Chapter 227 The Withered Iron Cross Flower

Although the heroic Soviet tank crews destroyed the same number of German tanks as their own in this almost one-for-one manner, there were still some KV1 heavy tanks that were still able to fight without suffering fatal injuries after the impact.

But this result is not a good thing for the First Heavy Tank Company led by Malashenko, who has an obvious disadvantage compared with the German army in terms of the number of tanks.

After repeated battles and collisions, the First Heavy Tank Company led by Malashenko now has only five KV1 heavy tanks and one T34 medium tank left that are still capable of continuing to fight.

And this includes Malashenko's own battalion command vehicle, which is less than half the number when he just fought against German tanks.

Although the hostile German tank group suffered greater losses than the first heavy tank company led by Malashenko, only a dozen or so of the more than 40 German tanks that drove in during the confrontation were still capable. In terms of combat capabilities, it still has an overwhelming numerical advantage three times that of the last six tanks Malashenko has on hand.

The blazing battlefield filled with gunpowder was littered with burning wreckage of tanks from the Soviet and German armies.

The charred corpse hung upside down on the tank turret and was burned by the ferocious flames coming out of the cockpit. It was sizzling oil and disgusting. Although the motionless Soviet KV1 heavy tank appeared to be intact, there was no fire or explosion. There were traces of it, but the five crew members inside had already been beaten into a bloody mess that could not even be put together by multiple German tanks using Type 40 tungsten core armor-piercing bullets at close range.

The KV1 heavy tank and the No. 4 tank, which had "died together" in the tank collision just now and were unable to move, almost simultaneously opened their respective turret tops.

The Soviet tank commander holding a Somi submachine gun had just stuck his head out of the turret and before he could stretch his arms, the German Panzer IV tank commander who had already raised the MP40 submachine gun in his hand immediately pulled the trigger. , mercilessly beat the good man's head under the black tank hat to pieces like a hornet's nest.

After a successful blow, the German tank commander was about to jump off the turret to escape. The KV1 heavy tank turret, which seemed as silent as death, quietly turned up again at this moment. The black muzzle was loaded with BR-350B type armor-piercing hood. The grenade jumped in the fire and instantly blasted the No. 4 tank's turret directly into the sky at a face-to-face shooting distance of less than five meters.

After abandoning their vehicles and fleeing, the tank soldiers of the Soviet and German armies had no time to take care of their injured comrades. The various self-defense submachine guns and pistols they held tightly in their hands became the weapons of these "tank infantry" to kill the enemy.

The submachine guns surrounding the wreckage of their respective tanks kept firing, turning the opposing tank crews who had abandoned their vehicles and fled into a hornet's nest. The German tank commanders were wearing headphones that they had not yet had time to take off, and even Soviet tanks with the same position were Chang used his fists and teeth to fight with each other directly after getting off the car.

The blazing battlefield of death, devouring all living creatures within its reach, continues.

The Soviet and German armies gritted their teeth and held on until their last breath. Only tanks left and the Soviet and German armies launched the final attack in unison. At the last moment of exhaustion, whoever can grit their teeth and hold on will finally win the battle. In the end, The battle broke out immediately with the Soviet and German tanks competing against each other.

The turret space, which was stuffy, hot and full of the smell of gasoline, was filled with a tense atmosphere that almost broke the nerves. Major Raquel, who was sweating and could no longer feel that his uniform was soaked with sweat, pressed the button again. Communication button on the neck.

"Bolt! Bring four tanks and find a way to bypass the flanks and rear of those Ivans to cause trouble for them! Their frontal armor is already aimed at us!"

Compared to the hoarse shouts coming from the communicator in his ears, Bolt, whose forehead was also covered with beads of sweat due to the overwhelming pressure of the battlefield, was also feeling his heart beat faster and his blood surge.

"It is not a wise choice to face Ivan's heavy tanks head-on. Raquel, are you sure you want to do this?"

"What else can we do if we don't do this? No frontal offensive is equivalent to no flanking attack. The front of Ivan's heavy tanks will inevitably face one of ours! Someone has to be responsible for the frontal offensive, and I am the most suitable one. ! Do what you have to do, this is an order!”

He shouted again at a very fast speed but did not wait for another reply. Balter, who was as calm as water, no longer did those meaningless things that wasted time. The eyes of this German armored ace, who ranked second in the history of armored warfare in later generations, were as sharp and razor-sharp as the wild wolf king crossing the snowy plains of Northern Europe.

"The second platoon follows me to attack the flank of the Ivan heavy tank, load armor-piercing shells and set off at full speed!"

Before he finished speaking, the KV1 heavy tank, which had pointed its frontal armor completely at the German tanks, once again sprayed out blazing muzzle fire. However, the two German Panzer IV tanks, which had always faced the enemy, were still directly pierced through the armor without any suspense. Then an explosion occurred, and the explosive shock wave with hot fire and tank fragments flying around instantly rattled the remaining German tanks around them.

Through Kirill's hands, another BR-350B 76mm hooded armor-piercing grenade was pushed into the chamber. The sound of the breech closing reverberated in Malashenko's ears. Marla's physical strength was almost reaching the limit during the continuous running battle. Shen Ke was also gritting his teeth and holding on for his last breath to fight to the death.

"Seryosha, reverse at a constant speed in first gear! Keep your distance from those fascists! Iushkin, shoot down the nearest German tank, the Type 3 at eleven o'clock! Quick!"

Following Malashenko's order, the KV1 heavy tank began to reverse slowly at a speed of 9 kilometers per hour. The driver Seryosha tried his best to keep a safe distance from the German tanks to avoid close attacks.

The main gun sight, which had a slightly acceptable shaking amplitude, was held tightly in the hands of the gunner Iushkin and constantly adjusted. Following the rhythmic shaking amplitude and grasping the precise timing, the pedal was immediately pressed hard, and the hooded armor-piercing grenade ready to be fired in the barrel was immediately ejected from the barrel and rushed straight to the target under the violent impact of the breech firing pin.

A great philosopher once said such a meaningful philosophy.

"Only at the last moment before death can one truly understand oneself."

Graduating from the military academy with the top grade in the class, walking arm in arm with Elina on the streets of Berlin at night, having a sacred wedding with the blessing of colleagues under the dagger and the Iron Cross, and seeing his lover with a slightly bulging belly waving at him with tears in his eyes at the dispatching station in France to see him off for the last time on the front line.

In just a short thirty years of life, one after another fresh memory flashed before Major Raquel's eyes like a slideshow. Raquel could almost see the rapidly attacking hooded armor-piercing grenade getting bigger and bigger with his eyes wide open, and he could not help but slowly close his eyes.

"Goodbye, my love."