Chapter 1720: Re-Armed and Re-Attacked

After suffering a terrible round of artillery damage, the German army did not delay for too long. Soon, the second wave of offensive after regrouping pressed towards the Soviet defense position again.

"The Germans are coming again! Get ready for battle!"

"Load the armor-piercing shells, quickly! Aim at the front one in advance and wait for my order!"

The roaring German tanks spewed thick black smoke and rushed over the land. Malashenko, who had left the division headquarters and returned to his combat position before the last moment, was already in position at this moment. With half of his head sticking out of the turret, he quickly understood the first-hand situation of the battlefield.

"Huh? It's the King Tiger coming up? It seems that the reinforcements have arrived. That's good, so I don't regret not packing enough dumplings."

A realistic problem in front of us is that Malashenko cannot understand in time and clearly how many reinforcements the German army he is facing now has gathered to prepare for the attack.

The missing information in the report can only be made up by the latest situation on the battlefield to make a comprehensive judgment. A very important factor that determines whether the current scale of the German army's troop concentration meets Malashenko's expected standard is whether the Germans will increase their troops and how much they will increase when launching the next wave of attacks.

After a rough glance, Malashenko estimated that the German army's second wave of offensive is at least twice as strong as the first wave, and it is likely to be more than that.

After all, even with high-magnification general-level binoculars, there is no way to open the perspective eye to fully see all the German troops. Malashenko can only rely on his intuition and experience to make the final judgment that "the Germans should have become much stronger."

The most direct evidence is that the German armored forces that are rumbling now have the figure of the King Tiger that did not appear in the previous wave of attacks. And there are more exciting things than these. Malashenko even saw some steel monsters that are farther away and can only barely see the general outline. They are slowly moving forward like moving graves and pressing the rear.

Is it a Jagdtiger or something else?

Based on the current situation, Malashenko has no way to make an accurate judgment, and there will not be more time for Malashenko to find a higher-magnification optical reconnaissance equipment to take a closer look.

What's more terrible is that just when our old comrade Ma was still planning to change direction and take another look, the mobile graves of the Germans in the rear had already roared and opened fire.

The shells came with a shrill whistling sound, and they were almost as close as a hurricane. They whistled straight past Malashenko. This was like the whisper of death in his ear. It was so fast that before Malashenko could react, a violent explosion sounded violently behind him.

Boom--

"Fuck! At least two kilometers, the Germans are fucking lucky!?"

Malashenko, who is a full-time tank commander, has a good ability to visually observe the approximate distance between him and the target.

This is not due to advanced equipment or special functions, but simply due to the rich combat experience of an old tank commander. Malashenko already knows the difference in the size of reference objects at different distances, the height of trees, the size and length of the German cars, and the naked eye observation at different distances.

According to Malashenko's naked eye range finding, the test shell that just came over, the German car whose specific model could not be seen clearly, must have been fired at least two kilometers away.

If the German's first shot accuracy is so abnormal that it can almost be used as a sniper rifle and shoot yourself in the head on the spot, you will not believe it even if you kill Comrade Lao Ma. Do you really think that German technology is the best in the world?

But even if it is just pure luck, it is already very scary to be able to hit such an accuracy at a distance of two kilometers.

The crew itself is not simple, and the gunner is probably an old bird. It is one thing, but the gun that fired this shell is likely to be proficient in long-range precision shooting, which is another matter.

Malashenko, with a buzzing head, dared not stay outside the car any longer. Without saying a word, he immediately took back the telescope and the half of his head that was sticking out. When he returned to the car, he closed the hatch. Then he heard Iushkin, the heartless guy, say a stupid thing that almost made people vomit blood.

"Oh! Great, you're okay! I thought the shell just hit you, and I was about to drag you back to the car for rescue. I was really scared!"

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Malashenko, with a black face, had no time to continue arguing with Iushkin, the dirty-mouthed guy. He almost guessed what had made him slip away from the gates of hell just now. Malashenko's expression at this moment seemed particularly solemn.

"Pay attention! This battle is not easy! Those guys on the opposite slope are probably scrap metal! There are Tiger Kings in front of us. The Germans are showing off all their elites!"

Since the Battle of Kursk, Malashenko has never seen the heroic and domineering figure of "Brother Nan".

This is not surprising. After all, Ferdinand is a "waste utilization" product made from nearly 100 prefabricated chassis of Tiger P that have nowhere to be placed. The actual combat performance cannot be said to be too poor, but it is definitely not too good. It can only be said to be mediocre and barely qualified.

With better tank destroyers available, the German army naturally had no need to waste resources to continue building flashy things like the Nango. Therefore, the production of the Nango was fixed at nearly 100 vehicles and had not changed, so it was actually a very low probability to encounter this thing again on the battlefield.

Malashenko was able to make the judgment that the things on the opposite side were scrap iron men, which was actually based on the ultra-long-range shooting accuracy of the previous shot and the extremely fast flight speed of the shells. This effect is unlikely to be produced by the Jagdpanther with a similar size, muzzle velocity and ballistic drop far less than the 88-inch long, so there is no need to say more about the biggest possibility among the remaining options.

What made Malashenko nervous was not only the second wave of offensive equipment changes of the German army.

When those roaring Tiger Kings, under the anti-tank firepower that had already been launched one after another, pushed to the defeat of the first wave of German attack. Malashenko, who had not paid any attention to this, only then noticed that these cunning Germans, after suffering a setback in the first wave of attack, actually plowed the minefield in another round of artillery fire.

As a result, the huge Tiger Kings were finally able to roar past the burning wreckage of their own tanks unimpeded, and continued to advance with a large number of German infantry behind them, charging forward against the Soviet anti-tank fire.

Such a bad result really disappointed Comrade Lao Ma, who had originally hoped that the minefield could play a role again.