Chapter 2510 Final Breakthrough (Part 3)

"105 report, we are breaking through the final position! The Germans' resistance is tenacious, but it is gradually being crushed. There are a lot of enemy fortifications in front of me firing, requesting fire support!"

"Turn, turn to avoid! 105, there is a German missile car in front of you, be careful!"

Although I don't know what the Germans' latest headless broken car with a huge pole-like head is called, but from the iconic features of its appearance, it can be easily nicknamed "missile car".

At this point in the battle, the most unexpected thing is that the Germans still have missile cars in their hands, but they are not the same as the previous headless tiger.

It is a magic transformation car based on the chassis of the fourth tank. The biggest difference from the headless tiger is that this thing only carries two "huge poles" on the body, and the launcher is simpler and more fragile.

Several telescopic tubes protruding upward from the front of the vehicle body, just below the missile warhead, are as eye-catching and visible as the periscope of a submarine. This thing is undoubtedly the eyes of this broken missile vehicle. From searching the enemy to aiming and guiding, it all depends on these tubes. After getting close enough, I finally saw with my own eyes how this thing of the Germans works and fights.

Just as Malashenko guessed, this thing is essentially an enlarged version of the infantry anti-tank missile. In addition to the increase in charge, the power is enhanced, and the missile volume becomes huge, there is no change from searching the enemy to guiding and then to the combat method. It is a direct transplantation and copy of the same type of technology, and it has changed from fixed position deployment to motor vehicle deployment. That's all.

It is said that you Germans have a lot of black technology, but there is nothing more! No matter how much so-called black technology there is, there is a limit, and there is no existence that can exceed Malashenko's understanding on the battlefield.

Seeing the Germans' brainless trick of "since I can't penetrate the armor, I will just pile up a huge amount of explosives and smash it hard", Malashenko, who felt that the Germans, who had always made their fortunes by taking unconventional techniques, were really out of work, just wanted to laugh.

"Stop moving forward, don't move forward anymore! Keep a distance from the enemy and wait for orders! Rocket Assault Battalion prepares to bomb! All battalions fire in unison!"

There is no need to pile up casualties in a battle that can be solved with firepower.

In Malashenko's eyes, if the last shell of the leader division can be used and victory is just ushered in, this is probably the best result, indicating that the leader division's combat purpose of "maximizing firepower to reduce casualties" has been well implemented.

Although it is known that this is only a "theoretical possibility", in actual combat, we still have to try our best to work towards this goal. Now using the TOS-1 rocket assault tanks that have just been loaded to send the Germans on their last journey and launch the last bombing of the Battle of Zelo Heights is obviously a very good choice. Since there is sufficient firepower at hand, why don't I use it?

No problem, just blow him up!

Fire!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh——

Every time the TOS-1 cluster fired, the high-temperature flames from the tail of the launch box close to the ground were enough to ignite the grass, creating a blazing flame zone around the TOS-1. It looked like a group of "flame chariots" roaring at the fascists, raining down large swathes of fire and projecting them onto the enemy's head to destroy everything.

There were 12 vehicles in a company, and the three companies of the entire battalion plus the battalion-level command vehicle totaled 38 vehicles. This was the total combat power of the "Rocket Assault Battalion", the strongest divisional firepower unit in Malashenko's hands - a full 608 310mm "Andryusha" general-purpose rockets.

There was no mercy, and there was no consideration of firepower saturation and ammunition waste.

608 Andryusha rockets fell down with more force than hail from the sky, falling in clusters with a terrifying whistling sound like a hell train, and heavily smashed into the only fortification group still under the control of the German army on the entire Zelo Heights.

The terrifying cluster explosion power was so earth-shaking that the rising and rolling air waves were clearly seen by the Red Army reconnaissance planes hovering in the sky and passing over the battlefield.

The two Red Army pilots, one in front and one behind, stared at the battlefield of Zelo Heights below, which was visible to the naked eye, like a volcanic eruption. The most intense area of ​​the battle was erupting and steaming upwards, and even from the air, it was only a terrible flame and heat wave. It was impossible to imagine what happened there, and it was even more unbelievable that any army could fight to the death under such a fierce fire attack.

"Did you see that? What happened down there? I've never seen a land battle like this, ever."

"I haven't seen it either, so I'm taking pictures now, hoping the pictures I bring back will be useful. Try to fly closer from a different angle, and I'll take two more pictures."

"Got it, hold on tight."

It wasn't until they got closer and adjusted the tilt and hovering of the fuselage that the pilot in the front seat, who was responsible for controlling the flight attitude, turned his head and saw it.

The tanks on the ground surrounded by flames were reversing to get out of the flames. The tanks had a strange appearance that he had never seen before. He could see that some crew members had already stuck their heads out and saw themselves in the sky, waving to their comrades in the sky.

"Fortunately, such terrible equipment belongs to our Red Army. I can't imagine what would happen if the Germans' weapons fell on our heads."

The main pilot in the front seat was sighing about the battlefield below, and another comrade who had just finished taking photos in the back seat responded.

"This will not happen. The Nazis are almost finished. Besides, the troops below are the leadership division. Their new equipment can always shock your eyes. I once regretted not learning to be a tank soldier. It is an honor to follow General Malashenko to fight these fascists."

Malashenko didn't know what the two comrades in the inconspicuous small plane in the sky were mumbling about, but he knew that the Germans in front of him who were in a pot of stew were dying and were about to be destroyed.

Twisted steel, burning positions, corpses everywhere, and countless ruins of broken bunkers and fortifications

There was nothing left to protect these Germans from resisting. The so-called final trump card, whether it was Colian or missile tanks, most of them had now been blown into twisted and deformed steel wreckage and burning crematoriums.

Most of the large-caliber anti-tank guns and howitzers deployed in the fortifications were buried and covered by the collapsed concrete. The serious loss of technical weapons has reached the point where the Germans can no longer survive.

The sunset in the distant sky is about to fall. The Red Army soldiers, who are exhausted but high-spirited, are stained with traces of war and look at the enemy positions that are smoking from the bombing, waiting for their division commander to give an order to end everything.

There is still no sign of the Germans raising white flags to surrender on a large scale. Malashenko cannot continue to sit and wait for the uncertain scene.

Surrender or destruction is not important to Malashenko. All he wants is victory. As for the Germans, it doesn't matter whether they live or die. The final charge in the afterglow of the sunset is now.

"Leader Division, attack the enemy! Charge!"