Chapter 1897 Steel Roar

If he could meet the bastards of the 502nd Battalion as soon as he rushed forward, this would naturally be what Malashenko wanted most. Read

But unfortunately, after just one day of leaving the battlefield, the signs of the 502nd Battalion's activities this morning have disappeared.

The group of German troops in front of Malashenko were not the troops of the 502nd Battalion, but a German infantry division that was transferred here at some unknown time and stationed here overnight.

It is obvious that the German army is still unwilling to have its direction and activity space compressed again and again. Whenever there is a possibility, it will try to push the front line forward and strive for more actual control of the territory.

If the Soviet army on the opposite side is an ordinary force, it may be okay to do so. Even if the German infantry division with enhanced firepower is not good, it can at least resist for a while and will not retreat at the speed of light.

But the problem is that this group of newly transferred German infantry divisions are not facing ordinary enemies. They are the Stalin Guards First Tank Division that has just obtained the revenge BUFF, and the troops led by the iron butcher Malashenko.

Although there were losses in the continuous fierce fighting, there were still more than 200 battle tanks of various models. Malashenko, who was too lazy to waste time with these German bastards, invested all his troops in the first wave of attack. Three tank regiments plus an infantry regiment left no one behind. The troops were divided into two groups and began to attack with all their strength from the north and south directions with friendly forces.

The goal of the operation was very clear and there was only one, to cut off the nail of the northern salient like a whistling axe.

As long as the ground connection between the German army cluster in the salient and the rear troops was cut off, it would only be a matter of time for these Germans who had no way to go to heaven or earth to surrender. Open up the north and south offensive routes to form a line and meet in the hinterland behind the German army cluster in the salient. The mission goal was so simple.

"Attention, all crews, keep suppressing fire, deal with the German machine guns first, and cover our infantry to charge up! Forward!"

Before the battle began, the fierce artillery fire that roared in had washed their faces for an hour. The hastily built German infantry division's defensive positions had already been bombed like the surface of the moon.

The anti-armor heavy weapons that dared not put too many on the first line of defense were basically blown up. When the battle really started, the remaining anti-armor firepower that could still be fired was very few. There were not even a few anti-tank guns below 75 caliber, not to mention those large-caliber anti-tank guns.

Malashenko, holding the transmitter in one hand and the commander's periscope in front of him with the other hand, was fully focused. Kirill's harmonica was put in the chest pocket of the lining of the combat uniform by Malashenko and carried close to him.

This battle is not only for Malashenko, but also for Kirill. Malashenko wants Kirill to witness continuous victories with him in this way, until the day when the evil heart of fascism is crushed.

The remaining German soldiers who were running around with all kinds of long guns and short guns on the battlefield were very panicked. The whistling heavy artillery barrage and the rain of rockets from the sky had already caused them huge casualties. They had no time to react before they were hit in the face by such a ferocious Russian steel monster, accompanied by a group of equally murderous infantry.

"Anti-tank man! Where are the anti-tank men!? We need anti-tank weapons, anything! Where are they!?"

The German captain, who was blown up, was hiding in a huge crater and shouting at the soldiers around him. After the Russians' shelling, the two 75mm anti-tank guns he was originally in charge of had evaporated as if they did not exist on the earth.

The place where the anti-tank gun position and the simple earthwork shelter were originally set up is now just two huge craters. Yes, the huge crater where the captain is now is one of them.

Without the anti-tank gun, we can only rely on other anti-armor weapons. Among the anti-armor weapons that can be thought of and can be used quickly, only the iron fist and the tank killer can solve the urgent problem. The captain is already anxious like a fire on his butt, and he wishes that the soldiers holding these two objects can appear in front of him quickly, no matter how fast they are, it will not be fast enough.

As if they came to respond to the captain's call, several German soldiers holding iron fists or carrying large chimneys on their shoulders stumbled as if they were drunk, and tried to approach from another crater in the distance by taking advantage of various debris along the way.

"It's Det, Det and the others found the rocket launcher! We are saved!"

The captain was not the only one hiding in the bomb crater. The soldiers around him who were also hiding in the bomb crater also saw the exciting scene, and they shouted excitedly with their eyes shining as if they were dying and grabbed a life-saving straw.

But, does finding the rocket launcher mean that they are really saved?

I'm afraid not.

It was already very difficult for several German anti-tank soldiers who were carrying large objects in their hands and shoulders to get close. It was like a lot of machine gun bunkers were arranged in front of the position. The fierce machine gun barrage was now hitting them head-on and crisscrossing.

It was not easy to get through such a crazy barrage of bullets. Several German soldiers who were carrying heavy objects and had limited mobility almost became rats crossing the street and dancing in bullets, but even so, they still didn't expect that there would be more unlucky surprises.

Swoosh——

Boom——

A blast that was even more powerful than the roar of a 122mm cannon suddenly exploded on the battlefield, just a stone's throw away from the German anti-tank soldiers who were running all the way.

The huge explosion was like a gas tank exploding in the back kitchen of a hotel, instantly blowing away everything around, whether it was the weapon wreckage parts on the ground or the arms, legs, heads and minced meat of people, everything that could be lifted up, all blew up into the air like scraps of paper blown away by the wind.

The captain hiding in the crater was already quite far away, but he was still hit by the sudden burst of flames and storms, and he couldn't open his eyes and his head was buzzing.

When the captain, who felt that the whole world seemed to be trembling in a blur, opened his eyes again, and shook his head with the intention of doing something meaningful, he felt a soft touch with his right hand, but it was very wrong.

"What is that?"

If you touch something that looks wrong, you will definitely look at it subconsciously, but the result of turning your head subconsciously is even more disgusting.

A bloody thigh whose owner is unknown is pressed under your hand. The reason why it feels soft is because your palm is pressing the broken flesh and limbs soaked in blood. Even if an old soldier encounters this sticky and warm scene, he will not feel very good.