Chapter 1995 I, Malashenko, Have Received Rigorous Training

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"This is our only chance. The armored forces are our only hope. No matter how heavy the casualties are, we must defeat the Russian blocking forces and force the Russian assault group to retreat, otherwise everything will be over."

The situation is already very clear, and victory or defeat depends on this fight.

Winning this assault-assault armored encounter that is about to start has become the only hope for the Great German Division to avoid being crippled or even completely wiped out in this battle.

Yes, who could have predicted that the war situation would develop so quickly and deteriorate so sharply.

A few hours ago, the Great German Division was still chasing after the enemy's buttocks of two brigades with a triumphant song, chasing and attacking all the way forward for nearly 20 kilometers before barely stopping and withdrawing to the starting position, continuing to consolidate defenses and waiting to meet the next wave of incoming enemy troops.

Unexpectedly, just a few hours later, the Great German Division had just fought with the new enemy for less than half an hour, and was actually beaten to a situation where it had to bet on a "key battle" to decide life and death.

As for completely defeating the enemy in front of them, causing heavy damage to them or even annihilating them.

Not only Manteuffel, but everyone in the entire Great German Division headquarters did not dare to think about it, but no one could realize this, realizing that the Great German Division, which was originally eager to win, was beaten into this "survival road" in just half an hour.

The armored forces assigned to the Great German Division had no way to support the defense of the position. The Soviet tank cluster in front of them, which was running like a beast out of a cage, seemed to be about to ride on their faces and had to fight.

To support the defensive battle now is tantamount to exposing the weakness to the enemy without caring about the head.

If you want to support the defensive battle, you must first kill the powerful enemy in front of you. There is no choice at all.

"Is this the resurrected garbage? The Type 4 in front, the Tiger in the middle, and the old Panther I? Where did the Germans find so many rare and broken cars to put together? Is it their waste recycling plant?"

Iushkin, holding an independent wide-angle periscope, marveled at the Germans' "hodgepodge of garbage". It was rare to put so many rare and broken cars together to form a reorganized armored unit, at least that's what Iushkin thought.

Malashenko, who was not surprised at all, knew very well how bad the German rear military industry had become.

The industrial areas were bombarded by the US and the Japanese bombers all day long, and the various steel monsters were forced to upgrade one after another by the cruel armored confrontation on the Eastern Front. If the German military industry could still guarantee production capacity in this state, it would be a ghost. A hodgepodge armored unit with a variety of tanks was the normal situation.

Besides, this Great German Division II is just a newly formed unit hastily formed.

Just look at the name on the top, don't take it seriously.

Malashenko never thought that this Great German Division II would be more difficult to deal with than the Great German Division I. After all, the longer the war drags on, the weaker the Germans will be, whether it is the overall equipment or the quality of the soldiers.

Of course, this also means that this armored-to-armored encounter, which was already a foregone conclusion, will be easier to deal with than expected.

Driving an IS7 Hammer IV?

Puff——

Sorry, although this is a battlefield, Comrade Lao Ma really couldn't help it.

Mr. German, I am a major general of the Soviet tank soldiers, a two-time winner of the Soviet Hero Award, and a well-known tank hero in my motherland. I, Malashenko, have received strict training. No matter how funny it is, I will not laugh unless I can't help it.

"Attention, all crews, aim at the Germans in the front first. They can't penetrate our armor, don't let them rush over to us, get ready to shoot in combat position! Load armor-piercing shells!"

When the main armor is immune to the opponent's attack, of course, it is better to keep a distance from the opponent, and it is more advantageous to bully others with heavy firepower, just like the situation Malashenko is facing now.

The German tanks did stop and fire at a farther distance, which is the advantage of the Germans who are used to high-precision, high-caliber fishing rod main guns. The Soviet tanks actually rushed into their own assured normal combat distance against the enemy's armor-piercing projectiles, and then they started to stop and take combat positions and fire.

Anyway, the Germans' broken guns will only make a noise when they shoot up, and it's just a matter of taking two shots, and it doesn't matter if they rush forward for a distance.

On the contrary, when the Soviet tank cluster opened fire, the German armored soldiers on the opposite side were like passers-by standing on the beach watching the sea, and were slapped hard by the huge waves. They felt miserable immediately.

Boom boom boom --

Boom boom --

The violent explosions of tanks continued one after another. The 122mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectiles with unreasonable charge in the warhead had a devastating killing effect, especially for the small and crowded broken car like the No. 4 at the front. It was absolutely certain to penetrate and explode if it penetrated. It was difficult to leave a complete body if it was hit into a zombie car.

Armor fragments, body parts, flying road wheels, and turrets that were flying straight into the sky like a rocket were blown up everywhere. The dozen No. 4s that rushed to the front as pioneers were torn into pieces as soon as they were hit by the first wave.

The test firing was ineffective, and the shells only made a noise. The Russians on the opposite side did not step on the accelerator like a fool to charge, but chose to stop at a disgusting position to keep a distance and start the can-opening game on the spot.

The German armored forces, who were forced into a desperate situation, had no choice but to do something meaningful and risk their lives instead of continuing to fight and shoot at the opposite side. This battle that must be won had no way to retreat, and there was no retreat. The result was that they continued to step on the accelerator and charge as Malashenko expected.

"Very good, if you are in a hurry to die, I will grant your wish. Remember not to be a dog for the fascists in your next life."

"All the crews of the guard company stop the car, aim at the German tin cans and shoot them!"

"Iushkin! Aim at the broken German car that you can see rushing in the front, and send them to the sky! Fire at will!"

Not only Malashenko's No. 177 command vehicle, but all the IS6 heavy tanks of the entire guard company, which were closely united around the division commander, stopped, one by one, and all began to turn the turret to join the killing feast of the can-opening competition.

The 130mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectile loaded into the chamber in advance is ready to go. Iushkin, who has been waiting for this moment for a long time, has been itching to do it. The first German stick crew who is lucky enough to die under the muzzle of the 130mm cannon is about to be born.

"Accept the cordial greetings of communism, fascist bastards!"

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