Chapter 2331 Give the Germans some Medicine

Chapter 2331: Give the Germans some medicine

Lavrinenko didn't want to or didn't have time to talk to Malashenko about these irrelevant and causal relationships.

Compared to finding out the truth of the matter, it was more important to first deal with the fucking Germans. Lavrinenko's proposal was quickly recognized by Malashenko.

"That's right, wait until the battle is over!"

"I knew you would say that, haha"

Lavrinenko on the other end of the radio sounded in good spirits and high morale, but he didn't forget to ask Malashenko a question at the end.

"I think those fascists are dying, what do you want to do? Persuade them to surrender and get it over with quickly or..."

Generally speaking, when the battle enters a stage where there is no suspense of winning or losing, Malashenko will generally choose to persuade the Germans to surrender and see if he can make the Germans give up resistance automatically. Be smart and get things done quickly. If you continue to drag it on, it will be a waste of time, life, and fucking waste. It has no meaning at all.

But the situation this time was a bit special. Lavrinenko knew that the significance of this battle, whether for Malashenko personally or for the entire leadership division, was extraordinary and could not be measured by ordinary combat significance.

What to do with these Germans specifically was not up to Lavrinenko. Only Malashenko's words counted, so Lavrinenko asked casually after understanding the special significance of this battle.

As Lavrinenko expected, Malashenko's answer on the other end of the radio was decisive without any hesitation.

"Why bother asking this question? There is no need to persuade them to surrender. Kill them! Kill them until these Germans admit defeat and surrender. Don't stop until there is no sign of surrender. Either surrender or die. These bastards have no third choice today!"

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The radio was silent for a moment, and when it spoke again, the words were already passionate and exciting.

"I knew you were going to say that. I was waiting for you to say that!"

"Then why are you still hesitating? Leader of the division, attack the fascists!"

Whether you want to live or die, at this moment, this is destined to be a matter that has nothing to do with Malashenko. It all depends on what the Germans will decide.

The troops led by Malashenko are slightly more than the total number of German troops in front of them, especially in terms of the quality and quantity of technical equipment, which is an overwhelming double advantage, enough to crush the enemy.

Now, when they meet with the main force of the division led by Lavrinenko, the two steel torrents converge with an unstoppable rolling momentum. The vast sea of ​​steel is like a flood that has burst its dam, and it rushes towards the remnants of the German tanks that have just been bombed.

The fierce air strikes of the Il-10 aircraft group caused considerable losses to the German armored forces.

Although the accuracy and power of close-range air strikes against ground targets are relatively limited these days, especially without precision strike weapons, the effectiveness of strikes against heavily armored targets will be greatly reduced.

However, the German armored soldiers who were originally planning to set up their formations and fight a big battle with Malashenko's troops still suffered a considerable impact.

More than a dozen tanks were either destroyed or caught fire and burned, and the direct abandonment of vehicles was visible to the naked eye. Most of those who abandoned their vehicles and escaped were mowed into minced meat by the merciless Il-10 with 23mm aircraft cannons before they ran a few steps.

What's more terrible is that this unexpected air strike completely disrupted the original plan of the German armored soldiers, and the defensive battle formation that had not yet been fully deployed was completely disrupted by this wave of air strikes.

One by one, the German tanks all ran away when they encountered air strikes, stepped on the accelerator to the death, and tried every means to evade the death rain of fire that was roaring down from the sky.

How effective this was is anyone's guess, but the only thing that can be confirmed is that the entire German armored formation is completely disorganized. This car's front is facing west, that turret is facing east, and a blind No. 4 even panics and points the rear of the car in the direction of Malashenko's attack, not caring about the head but the butt. There is really no way to arrange the troops.

The losses were heavy, morale was hit, the enemy and our troops were in a serious disadvantage in terms of technical equipment, and the formation was completely messed up by a wave of air strikes.

No matter how elite the 502nd Battalion was, how good it was, and how outstanding and unmatched its achievements in the existing history were,

This cruel armored confrontation in a non-existent historical timeline, the moment the Soviet army launched the final general offensive, the final result was actually doomed.

"The Russians are coming! They are rushing up again, towards us!"

"Damn it! These Russians are crazy, they want us to die! Fight them!"

"Turn around, load armor-piercing shells, and prepare for battle!"

From the commander's periscope, he clearly saw that the remaining German tanks not only refused to surrender, but also dared to continue to attack our troops to resist. Malashenko, who was very happy to see this "suicidal" scene, just smiled knowingly, his mouth almost stretched to his ears.

Looking at those German tanks that were like frightened rabbits, one by one, all pointed their body headings and turrets towards the leader division troops that were killing all the way, that is, the direction of attack where he was.

Malachenko, who had quietly arranged everything, just calmly pressed the radio transmitter in his hand and spoke again.

"Kurbalov, give the Germans some medicine! Use the strongest medicine, their attention is all on us."

"Got it, it's ready! I guarantee that these fascists will be happy to the sky!"

In the direction of the village that the German armored troops did not notice at all, most of the battles in the village had been resolved. Kurbalov's troops, who were clearing out the remaining enemies in every corner, were ready as they said on the radio.

The IS7 and IS6 heavy tanks that attacked all the way along the main road in the village and pierced through the entire defense line of the village made way and retreated to both sides of the road to "make way for the big brother."

The armored beast carrying the heavy launch box on the chassis of the IS2 heavy tank drove to a position very close to the exit of the village with a roar and exhaust smoke. Under the gaze of all the mechanized infantry, combat engineers, and tank soldiers on both sides of the road, the hydraulic connecting rod was driven, and the huge square launch box was immediately raised high and pointed at the sky.

"Powerful ammunition, full box salvo! All crews confirm the attack coordinates!"

"Coordinates confirmed! Ready to launch!"

"Send them to hell! Fire!!!"