Chapter 2459: Numerous

Speaking of which, "Comrade Division Commander is a master of all trades" has become a popular and well-known joke of the leader division. Even Uncle Ivan, who cooks in the kitchen, knows that Comrade Division Commander is proficient in all kinds of weapons and can participate in the design of all new equipment.

After all, from participating in the design and development of tracked armored combat vehicles to participating in the design and development of assault rifles, to the latest participation in the design and development of rocket launchers, this cross-industry mastery is really a big span, isn't it?

But even this is something that ordinary people can hardly understand, let alone do, Comrade Division Commander not only completed it, but also completed it very well. Almost every project chief designer who has worked with him, without exception, is amazed at Comrade Division Commander's talent, and all kinds of thumbs up and "Ha La Shao" are called a lot, and they never stop from beginning to end.

Knowing that the weapons in hand were personally designed and personally checked and approved by Comrade Division Commander before they were delivered to the equipment troops.

Let alone others, the combat engineers under Alsim are so confident about the new rocket launchers in their hands that they almost say, "I will fucking kill anyone who says this thing doesn't work."

There is no way, the leader, the toughest among the tough guys, the company commander Comrade Alsim is the "number one fanatical fan of Comrade Division Commander." It is said that "a soldier is a bad guy, and a general is a bad guy." What kind of leader brings out what kind of soldiers. If these old guys who followed Alsim to fight everywhere don't worship and be fanatical about Comrade Division Commander, then it would be a weird thing.

The last two soldiers who jumped out of the car with rocket launchers followed closely behind the infantry fighting vehicle, each reaching out to close the hatch, and struggling to throw it out to close it again while continuing to move forward.

Alsim, who was the first to rush out of the car, was following the back of the team at this moment, crouching and lowering his body.

The large-caliber grenades whizzing past overhead continued one after another. The dull and terrifying whistling sound was so breathtaking, just like a row of steam locomotives passing by at a very close distance above your head. It was shocking but so real and so close.

Even a veteran like Alsim couldn't help but raise his head and look up to the sky, trying to catch the traces of those shells with his naked eyes to open his eyes and see what this scene, which he had almost no chance to see in the past, was like.

"There are tanks in front to lead the way, and heavy artillery in the back to provide direct support. We don't have to hide outside the tanks, we have a special car to pick us up!"

"Who could have thought that the war would turn out like this, Alsim! I'm so excited, this is how a man should live! Look around us, nothing can make people more excited than this!"

You should avoid talking nonsense during the charge, or you might get kicked in the butt by a big military boot, which will make you shut up like a duck and make you follow the infantry fighting vehicle in front of you more closely.

But this time is different. Alsim can't kick his deputy in the butt, just because Alsim himself has the same real feelings.

"All this is thanks to Comrade Division Commander. Without him, we wouldn't fight a battle like today. He is the one who leads us into the future. The rest will be discussed after this battle. Now follow me!"

"Go!"

The speeding BMP43 infantry fighting vehicle rushed through the trench first, then slammed on the brakes and stopped at a position very close to the edge of the position, becoming a fixed fire support point.

There are always people who think that such stationary armored targets are easy to deal with, and the opportunity has come, such as those German sticks running around in the trenches like rats holding individual anti-tank weapons.

But the fact is that the truth is not on their side, and the combat engineers following closely will not give them any chance.

Dada Dada——

"Grenade!"

Boom——

A string of bullets came and two grenades followed by hot buns. Before the countless German soldiers could react, they fell into the pool of blood under the dense firepower and died on the spot.

Alsim, with a bayonet on the tip of his gun, jumped into the trench first, and the muzzle of the AK in his hand was still emitting a little smoke.

The steel-bodied infantry fighting vehicle, which was definitely huge compared to the infantry, was parked outside the trench. It was only two or three meters away and fired at full power. The 25mm machine gun, which used an uninterrupted magazine to hold ammunition, kept firing. The 25mm shells, which were longer than the palm of a hand, kept flying out from the turret outlet and scattered everywhere. Some even bounced and fell around Alsim.

The continuous roar of the machine gun was like a drum hitting his ears, making Alsim's ears buzz, until the deputy company officer who was following Alsim came to his side with a low figure and a quick trot.

"What do you say? Where to shoot??? This damn place is full of Germans, God knows how many there are."

"There is no other choice, just keep moving forward along the trenches, push wherever you want, and take it one step at a time. If you dare to show your head now, you will die. Follow us closely, let's go!"

The German firepower points on the position that have not been completely cleared still retain powerful firepower output, and all kinds of scattered and flying bullets keep passing by the trenches above the scalp, whistling continuously.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being the core defense position of the Germans. The firepower output and troop configuration are different from the situation yesterday. You can even say that the difference is as big as the sky and the earth.

Until the charge reached a very close distance to the German position, Malashenko finally saw those things that he could not see or could only see a small part of before because of the limited perspective and vision.

A huge number of German fortifications stood in various places on the high ground like a stone forest. Those gray steel-concrete structure bunkers or low buildings, no matter what you call them, were so many that Malashenko even had a vision of the future world.

"Damn, is this a pigeon building resettlement housing community built by a black-hearted real estate boss? There are so many of them! Fuck!!!"

The leader division has a lot of heavy firepower, but the German permanent fortifications in front of them, which are endless and unknown in number, seem to be more.

This is the first time that Malashenko feels an invisible thing called "pressure" today, and it has been hit on his shoulders.

But once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Whoever is timid will be sent away.

There was no other choice at this point. Malashenko gritted his teeth, picked up the radio transmitter at hand, pressed the button, and then shouted.

"All units should move forward steadily, pay attention to maintaining the formation, and don't rush to attack! Self-propelled artillery will follow up immediately, and everyone should prepare to approach and fire directly!"