kurbalov led Malachenko to the position and quickly found the nearest one.

"This thing, Comrade Division Commander, is the thing that destroyed our tank in the battle just now. It can destroy the T43 head-on and penetrate the front main armor belt on the turret and the front of the car body, but fortunately it can't do anything to our IS6 heavy-duty tank. The tank, neither the front nor the sides, can withstand the attacks of this thing very well after adding the new armor upgrade kit.”

Kulbalov, who was handling a strange thing for the first time, introduced the situation of the battle to Malashenko while carefully looking at the thick iron pipe in his hand, which was estimated to weigh about ten kilograms.

In terms of weight alone, it is really not light, far superior to ordinary firearms and even the familiar Iron Fist. At this point, Kulbalov has finally figured out why the German infantrymen who just operated this thing seemed to be having a hard time. .

Carrying a large iron pipe weighing ten kilograms on the shoulders requires maintaining balance and aiming without exerting any effort. It is estimated that only those circus clowns who have specially practiced can do it.

"This looks a bit like those Balalaka rocket launchers that the Americans supported us. Comrade Division Commander, they are all carried on an iron pipe on the shoulders. Could it be the same type of weapon?"

Looking at the thing held by Kulbalov in front of him, his right eyelid couldn't help but twitch twice. Of course, Malashenko knew what this familiar thing in front of him was, but he felt a little obsessive-compulsive disorder. It seemed that Kurbalov had to correct his mistakes first.

"That thing is called Bazooka! And Balalaka, why don't you call it Balalala Little Demon Fairy?"