Chapter 2483 "Moscow Doesn't Believe that Winter Is Colder than the Motherland's.

Chapter 2483 "The winter of the motherland is not as cold as it is. Moscow does not believe in tears"

The urgency of time does not allow the leadership division to stop and call for artillery fire. It can only watch the army's field artillery group below the high ground bombard the last core position for an hour before charging.

Andryusha and Katyusha rocket launchers are the only long-range indirect fire artillery firepower that the entire leadership division can rely on now. All ISU-152\A have been driven to the front line and deployed as direct fire support units on the front battlefield. None of them are left.

Relying on the close direct fire with solid defensive armor, these 152 giant guns will have a higher killing efficiency than long-range indirect fire support, which is exactly what Malashenko needs most now.

There is no extra nonsense. The efficient transmission of orders is fully reflected at this moment.

The Katyusha and Andryusha rocket launchers, which had already entered the firing position, immediately took action after receiving the attack order, and the flames shot up into the sky in the furious volley. The dense rain of rockets once again swept towards the German positions like a waterfall.

Not only the Second Heavy Combined Brigade commanded by Varosha was doing the same thing, but also the first heavy combined brigade commanded by Kurbalov, which was the original unit brought up by Malashenko.

Swish, swish, swish, swish--

Arsim, who had just finished the battle and killed the last German rifleman who was going to fight him to death, and the AK bayonet in his right hand was still stained with warm blood, had just put his left hand on the door of the infantry fighting vehicle, intending to be the last one to get on the vehicle as usual and then continue to move forward.

The rocket rain that swept wildly from the rear of the actual controlled area had already arrived directly above his head and was whistling past with dense momentum.

The whistling sound and the huge battle formation were obviously extraordinary, causing Alsim, who had already put one foot into the infantry fighting vehicle, to pause for a moment. Then he subconsciously raised his head and looked at the overwhelming fire rain directly above his head. The deputy comrade who was also sitting at the rear of the vehicle and sticking half of his head out of the infantry cabin spoke up.

"I have never fought a battle with such a tense rhythm before. This is the first time."

Alsim, who was holding the door with one hand and holding the AK with the other hand, no longer looked up at the sky. Instead, he had completely entered the infantry fighting vehicle and reached out to close the door. He raised his right hand and "duang", "duang" hit the wall next to him twice, accompanied by an order.

"Everyone, get ready, get going!"

"Yes!"

When the infantry fighting vehicle started moving again, with several empty seats and no one sitting there, Alsim, who had already taken out the magazine to reload the AK, spoke up.

"Those who drink water, eat bread, urinate, and replenish ammunition, all start doing it in the car. You have two minutes to prepare for battle!"

""

There was no time to feel sad about the empty seats, and even Alsim's reminder seemed a bit redundant.

These combat engineers, who were the most elite heavy infantry of the leadership division, had already started doing what they were supposed to do before the company commander gave the order. They were all silent, ignoring the sweat on their foreheads and the panting in their mouths, but they kept moving their hands and working at full speed.

Pulling out the ammunition box under the folding seat, taking out full magazines one after another, stuffing them into the empty chest mount to replenish the ammunition, and not forgetting to grab two or four grenades from another box beside him and hang them on his body, the deputy company comrade is speaking again.

"Just confirmed on the radio, there are some casualties in the second and third platoons, and the casualties in the third platoon are greater. A total of eleven people were taken down, including dead and seriously injured. On paper, a whole squad was destroyed. If you have any additional orders, you can say it now. The transmitter is next to you."

Ka-ka-

Hua-la-

Holding the gun with one hand and pulling the bolt handle with the backhand to complete the loading of the bullet, a crisp sound accompanied by Alsim's unthinking words sounded in the car.

"Nothing to say, keep fighting. One platoon left is a company, one squad left is also a company, and I will fight even if I am the only one left. The casualty figures are for the division commander, not for me."

""

Hearing this, holding the last fully loaded magazine that needed to be replenished, he paused and subconsciously glanced at the faces of the other people in the car, and found that except for himself, no one had a strange look on their faces. They were all busy with their own work and what they should do.

Even the three people in front of the infantry cabin who were responsible for operating the turret and driving were indifferent, as if they just heard a very common word like "What to eat for lunch today", which was not worth any special reaction.

"Don't you think it's a bit too cold, even for you."

""

Faced with the slightly stunned company deputy's rhetorical question, Alsim, who still followed the infantry cabin observation port beside him and kept a close eye on the outside of the car, just answered without turning his head.

"The winter of the motherland is colder than this. Moscow does not believe in tears."

Boom——

The huge explosion has exploded for the umpteenth time on the top of this bloody highland, tearing flesh and blood into nothingness and annihilating them in dust and ashes, leaving only a broken ruin of broken walls and the only traces left after the destruction.

More than a dozen IS7 heavy tanks were still rushing to the front of the entire assault group, bearing the most crazy and intensive anti-armor firepower from the enemy for the friendly units behind them.

One after another, the continuous anti-tank ammunition hit the most solid main armor protection belt of IS7, leaving a black stain after the explosion, or ricocheting in the sparks of lightning, but none of them could penetrate and stop the ammunition of these steel behemoths.

The extremely fast and strong mobility made it extremely difficult to stop them by breaking their legs by hitting the tracks, which was almost impossible to do like a street lottery.

"Self-propelled artillery group maintains fire suppression! Don't worry about the remaining ammunition, smash the fascists to pieces!"

"All tank crews are ready to support the infantry, give priority to attacking high-threat anti-armor targets, and keep the machine"

"Tanks! At exactly twelve o'clock, German tanks!!!"

"What?!"

Malachenko hadn't finished giving the order with the transmitter in his hand, and Iushkin, who had been holding the periscope, had already shouted in the car.

Malachenko, who was a little surprised that the Germans actually deployed tanks at this time, didn't say a word, and kept talking to the commander's periscope and quickly moved his vision to the front direction, but he didn't expect that he would only see a look of disbelief and astonishment.

"Then what the hell is that thing."