Chapter 2409: Prepare for Battle!

The reluctance to give up the desire to win prompted a counterattack. Even at this point, the Germans still had hope for victory, which really showed the most essential difference between them and their Asian allies with bow-legged brains.

The Japanese might know that they would lose but still want to kill the enemy to the maximum extent and fight to the end. If the Japanese were allowed to defend such a high ground, they might really squat to the end, waiting for the Red Army to attack and then use the defensive advantage to pull a scapegoat. Carrying out the crazy idea of ​​"winning or losing doesn't matter, killing the enemy is winning" to the end, the most frightening thing on the battlefield is often this kind of crazy person who doesn't care about his life.

But the Germans are more willing to put their efforts on the hope of victory, even if that hope is so insignificant and extremely slim, it is worth a try.

Malashenko understands his opponent and knows that there is this most essential difference between the Germans and the Japanese who fight to the death.

Pursuing hope is also the weakness of the Germans. The concept of hope is only relative.

As long as conditions permit, it only takes a moment for hope to turn into despair, just like what Malashenko is going to do now.

"I hope our counterattack will go smoothly. If we can't drive away these Russians, the situation will only get worse. We have no choice."

It was exactly as Malashenko expected.

The landing site captured by the leader division was like a bait that exuded strong temptation. The German army, knowing how critical the situation was, did not know that it was Malashenko who took the initiative to order to stop the attack, and misjudged it as the Russians' lack of front-line troops and wanted to wait for follow-up support, gather enough troops and wait for an opportunity to launch a decisive attack.

The Germans did guess part of it right, but it was limited to this part.

The most critical point: it was not "powerless" but "deliberately setting a trap", which was not thought of at all. The German army, whose thinking could not keep up with the opponent's wild and unrestrained routines, would eventually pay the price for it.

"Let's get started. Order the troops to move out and follow the plan!"

"Yes!"

Beep-beep--

The German company commander who was in charge of leading the battle took out the whistle in his pocket and blew it hard. The German soldiers who knew what to do jumped out of the trenches one by one, followed the assault guns and tanks rumbling by, and held their weapons tightly in their hands, ready to retake the position they had just lost, creating a miracle that the commanders required them to do.

"Follow up, move forward! Push forward!"

The German army's battle was quite large, so large that Malashenko, who had just half of his body into his car and had not had time to close the turret cover, picked up the telescope and took a look. He clearly saw that a large number of German tanks and assault guns were pushing towards him, and there were also a large number of infantry around him.

Such a scene made Malashenko, who put down the telescope on the spot, grinned instantly while holding the turret hatch.

"It seems that the Germans have a lot of chips in their hands. They can still afford such a big show after losing so much. It's not a bad idea to lose more, right?"

Malachenko, who had already commanded the troops to make the final preparations, entered the vehicle completely, closed the turret hatch, and was ready at the command position. He then picked up the radio transmitter that had been tuned on the shelf at hand and spoke.

"Act according to the original plan. Don't scare these Nazis away. Let's fight when we get closer! Our goal is to kill the enemy's living forces to the maximum extent. Everyone, take your positions and prepare for battle."

"Yes!"

"Everyone, take your positions and prepare for battle!"

The voices on the radio channel cannot be heard by the infantrymen who are not in the infantry fighting vehicles.

Alsim, who was leaning against the trench wall, hugging the AK in his arms, and holding a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, puffing and worshiping the gods, did not seem to take the upcoming battle seriously. He could even leisurely load bullets into the empty magazine in his hand at the last moment of the war, and his thumb, which was already covered with gun calluses, pressed bullets into it one by one.

"I say, it's been a while since we fought a defensive battle, right? Who remembers when we last fought?"

I don't know which combat engineer comrade suddenly asked this question leisurely, which immediately aroused the interest of the companions around who also didn't take the Germans who were coming to kill them from the opposite side seriously.

"I forgot, I don't remember clearly. It seems to be half a year ago, nine months? Maybe longer."

"If we stay here, we can kill a lot of fascists who come to die. I say, Alyosha, this opportunity is hard to find even if you walk all over the battlefield."

Listening to the pre-war discussions of the soldiers around him, Alsim still sat on the ground with his back against the trench, and continued to press the magazine in his hand, which had only a few intermediate-power rifle bullets left in his palm, until a loud explosion after a whistle suddenly came and rushed to his face.

Boom——

"Bah! Damn it, these bastards are using assault guns to bombard us! They are too far away to hit us, so be careful to hide!"

They may be reckless or reckless, and they may look careless or careless.

But once these veteran combat engineers enter combat mode, they still have all the necessary reactions, awareness, and actions.

After a shell hit and exploded on the ground far from the edge of the trench, they immediately lowered their bodies to ensure that they would not be exposed to the killing range of the next shell that might be fired more accurately. Even Alsim, who had been slowly loading bullets, took action.

"Everyone has heard the order. Let the Nazi dog get closer before shooting. Be patient. Let the broken car on the opposite side be arrogant for a while. Wait for the cannon to fire as a signal. Get ready!"

He called on his armored men to hold their breath and wait in the trenches. When the Germans approached close enough, they would hear a cannon fire from their side and then start fighting. That was the final signal to destroy the Germans as agreed.

"What to shoot first? The German tanks?"

Looking at the "unique" No. 4 tank clearly visible in the gun mirror, Ivushkin really didn't want to waste the first shot on this broken car.

Using IS7 to shoot No. 4? What is this for? Iushkin felt that this was a serious waste of firepower. As long as he fired, he was wasting the motherland's 130mm high-explosive grenades.

But there was really no better car in the first wave of Germans rushing up. Who knows how badly the Germans are short of cars now? Even the outdated and inferior car No. 4 is being used as a main force.

Malashenko, who had just dealt with the 502nd Battalion's bunch of idiots, could guess why the scene in front of him was probably because it would be strange if you Germans were still short of cars.

But even if the first target was the poor No. 4, it still couldn't change Malashenko's decision.

"Target, the German No. 4 tank! Directly ahead at 11 o'clock, 800 meters away, ready!"