Chapter 1729 We Were Abandoned

"Fire! Send those German metal garbage to the sky!"

Boom boom boom——

The 122 heirlooms, the No. 4 and the Three Bald, are indeed very luxurious, and the result is also devastating.

Most of the Tiger Kings and Panthers that were taken away by the 122 guns can still leave a barely intact tank wreckage, but for the No. 4 and the Three Bald, which have fragile armor and extremely narrow space inside the vehicle, the 122mm projectile and the terrifying warhead charge caused by the explosion effect are completely destructive.

Under Malashenko's roaring command, the heavy tanks of the Second Regiment only fired the first wave of volleys after leaving the position, and took away a large number of German tanks in a huge wave of flames and explosions.

The group of German armored soldiers who stayed behind as scapegoats were of low quality and had few good cars. They were all garbage like the No. 4 and the Three Bald, which were generally at the bottom. More importantly, there were not many of them, only less than 20.

Such a violent first wave of fierce attacks directly cut the total number of tanks of the German rear guard in half. Amid the violent explosions, armor fragments and parts were scattered everywhere, and the German infantry who sought cover and fought around the tanks were also in trouble.

What a parking lot hit by a tornado looks like, and what the German sticks around the tanks whose ammunition exploded look like, one by one, they were swept into sieves, torn into pieces, and fell into a pool of blood.

"Damn it! The Russian heavy tanks are focusing fire on us, we are dead!"

"Don't worry about that, those T43s are already rushing up! Hurry up and use the iron fist to deal with them first! Quick!"

"Don't retreat! Fight, keep fighting! Our mission is to delay"

Swoosh——

Boom——

A German officer who was holding a Walther pistol and giving orders loudly didn't even have time to finish his words. An 85mm high-explosive bomb that came straight from nowhere exploded under his feet, breaking a large crater.

The annihilation of the body happened in a split second. The surrounding German soldiers didn't even have time to see how their leader died. They only saw a crater where a person should have been standing after the explosion, and a pile of bloody and meaty debris that couldn't be identified as human body parts. "We will become like this too! We will be the same as him!!! Damn the war, I don't want to die! I want to surrender, I want to surrender to the Russians!!!"

"Surrender? Do you think that if you surrender, the Russians will let you go? Don't think too much!"

"If you don't surrender, I can't do anything about it, so don't stop others! Get out of my way!"

Boom--

"Ah! Legs, legs, my legs!"

The short and fierce argument was once again ruthlessly interrupted by the roar of the explosion. The two comrades who were still arguing saw the poor unlucky guy who was screaming loudly with his legs blown to pieces and his pale thigh bones exposed.

The miserable scene with great visual impact always comes so directly and realistically, too suddenly and quickly. The two people who were still arguing just now have now all shut up at the same time. To describe it more accurately, it should be that they don't know what to say or what to argue about, and even whether there is any meaning in arguing anymore is unknown.

"We were abandoned, right?"

"Yes, it was like this the moment we were left behind."

"Then what responsibility do we have! I don't even want to be a soldier! If those bastards hadn't forced me to come, who would be willing to wear this dog skin to come to Russia to get shot? I quit!"

The transformation from complaining to actual action came quite quickly. When Malashenko was about to use the last wave of volleys to send the last small group of remaining German troops, which were less than a company, to the road, the white rags on the Mauser rifles had slowly risen from behind the wreckage of the tank.

"Please stop firing! You won, we decided to surrender!"

Listening to this poor German-flavored Russian and looking at the German white flag that he hadn't seen for some time, Malashenko, who couldn't help but raise a little arc at the corner of his mouth, finally smiled and spoke.

"Yes, this is the wise choice."

The Red Army soldiers who set out from the position and charged outward were extremely fast. With the medium tanks leading the way, they quickly rushed to the German position, disarmed all the listless and completely unwilling German surrenders, and quickly gathered them together for easy management. This experience of dealing with prisoners was obviously familiar to them.

Seeing such a scene from the commander's periscope in his hand, Malashenko realized that the short battle in front of him had come to an end, and then pushed open the turret hatch above his head and leaned out his entire upper body.

"Comrade division commander, how should we deal with these German prisoners?"

Malashenko, who had just leaned out of the turret, had not had time to look around, and then he heard someone calling him next to the car. He subconsciously looked back and found that it was an infantry lieutenant who was saluting and asking him questions.

Looking at the German prisoners of war who were being escorted in a line and were all staying obediently, Malashenko had no interest in these guys. He then waved his hand at the group of German prisoners as if he was shooing away flies and began to give orders.

"Get them all away! We don't have time to deal with this bunch of naughty garbage! Leave it to the comrades of the infantry division who are helping us to defend the position. We are all considered their prisoners. Our division has a bigger mouthful of meat waiting to eat!"

"Yes, Comrade Commander!"

It was only after he drove the car out of the position and arrived at the remains of the battlefield that Malashenko had time to take a closer look at the hell-like scene in front of him.

Countless German tank wrecks are scattered all over the battlefield. Some of them are lying on the battlefield like unclaimed zombie vehicles, with their heads tilted. Others are like a crematorium with full firepower, burning like a crematorium. No, who knows how long these German guys’ one-stop service urns will have to burn to the end.

After sniffing the strange mixed smell of gunpowder, gasoline, and blood in the air, Malashenko, who frowned, just pinched his nose, as if to make it feel better, and then stopped driving. After staying outside for too long, he returned to his position as commander once the hatch cover was closed.

"Each vehicle crew continues to move forward and catch up with the pursuing troops of the 1st and 3rd regiments as soon as possible! The distance between the vehicles is spread out and a dispersed assault formation is used. The infantrymen get on the vehicles and set off immediately!"