Chapter 1798: Close-Range Evasion

The battle-hardened Malashenko had never encountered such a horrible emergency. The roaring and roaring of the enemy's artillery echoed in his ears, but he could not see the specific location of the target, and even the trace of the huge muzzle fire and smoke when the heavy artillery fired could not be seen.

"Damn fascist bastards, it's really fucking hell!"

The various noises of the exchange of fire on the battlefield were more exciting than the fireworks on New Year's Eve in China. The various complex noise pollutions intertwined together greatly reduced Malashenko's hearing recognition ability.

It was quite good to be able to barely distinguish the direction of the artillery sound. It was impossible for Malashenko to hear the specific location of the artillery sound. Even if Comrade Ma had a pair of super hearing, he could not do it.

Malashenko was extremely anxious at the moment. It was more appropriate to describe Comrade Ma's current state as anxious and angry.

Although he knew that the Germans were using large-caliber heavy artillery to bombard him, he just couldn't find the specific location of these things.

Coming up with an effective and immediately executable countermeasure as soon as possible was the top priority at the moment. Malashenko, whose head and eyes were spinning in a hurry, suddenly had an idea. A solution that was not a solution had become the only choice at the moment.

"Each crew should speed up and rush to the German position and entangle with the enemy! The infantry will get off the car when they are close to the position! I want to see if these bastards dare to bomb their own people!"

Large-caliber artillery is an absolutely first-class killer on any ground battlefield.

It is often said that bullets are blind, but artillery shells are even more blind than bullets, and large-caliber artillery shells are absolutely blind among the blind.

A large-caliber artillery with a caliber of more than 100 mm can definitely hit a large area with one shot. In most cases, the range AOE damage is beneficial to the party controlling the artillery fire, which can kill the enemy's soft targets to the greatest extent. A large-caliber artillery shell can instantly sweep down a large area of ​​infantry with the explosion shock and shell skin.

However, nothing is absolute. Large-scale AOE damage is sometimes not an absolute good thing, such as when the artillery distance is too close and is enough to accidentally hurt one's own side.

An obvious reality is that the position where Malashenko led the team to charge at this moment is less than 500 meters away from the edge of the German position.

A 500-meter charge distance may be a big trouble for infantry, but for armored forces with strong armor and powerful guns that move forward on steel tracks, it is basically a matter of stepping on the accelerator.

Once the troops rushed to the position and mixed with the Germans, Malashenko did not believe that these bastards would still have the courage to fire at him at this time. If a large-caliber artillery misses and hits one's own head, it will be a lot of fun, especially since there is no precision guidance for artillery shells these days. The accuracy of howitzers with indirect high-altitude trajectory can basically be said to be a batch of poor. It is absolutely not dared to fire randomly to make up for the lack of accuracy purely by relying on quantity.

This method cannot be said to be very good, and even has to continue to rush forward for a distance under the fierce bombardment of the Germans, but it is already the only feasible plan at the moment. Apart from this, Malashenko really can't think of a better and more immediate way than this. He did it without hesitation again.

The vanguard troops who received Malashenko's order began to accelerate and sprint at full speed. The German positions that were already close were shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It can be said that Malashenko's order was indeed timed. The German positions that had just been bombed by artillery fire did not have much resistance at the moment. A large number of firepower points were directly destroyed during the artillery preparation, but the prepared firepower points had not been delivered in time to replenish them. Even if the action was fast, it would still take a lot of time.

Seizing this opportunity, Malashenko made the right judgment by issuing an order to accelerate the sprint. The vanguard troops that rushed at high speed encountered almost no decent resistance.

The sparse defensive firepower of the German positions was pitifully few even with anti-tank guns. Those German soldiers who were dizzy from the artillery preparation were like drunken. Many of them had to pick up their weapons and enter the combat position as soon as they staggered out of the surviving anti-artillery holes, facing the heavy steel monsters of the Russians with strong armor and powerful guns.

How much combat power can you expect from the infantry in this state? The answer must be that you can't count on it, don't expect too much.

After being bombarded by heavy artillery for half an hour, he was still able to stumble and pick up his gun to enter the position and prepare for battle. Such combat quality is already very impressive. The flesh and blood of the weak mortal body has its limits after all.

"Russians, Russian tanks are coming! Bring all the iron fists over, quickly!"

"They are all buried in the hole, where can we dig them now!?"

"There must be more on the position! Look in the trenches, they may be buried under the soil, look quickly!"

The boxes of iron fists stored in the anti-artillery caves were buried directly in them and could not be taken out. There were indeed some ready-made iron fists in the trenches, but on the one hand, the number was scarce and could not meet the actual demand, and on the other hand, the fierce bombardment of the Russians just now raised a lot of dust, which had buried a considerable part of these iron fists in the soil and disappeared.

So, a very magical and somewhat funny scene was staged on the German position.

Seeing that the enemy's heavy tanks were about to rush to their faces, the German soldiers, who were all panicking like rats whose tails were stepped on, not only did not pick up the light weapons at hand to resist the enemy, but instead took folding engineer shovels or any digging tools they could find at hand, or even bare hands, desperately dug and groped in the shelled loose soil under their feet, trying to find the last straw to save their lives.

The strange movements of the German soldiers were seen by Malashenko. With a little thought, he could probably guess that the Germans were not digging for gold in the soil, but were turning over the buried weapons. Malashenko, with a sneer on his face, even felt that these fascist running dogs were a bit "pitiful".

Knowing that they were going to be destroyed and there was no escape, they still did this meaningless and desperate useless work. It was unfortunate enough to be in this state before death.

"Don't stop firing the coaxial machine guns of each crew. If there are still infantrymen alive on the vehicles, keep the rooftop machine guns firing! Neither the tanks nor the machine guns can stop, press these fascist rubbish forward! Hurrah!!!"