Chapter 2469 "That Won't Take Too Long"

"Continue! Load the high-explosive shells, aim at the trench ahead, there are at least a dozen Germans running around in there, fire at that place!"

"Yes, load the high-explosive shells!"

"Aimed!"

"High-explosive shells ready!"

"Fire!"

Boom--

The 70-ton towering body trembled and shuddered violently in the huge recoil of the artillery fire. The huge projectile ejected from the flames with extremely strong kinetic energy hit the target in an instant, and directly hit the edge of the trench wall and exploded.

The rapidly spreading blasting impact, the instantaneous flames, and the huge amount of high-temperature fragments that were shot like a storm mixed together, and in an instant they gathered into a rampaging fire dragon in the entire trench, dancing wantonly.

As it charged forward and backward, it devoured everything it encountered along the way, including flesh and blood, as well as weapons. All of them became the food for this violent fire dragon. When the impact and flames dissipated, only death and silence remained.

Bang--

The hot shells with white smoke were spit out by the backward breech block, and fell into the shell collection box just below the breech with a metal collision sound, mixing with the many shells already contained in it and becoming one of them.

To be precise, since receiving this brand new vehicle, Malashenko's No. 177 IS7 prototype command vehicle has never experienced such a fierce battle, and has never consumed such a high load of ammunition.

All the 6 rounds of spare ammunition in the loader at the rear end of the turret have long been used up, and now they are empty.

From the battle a few minutes ago to now, all the shells fired were manually loaded by the two strong loaders Artyom and Sergei.

But no matter how strong and powerful these two men are, they still can't withstand the huge pressure of the crazy continuous firing of the 130mm main gun.

Now not only Artyom or Sergei, after firing the 9th 130mm shell manually loaded, they are already panting and sweating. The two brothers, one by one, all held the turret bulkhead beside them and panted like an old cow, and they were still waiting for the next order from the commander while panting heavily.

Always ready to straighten their backs and force themselves again, no matter whether they can do it or not, they can only say "must do it".

"Killed! At least ten Germans were blown away, I bet! Two tank killer gun barrels flew into the sky! Nazi Brit!"

Iushkin, who saw everything clearly through the high-magnification gun scope, was excited and excited, but Malashenko, who was across the breech block from Iushkin, was not the same.

"Malashenko, how is the battle situation on your side?"

"Not so good, there are more Germans than shit in the toilet! The tortoise shell-like bunkers are one after another, and our way forward is made of artillery shells! Without artillery support, we can't fight at all! But it is still progressing in an orderly manner, we can handle it!"

Although the difficulties are not small, it still cannot shake Malashenko's firm determination and tenacious will.

It is foreseeable that the battle will be difficult, and it is also foreseeable that the leader division will not retreat because of this.

The problems encountered so far are still within the scope of "solvable", and there is no expected problem that will give Malashenko a headache and he can't find a solution, at least it was true before the political commissar on the other end of the radio spoke again.

"You have to slow down your advance, Malashenko. I just confirmed that the self-propelled artillery ammunition in your direction and in several other main attack teams is basically exhausted. They almost continuously fired at any target that appeared in front of them. The pressure of ammunition consumption is too great. Now most of the artillery vehicles have been withdrawn to replenish ammunition."

"Without artillery support, your offensive pressure will rise sharply. Heavy tanks alone cannot solve all problems. I suggest that you immediately order a temporary suspension of the attack. The casualty report I have counted here is also starting to look a little bad."

""

"Malashenko, Malashenko, are you there? Answer me, Malashen"

"I'm here, I heard it clearly, but are you sure it's necessary to do this?"

Malashenko sought confirmation from the political commissar for the last time, and all he got was the undoubted words on the other end of the radio.

"Considering that this is just the beginning of Berlin, not the end, the answer is yes. I am sure it is necessary."

""

Malachenko closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt that his left and right temples were throbbing and his right eyelid was twitching, but he finally followed his rational choice and made a decision that he thought was correct.

"I know"

"Stop advancing, and all units will switch to local defense! Keep alert to prevent enemy counterattacks and stay on standby!"

Malachenko, who had said all, had not yet put down the radio transmitter in his hand, and the unexpected radio channel called again.

"Comrade division commander? This is Alsim. I can see your car. It is less than 300 meters in your eleven o'clock direction. Request fire support! We need heavy firepower, anything will do!"

""

Maybe the radio was broken or he didn't hear it by chance, but it may be that he didn't want to give up after hearing it and wanted to make one last try.

Malachenko didn't have time to guess what the result would be. He just tightened the radio transmitter in his hand again and pressed the button.

"Go to on-site defense and standby, Alsim. I will coordinate heavy firepower support in your direction as soon as possible, but you still need to wait for orders."

""

Alsim, who sat half of his butt in the infantry fighting vehicle and half of his butt hanging in the air, was at the rear of the vehicle. The deputy company commander and several brothers beside him were all guarding the surroundings in the nearby foxholes and trenches, and they were also paying attention to their company commander until they heard Alsim was a little disappointed after being stunned for several seconds, but still answered firmly.

"Understood, I promise to execute the order."

"That's the best, call over."

""

The battlefield, which was originally noisy with artillery fire, has been cooling down significantly since a few seconds ago. The noise of gunfire has been rapidly decreasing at a speed comparable to that of flood discharge. Even Alsim's side can hardly hear any loud fighting sounds.

This usually shows a problem. The initiative of the battle is completely in the hands of the attacking party, and the defending party is completely passive, and it is likely that the strength difference is huge. As long as the attacking side ceases fire and stops advancing, the battlefield will cool down quickly. The defending side will not even have the ability to pursue and destroy the enemy or chase them out of their positions. It doesn't matter if they are "unable to provoke them".

Is this a good thing?

It is indeed a good thing, for Alsim and all the soldiers and commanders of the leadership division.

But even so, this still cannot make the comrades happy. Although they are not frowning, they are still not in high spirits, just like Alsim's current expression.

"We will fight back later, right?"

The deputy company commander who came forward asked a question, and the only answer he got was Alsim's emotionless but still unquestionable words.

"It's just to let them live a little longer. Sooner or later, we will kill these Nazi bastards. It won't take too long."