Chapter 2402 Scavenger

The trial for those who stubbornly resisted the fascist thugs has passed, and the final judgment is about to be carried out.

It is no longer the hordes of IS6 heavy tanks that lead the charge, but the IS7 heavy tank company led by Malashenko.

These huge objects, weighing up to 70 tons, galloped through the messy land bombarded by artillery fire at a speed that was not commensurate with their huge size.

The damage caused by TOS-1 to every inch of land here can no longer be regarded as ordinary bombardment, but an out-and-out land fire bombing.

Everywhere the track pads pass are huge craters left by 310mm rockets after they hit the ground and explode. This kind of crater, which is between a 203mm heavy artillery and a 100kg aerial bomb, is even enough for a giant, cross-country maneuverable person. Some tanks with poor performance cannot climb out even if they fall into a pit, such as the German's more than 70-ton turret-less valuables.

The IS7 is extremely excellent and far more maneuverable than any heavy tank of the same era. Even its own IS6 can be easily hoisted. Malashenko led the other IS7s accompanying his command vehicle, as well as the IS6s and BMP43 infantry fighting vehicles that followed behind and to the left and right of these IS7s. In a very short time after the artillery bombardment ended and the offensive was resumed, Malashenko Killed in position.

"The infantrymen get out of the car and kill those fascists! Quickly!"

Because it was shortly after the artillery bombardment ended, and it was a TOS-1 level bombing, it was expected that the enemy's resistance would be minimal.

Therefore, Malashenko chose a seemingly extremely dangerous tactic: the entire mechanized march charged to the enemy position covered by artillery fire. The infantry did not get off the car midway, and rushed to the bombed enemy position as quickly as possible. Make a spread formation and advance in depth.

There is only one purpose: attack speed.

Using the fastest attack speed to use the residual power of artillery bombardment to attack the enemy's position, Malashenko did not want to give any opportunity to any remaining Germans who had not been completely eradicated. Otherwise, it will be troublesome to wait for these remaining fascists to catch their breath and gather together again to crawl on your feet and disgust you like a group of bugs that cannot be stepped on. Only then will it be called annoying.

One of the biggest advantages of the mechanized combined force is the high mobility and marching speed brought about by full mechanization. Why not make good use of this speed when you have it? Martial arts in the world are all about speed, but I can't believe how quickly your German guy's stinky flesh, which was blown up to the point of being as soft as mud, can recover faster than the speed of the steel tracks.

"Can you see anything? I can't see any valuable goals."

Iushkin, holding the gunner's periscope in his hand and searching for the target but finding no target, asked, hoping that Malashenko, whose sight was wider than his gunner's periscope, would find something, and then the commander of the gunner Indicate the target.

But unfortunately, similar to the situation on Iushkin's side, the answer given by Malashenko ended up with a similar result.

"Just like you, there are wreckage, craters, countless pieces of Kraut meat, not even an anti-tank gun to be seen."

Facts have proved that, just like the situation in East Prussia when the 502nd Battalion was annihilated, TOS-1's bombing was absolutely effective in damaging any fixed positions or targets that could not maneuver in time to avoid them.

What appeared in front of Malashenko and Iushkin was undoubtedly a completely scorched earth.

The foxholes, firepower points, fortifications and geotechnical bunkers that were still resisting now have completely become part of the scorched earth of this battlefield that exudes a high temperature. Just like the relics of prehistoric civilization that have just been excavated by archaeologists, the only difference is that they have not been imprinted with such a deep imprint of time, that's all.

The broken limbs and broken arms that had been blown away were visible to the naked eye, all over the ground and everywhere.

Some arms were stuck upside down in the soft floating soil, with half of them exposed on the ground. A broken palm was as horribly exposed and eye-catching as the icon of the 21st century video game - Left 4 Survival. If it weren't for The veteran who was accustomed to seeing this scene and had a strong psychological endurance was so frightened that he wet his pants and even retreated, becoming speechless on the spot.

More minced meat and bones of unknown parts of the body were scattered everywhere on the ground, mixed with the floating soil like the dough rising before steaming bread. The soft and sticky feeling when you accidentally step on it is enough to turn off the appetite of veterans and make new recruits feel queasy.

What is wet and soft is not the moisture of the soil itself, but the bloody disaster caused by human blood bursting out and flooding the land.

What is sticky is not the soil itself, but the fragments of life left by the last traces of dust in the human world. At least they were once part of life, indeed they were.

After getting off the car, the infantry soldiers who had already walked around to both sides of their own armored formation and cleared the way in front stepped on the soft soil that was damaged to a degree that was between aviation bombing and heavy artillery bombing. , the deeper you go, the more intense and pungent the smell of blood becomes. The fishy smell mixed with earth is like a slaughterhouse where production is accelerated and livestock offal is dumped.

Finally, a rookie who had just graduated from the recruit camp with the top three excellent results, gave up the post of grassroots commander of the newly formed infantry division, and chose to be an ordinary soldier in the leader division, could no longer bear this too exciting scene. He half-knelt on the ground with the butt of the newly issued SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle in his hand and vomited all over the place.

"Ugh--Ugh, cough, cough, ugh"

Most of the soldiers around him just took a look and continued to walk by without thinking, holding their guns and maintaining vigilance, and continued to move forward with the steel behemoths that were slowly and roaring forward beside them, without stopping.

The one who finally walked to the rookie who was vomiting and chose to stop was the old squad leader who told him that "your top three results in the recruit camp are just a ticket to the leader division, not your capital for pride", a veteran who had participated in the Battle of Kursk, the Battle of Cherkassy, ​​the liberation of Poland, the battle in East Prussia, and the final battle. He is 47 years old this year.

"Stand up, I won't lend you a hand, don't think about relying on others, now you can only rely on yourself."

Da Da Da Da --

Bang Bang Bang --

"Living Germans, hide! Infantry fighting vehicles suppress fire, quick!"

The sound of crossfire and shouting in front of him came into his ears. The old squad leader beside him remained motionless, but he obviously had no intention of wasting time. His cold face just spoke without emotion.

"The leader's division is full of elites, not a nursery for rookies who can't even wipe the sour vomit from their mouths. If you want to fight side by side with your comrades, prove that you have the ability first. Those who can't even gain a foothold on the battlefield will only be eliminated. It's up to you to choose between an enemy bullet or a notice from the brigade."