Chapter 1724 Calling for Express Delivery

The Germans, who thought their armor could definitely withstand the Russian guns, miscalculated. They never expected that the opponents who were originally powerless to attack would suddenly burst out like chicken blood, and could penetrate the front main armor belt of their own Tiger King without dead angles from any position.

This horrible fact in front of them illustrates a more desperate and cruel situation: the heavy armor of their own Tiger King has become a decoration. In addition to increasing the annoying tonnage, dragging down the mobility, and making the whole vehicle as stupid as a pig to be slaughtered, it has no effective protection.

After the commander of the German armored troops who led the team came back to his senses from the extreme shock, he even began to feel vaguely that this rather horrifying scene in front of him was a trap set by the Russians. The Russians could obviously penetrate their own armor at will, but they pretended to be weak and powerless to attract their own bait, and only closed the net and caught the fish at the last moment when they had no way to escape.

Such a terrible assumption is simply chilling! After realizing this, the German armored commander knew more clearly that there was no way out for him to retreat, and there was no way to retreat.

With the clumsy maneuverability of the King Tiger, it would take enough time for the whole army to be annihilated three or four times from the last 300 meters to the effective range of the Russians. The Russians' terrible firepower just now could do it.

What should we do next?

This seems to be a multiple-choice question, but in fact there is no option that indicates hope.

Retreating means death, and advancing also means death.

Rather than dying on the road of retreat, it is better to fight to the death and try to fight a bloody way out and win the victory from a narrow escape.

"Keep going! Don't worry about the losses, we can win, brothers! We're almost there to break through the Russians' defense! All tanks, charge!"

Major Schlauen is indeed a man. He can force such an order under the almost suffocating pressure of death. There are not many German armored commanders who can do this in the past 44 years.

The serious lack of intelligence made Major Schlauen not know what kind of opponent he was facing. He only knew that the Russians on the opposite side were full of strange signs and puzzled from any angle.

The usual Russian defense position is a large number of anti-tank guns, or even directly pull up the large-caliber cannons of the field artillery to serve as anti-armor firepower.

Their fierce and abnormal firepower is very difficult to deal with, and the anti-tank gun crew is often the most fearless Crazy Ivan, who can persist in fighting even if the tracks are about to run over his face, so the defense of such a position is already very difficult.

But at the moment, this group of Russians, contrary to the norm, had very few anti-tank guns. The anti-armor firepower of the position was all those Stalin heavy tanks that were so tough that even the company commander's 88 could not resist them. They could only rely on luck to cause substantial damage, and those Russian self-propelled artillery that was even more ferocious than Stalin tanks.

Could it be that the defense of this position was a force mainly composed of Russian armored soldiers? Why should such a powerful and highly mobile assault force be wasted on defense? Wouldn't it be better to use it to take advantage of mobility and attack?

Major Schlauen couldn't understand this most abnormal point at all, but while he couldn't figure out why, he felt a hint of indescribable uneasiness that came from nowhere.

It was as if these already terrible Russians in front of him had a bigger conspiracy waiting for him, and he knew nothing about it.

A considerable part of human fear comes from the unknown. Strong uneasiness and fear of the current situation are mixed together, like a lingering dark cloud that always lingers in Major Schlauen's heart, and it cannot be shaken off no matter what.

While people are thinking, the cruel battle is of course continuing at the same time.

The remaining Tiger Kings that received the additional order from Major Schlauen are still moving forward, and behind them are the German infantry who have lost the cover of the original Tiger Kings and are forced to move to the Tiger Kings that can still move and continue to follow the attack.

The battlefield filled with smoke is full of blood and the smell of barbecue. The German infantry who are under great psychological pressure can't see hope, and they are not even sure how long these seemingly invincible big iron guys in front of them can hold on, and whether they will follow the footsteps of the Tiger Kings in the next second and be beaten into a burning steel torch with people and cars.

It's like a ray of hope that breaks through despair in the darkness, enough to save thousands of lives trapped in despair.

Rumble--Crack--Crack--

"Those are our tanks! More tanks! We are saved, reinforcements are here!!!"

"It's the 17th Armored Division! These bastards are finally here! We can kill those Russians!"

"You can see it all! Keep fighting, we still have hope! Long live the Führer!"

The balance of victory that was about to be completely suspended suddenly shook violently and tilted again, but the heavyweight added was not to the Red Army, which was on the verge of victory, but to the German army, which had suffered heavy losses after an unexpected blow.

The German tanks that drove over the hills on the distant horizon, roared into the battlefield, and jumped into the sight were like a vast ocean, making people dizzy and unable to count.

This newly joined German armored force is definitely a fresh force. It is probably the Great German Armored Division that has been beaten up. The inexplicable battlefield intuition makes Malashenko, who witnessed all this, more willing to believe that the Germans have brought another large-scale armored force to fight.

And based on the full-scale pressure of the army in front of him, Malashenko would never believe that the Germans are not rushing for a decisive battle! The Germans who are fighting for this breath are obviously anxious and want to decide the outcome with this wave.

"Damn! Where did all these German broken copper and iron come from? Did they suddenly drill out of the ground!?"

"Stop talking nonsense, open fire quickly! Armor-piercing bullets are good! Shelling!"

"I'm aiming, but comrade commander, you'd better think of a way quickly!"

Iushkin's impatient howl echoed throughout the car, and it was obvious that he was shouting at the top of his voice for fear that our old comrade Ma couldn't hear it.

But compared to Ivushkin, who had become like this, Malashenko, who still held the trump card of destruction in his hand, was not impatient, but showed a strange and cold smile.

He pressed the transmitter in his hand directly when he was able to contact the division headquarters, and blurted out the words without thinking.

"It's time! It's time to call the express delivery. Are they in place?"

The buzzing radio transmitter did not respond immediately. Malashenko, who frowned and thought that the broken machine had broken down again, was about to repeat it again, but he never thought that two sounds came almost at the same time.

"It has arrived above the village. I can hear it in the house. Why don't you look up?"