Chapter 1727 The Closing Begins

"Then what's next? What should we do next? Wait to collect the bodies of the Germans?"

The tone of Iushkin's question was a little unclear. He really couldn't imagine what meaningful things he could do when the German was in such a miserable state after being bombed.

Malashenko, with a cigarette in his mouth, raised his head again and glanced at the world outside the commander's periscope. The scene of the German struggling in the boiling purgatory still continued. He reached out and ejected the shell casings in the ashtray beside the seat. After blowing the ashes, Malashenko has made a decision.

"Aren't you always looking forward to a real head-to-head battle? Are you still looking forward to it now?"

Iushkin was perked up when he heard this, and his shining eyes seemed to have found the answer he wanted from Malashenko's tone.

"This is just the beginning, Iushkin. Soon, those German guys will know what kind of enemies they shouldn't have provoked, and then they will go to hell where they deserve to go and slowly regret this stupid thing that cost their lives. ”

What Malashenko has been waiting for is this moment, a perfect opportunity to kick off the funeral of the German.

Judging from various signs on the battlefield, the Germans have now gathered at least two and a half armored divisions, or even three or more troops.

This is very good for Malashenko. The opponent that Comrade Division Commander really wants to defeat is by no means an ordinary person in the German army. What's the point of an old lady picking up the persimmons?

Since the enemy cannot bring him the pleasure of conquest in terms of quality, let him gather enough enemies in quantity and then use a devastating blow to take them away in one wave. This is the moment Malashenko has been waiting for.

Malashenko, who put out the dying cigarette butt in the ashtray beside him and blew out the last smoke ring in his mouth, already held the microphone in his hand again.

"Lavry, Kulbalov, set off as planned! The closing operation begins, let us give a funeral to these fascist lackeys!"

The feeling of having two capable generals under his command is simply indescribable. This is also an important basis for the smooth development of Malashenko's plan.

After receiving the order from Malashenko, the main force of the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division, which was lurking on the left and right sides of the village's defensive position, finally began to move slowly like a giant beast waking up from hibernation. Revealing its deadly and ferocious fangs.

Yes, it was only a tank regiment under the Stalin Guards' 1st Tank Division that was deployed on the village's frontal defense position to assist in the defense. It wasn't even Kulbalov's main regiment, it was just the second tank regiment with relatively mediocre combat effectiveness, and it was just commanded by the division commander himself.

The Germans, who had no idea what kind of formidable enemy they were facing, thought that this strange and extremely difficult defensive position was already the biggest obstacle. Little do they know that all the seemingly insurmountable difficulties in front of them are just the tip of the iceberg of an endless nightmare. The real nightmare has only just begun now.

Click, click, buzz—

This is a strange-sounding sound that becomes increasingly harsh as it gets closer. It feels like the production machines in a factory are constantly increasing their operating power and making louder operating noises.

This is true for ordinary people, but for armored soldiers, a technical branch and a special profession, those German armored soldiers who have not yet recovered from the devastating air raids almost faintly heard this terrible sound for the first time. At this time, all the hairs on my body stood up and I became alert.

The special nature of their profession allowed these terrified German armored soldiers to understand instantly even if they only listened with their ears and did not see with their eyes. Only one thing, or a certain kind of thing, can make such an unusually terrifying metal friction sound when it is gathered together and reaches a certain order of magnitude. This is a tank.

"Oh God! The Russians, where did the Russians get so many tanks? Do they have reinforcements!?"

"Damn! There are too many! There must be at least hundreds of heavy tanks. My eyes are full of Stalin! We can't deal with so many!"

"Retreat, quickly! Retreat! Retreat to the starting position to defend, let those elephants cover us, quickly!"

"They can no longer protect themselves, we can only rely on ourselves!"

The sound on the radio was full of chaos and panic approaching the extreme, but the desperate and terrible news continued to arrive, one after another.

The covering firepower that the German armored troops rely on is also regarded as the last hope for a smooth retreat: Those Ferdinands who were just entrenched on the small high ground behind and responsible for covering fire should now be called Elephant heavy tank destroyers. It has long become a pile of burning scrap metal that is being cared for by the Il-2 fleet.

Not all Il-2 attack aircraft carry anti-tank cluster bombs. Some Il-2s still carry a conventional combination of 132 mm air-launched rockets and 100 kg aerial bombs.

To deal with these scattered and not dense German elephants, the use of cluster bombs is obviously too wasteful, and more precise dive tactical air strikes are obviously more appropriate.

Almost at the same time as the main German troops charging on the front line were baptized by cluster bombs, those giant German elephants, which were unable to fight back against the fierce gods in the sky above their heads and were slow and clumsy, seemed to have become IL-2 attack aircraft that could do whatever they wanted. The best stage to display your skills.

The huge and square-shaped Scrap Men were too easy to aim at. It was no problem to hit them with 132mm air-launched rockets, which were not very accurate. Even throwing unguided bombs, which depended more on the feel and experience, next to these Scrap Men was easy enough.

The precise and deadly targeted air strikes almost killed the few Scrap Men.

After a round of rocket and aerial bomb bombing, the firing positions that were still firing fiercely were left with only broken gun barrels, broken tracks, abandoned vehicles, and even more miserable unlucky ones who were turned into a burning torch.

On the other side, the main German forces on the front, which were hit by cluster bombs, were almost unaware of the equally miserable things happening behind them.

It was not until they really planned to retreat and call for cover that they discovered that those Elephant heavy tank destroyers that had been in good condition just now and provided strong fire cover for them were now no longer reliable. They had all been destroyed from the air by the brutal Russian "flying tanks" and turned into a pile of scrap metal.