Chapter 2386 The Great Destroyer (Part 2)

Malachenko thought he knew what destruction and the power of annihilation meant, until this moment, the second before it came.

Malachenko finally realized that he was wrong, and he was so fucking wrong.

Boom!!!

It was like the collapse of a hydroelectric dam built on a high mountain, causing a flood to pour down instantly.

Malachenko only felt that he was half out of the car, and was blown by the storm that rushed from the halfway point of the high ground at least three kilometers away. He couldn't open his eyes and had difficulty breathing instantly, as if an invisible and intangible wall of air hit him directly in the face.

For a moment, he only felt that the center of gravity of his entire upper body was unstable, as if he was about to be pulled out of the car like a carrot, and was blown away by the angry storm that was coming in his face.

Malashenko, who had no time to stabilize his body and retract into the car, was quick-witted and raised his hand to grab the machine gun mount on the roof in front of him in an instant, holding on tightly, letting himself be hit by the strong wind and huge waves like a lone boat in the sea, but there was no other way. In his heart, he was howling like this raging storm.

"Fuck! How can it be so strong? Damn it!!!"

Malashenko, who was howling and cursing in his heart, finally realized how stupid it was that he had just leaned out of the car to watch the foreign scene and mistakenly thought that he must be fine and safe. The power of 18 gas tanks dropped at the same time is really fucking not covered!

Even if these 18 gas tanks are not at the same point, but are covered by bombing with the target of attacking the surface, and fall one after another, the power of the raging storm that is superimposed on each other is still overwhelming, even if you hide three kilometers away in a straight line, you will still feel absolutely shocked!

"Suka! Earthquake! Earthquake!!!"

"Shock your mother Suka! Shut up and get down!"

"Comrade Stalin, the tanks are shaking! The antennas are shaking like the weeds on the roadside!"

"Are we too close? How did those bombers drop their bombs? Why do I feel like our IS6 is shaking? What's going on outside?"

The infantrymen hiding outside the vehicles were shaken and their heads were buzzing. They all lay on the ground, gasping and cursing.

The tank soldiers who were not in the observation position in the car didn't understand what was going on. They mistakenly thought that something unexpected had happened outside, and they quickly called the radio to inquire about the situation. For a while, the entire radio channel was filled with loud shouts from the vehicles asking about the situation. Malashenko, who was also shaken, quickly grabbed the transmitter and pressed the button.

"Don't panic, stay calm! The bombs were not dropped in the wrong place, the target is the German defense line on the hillside! It's just too powerful."

It's too powerful, yes, it's really "too powerful".

This destructive force like a landslide came and went quickly. The raging storm that collapsed from the hillside and swept over was just a wave and there was no follow-up.

Although he was shocked, he soon realized that all this was over and recovered. He mustered up the courage to try to stick his head out of the turret again.

But after sticking out of the turret, the moment he saw the Zelo Highland in front of him, Malashenko was stunned as if he was struck by lightning.

"What the hell is this? This is not a bombing, it's just an airdropped bulldozer!"

The embers left by the tsunami-like bombing not long ago have now been completely driven away by the destructive bombing like a landslide.

Instead, there were those black mushroom clouds that rose from the ground, and it was unknown how high they were from a distance. Anyway, according to Malashenko's rough visual estimation, the mushroom cloud must be at least 40 meters high! And it was still maintaining its shape, gradually rising and spreading, and getting higher.

These huge black mushroom clouds were connected one by one, densely arranged like underwater corals, rising upwards, gathering on the entire half-slope leading to the top of the Zelo Heights, almost covering the entire German defense line on the half-slope, and completely covering it without any omissions.

The shock of landslides, the loud noise that tore the eardrums, the impact that came in the face, and the survivors' eyewitness perspective of the end of the world.

Everything has far exceeded Malashenko's estimation and cognition. All the concepts of the power of aerial bombs that he remembered in the past have been cleared and eradicated at this moment.

What is a destructive air raid?

This is a fucking destructive air raid!

You Americans driving a B17 with a bunch of 250 small potatoes, doing carpet bombing is all fucking weak!

A row of 250 small potatoes lined up and dropped down is not as powerful and domineering as this gas tank, not to mention that this fucking gas tank is doubled.

"I just felt like a rag doll, about to be blown off the tank. I was so small in front of that kind of power that I didn't even have the qualifications to struggle. What kind of Germans are entrenched on that damn high ground that are worth destroying them with such a battle? They can still survive after experiencing this scene. Are those Germans undead?"

The same moment the explosion just rose up, he leaned his upper body out of the turret to look at the scenery, just like the tank commander comrade Malashenko.

At this moment, although Iushkin was complaining and his language logic was not a problem, his head still felt dizzy as if he had taken drugs, as if his entire vision and the whole world were shaking slightly.

Iushkin, who realized that he had not fully recovered, just raised his right hand to cover his forehead, and while talking badly, he shook his head vigorously to try to wake himself up.

"Suka! I still feel dizzy and shaking badly! If you had told me that the power was so great, I would not have come out to see it. I should have gone back to the turret and held the breech handle tightly."

Iushkin's hindsight nonsense was extremely inappropriate. Malashenko, who was in a bad mood, turned his head and hit Iushkin on the back of his head with a big pot sticker on his head, which was still wearing a tank cap.

"Why are you hitting people for no reason?"

Iushkin, with a pouting mouth, touched the back of his head and looked a little aggrieved, but what he got was a scolding from Malashenko.

"If I knew the power was like this, would I still be standing outside like a fool waiting to be blown with you? Use your brain and think before you speak. This is to teach you a lesson."

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Ivushkin stopped talking, but Malashenko knew that this matter was not over yet, or it was just the beginning.

"Attention all units, launch the attack according to the original plan, and start the charge! I repeat, go! Attack the enemy! Ura!"