Chapter 2420: Destruction in Progress

"Open fire immediately! Kill these fascist thugs for me!"

Malashenko did not intend to reason with the German gunman, or the only reason he could talk to the German gunman was "TOS-1 will blow up your mother." ‘6’ ‘9’ ‘s’ ‘h’ ‘u’ ‘x’ ‘.’ ‘c’ ‘o’ ‘m’

At this point, Malashenko can no longer care too much. Malashenko has even forgotten and ignored the remains of the fallen soldiers.

For the sake of victory and those who are alive, Malashenko is convinced that he must do this. This is the only choice that benefits both of them at the moment. If the sacrificed soldiers knew all this, they would understand him, Marashenko Shenke was convinced of this and issued the order resolutely and decisively, leaving no room for doubt.

The order of comrade division commander is like a law of heaven that must be obeyed unconditionally on the battlefield. What's more, this order of comrade division commander is also deeply recognized by any comrades who have learned about this situation. This is the most appropriate choice at the moment.

Boo hoo hoo hoo——

The Rocket Assault Battalion opened fire again, each TOS-1 launch box pointed toward the sky, spraying out an unlimited supply of violent fury, straight into the sky.

This is not a half-box salvo, but a rare, or the first full-box salvo since TOS-1 was put into actual combat. Any battle encountered in the past was not difficult enough to require TOS-1 to use full firepower. This is the first time since TOS-1 was officially delivered and entered service.

After a new round of small additions, the entire battalion already has 36 TOS-1 rocket assault tanks. Although it has not yet reached the level of Malashenko's ideal division fire support battalion, the theoretically required 42 tanks are fully equipped. Programming level, but the gap of only 6 cars is not bad at all.

One truck and one box. One box contains 16 310mm Andryusha heavy-duty rockets. When 36 vehicles fire a full salvo of Andryusha rockets, 576 Andryusha rockets shoot straight into the sky. The time from launch to full ejection is only In less than ten seconds, a total of 576 Andryusha rockets weaved a rain of fire into the sky, roaring into the sky, heading straight towards the enemy who was not too far away.

Because the movement during the launch was so great that the launch site of the Rocket Assault Battalion was burned into a sea of ​​​​fire by the flames ejected from the tail of the TOS-1 launch box. The earth is burning, the mud is boiling, dead branches and rotten grass blades turn into carbonized matter and fly into the air and are annihilated, just as those German soldiers shrouded in the rain of fire are about to meet such a fate.

"Launch completed! All firepower has been projected! Please prepare to take cover!"

At the last moment when all the rockets had roared out, but were still flying at subsonic speed in the sky, and there was still a short period of time before they finally landed and exploded, a message came from the commander of the Rocket Assault Battalion, the artillery commander who originally commanded ISU-152. The member's report suddenly sounded on the radio channel, echoing clearly and loudly in Malashenko's ears.

"Reload immediately! Use the fastest speed and be ready for the next wave of firepower projection at any time, hurry!"

"Yes, let's do it!"

There was no time to appreciate what a masterpiece the sky-high anger he projected would turn into. Knowing that the fighter plane was fleeting and he had to race against time, the battalion commander followed Malashenko's order and immediately took action and put down the radio. Without saying a word, the microphone pushed open the car body hatch, got out of the car, jumped down to the ground where the flames were lingering, and immediately let out a loud roar.

"Everyone get out of the car! Get ready to reload, quick!"

The German army on the high ground can be sure that there is no large-scale heavy artillery firepower group, and the range of those small-caliber mortars is limited and not enough to cover the current position. Therefore, the theoretically absolutely safe position of the Rocket Assault Battalion does not need to be transferred after launch, and Malashenko did not issue such an order. Immediate reloading is the only option at the moment.

A soldier whose name, like their battalion commander, was an artillery soldier rather than a tank soldier, jumped out of the car and ran on the scorching hot ground where the flames were raging. He didn't care about the rising temperature of the soles of his shoes, and just hurriedly called out to the soldiers. Stand by a little further away, and the supply convoy that is rushing in now is faster, faster, and rushes to reload the ammunition and be ready.

"Hurry up, this way! Bring the truck over first and get ready. The crane can wait a moment!"

"Two people go up and unlock the launch box and prepare to replace the ammunition rack. Quick!"

"Sokka, this thing is too hot, Bule! My hands are almost cooked, Bule!"

"Gloves, wear asbestos gloves! Put the gloves on and unlock the buckle. Don't touch the meat directly! If you don't want it to become a barbecue, be careful!"

Insulated asbestos gloves, which are difficult for ordinary tank soldiers to use, have become an immediate necessity. The launch box, which has been roasted by the waves of flames when it is launched, is hot enough to roast meat. It is impossible to touch it directly with your hands, even with your fingers. Just touching your head will instantly burn a whole piece of dead skin. There is no doubt that only the heat-insulating asbestos gloves specially designed for artillery can temporarily cope with it.

Although it can only have a temporary effect that is better than nothing, it is still better than wearing nothing and touching it directly with your hands.

The soldiers standing on the chassis at the rear of the vehicle wore thick asbestos gloves to manually release the mechanical lock of the launch box that fixed the ammunition rack. The remaining soldiers desperately greeted the loading convoy that had arrived and offered help.

Some people climbed onto the ammunition transport truck to remove the safety and fixed packaging of the brand new fully filled ammunition racks on the truck, removed the wooden seals, took out the hanging rings and prepared them, pulled the hooks that had been moved directly above their heads and hurriedly hung them up, combining them with the hanging rings on the ammunition racks at the fastest speed.

Some people stood on the side of the truck, very close to the nanny-type IS2 heavy tank modified repair vehicles, raised their arms and gestured with their palms facing themselves, directing the crane operator, who was set up in the semi-open air, with only four iron frames and a rainproof canvas shed to protect against wind and rain, to accurately align the hooks directly above the truck cargo box, and then lowered the hooks to prepare to lift the entire ammunition rack that was ready in the cargo box.

The driver of the IS2 repair vehicle who stuck his head out of the roof hatch also had to check the situation in time, follow the command and coordination, and be ready to move the not-so-flexible IS2 chassis forward and deflect it to the left and right to form the best lifting angle to complete the lifting, so as to reduce the delicate work that the crane operator needs to do as much as possible, and save some trouble to speed up the progress.

A rack of ammunition racks filled with 8 310mm heavy rockets was lifted from the truck cargo box. The artillery soldiers wearing tank caps stood not far away, either adjusting the angle by hand or waving their hands to direct the huge and heavy ammunition racks to aim at the launch box and stuff it in to complete the loading. The scene of being busy and sweating continued.

And in the not-so-distant front battlefield, the sea of ​​death caused by 576 Andryusha rockets had already arrived.