Chapter 2511 Final Breakthrough (IV)

This is the final battle, and Malashenko firmly believes in this charge. The Germans who had been pushed to the edge of the cliff could end all the troubles of the Battle of Zero Heights once and for all. Now there is only one last step left to fall into the abyss.

Tanks are advancing, infantry fighting vehicles are firing, self-propelled artillery is roaring, and infantry are charging.

The leading division has devoted all its strength to this final battle, which is about to be completed. The limited frontal width of the battlefield has been ordered by Malashenko to invest the maximum density of troops.

Any more, and it will be purely meaningless behavior that cannot be used to count the number of heads.

The sudden increase in the casualty rate can only be exchanged for a pitiful increase in combat efficiency. This loss-making transaction is obviously not worthwhile, especially now that the destruction of the Germans is imminent.

On that broken position, among the collapsed fortifications and bunkers, behind the wreckage of tanks and self-propelled artillery, the German army was still trying to use up its last bit of strength to struggle to the death. Whether the combat effectiveness was high or not is irrelevant, but this fighting will alone was already the leader of the division. This was something that was rarely seen in previous battles.

They may not be elite, but they are indeed very capable.

The obvious reality is exactly what Malashenko had foreseen earlier: the closer the battle is to Berlin, the more insane the Germans will be, until they reach full power after they invade Berlin. The highest level. Although the current battle in Zero Highlands is quite cruel, it is still not the peak.

The technical and tactical levels of this group may not be very good, but they are indeed extremely crazy opponents who must be destroyed. Apart from being destroyed, there is no other way to make them put down their weapons obediently. The only thing you can do is to use all means to make him lie down, no longer able to pick up the weapon in his hand, and not to care about life or death.

"Careful, Kraut Iron Fist!"

call out--

Boom——

The advancing infantry fighting vehicle was too close to the ubiquitous enemy anti-tank infantry. The German who suddenly poked his head out of the foxhole picked up his iron fist and, without saying a word, attacked the oncoming Russian infantry on the spot. The chariot came hard.

The piercing screams of explosions were mixed with smoke and dust. The soldiers who were following closely behind the infantry combat vehicle only felt that the moving copper and iron wall in front of them that was covering their progress trembled violently. Then it fell into a stagnant state and stopped moving forward. It was unclear. Where did the round hit? The squad leader quickly opened the infantry hatch and stuck his head in.

"Is everything okay in the car? How's it going?"

"Ahem, I was hit in the first shot, and the additional armor blocked it, but we couldn't withstand any more attacks. This is already the ninth shot since the war started. The additional armor outside is probably almost destroyed. We can only rely on the basic armor to block it. Can’t stand the German’s iron fist.”

Modified using a batch of mass-produced specifications of the T43 medium tank chassis, the basic protection performance of the BMP43 infantry fighting vehicle is still acceptable. The body protection performance, excluding the turret, is at the standard medium tank level. After adding a new modular additional armor kit, it can even withstand the bombardment of German infantry anti-tank weapons, such as Panzerfaust and tank killers.

But this is subject to conditions. The condition is that the additional armor attached to the BMP43 body has not been exhausted in the battle and has been completely blown away and peeled off.

The additional armor fixed outside the support frame with rivets and bolts is far from as strong as the basic welded armor. It is a common thing to see it blown off and peeled off when encountering a strong kinetic energy impact or an explosion directly hitting the face. The BMP43 infantry fighting vehicle body without additional armor protection will inevitably be very fragile.

Not to mention the more powerful tank-killing bazooka, even the heavy-duty Iron Fist commonly used by the Germans can knock over the BMP43 head-on. After eating the ninth round of infantry anti-tank ammunition, the car has already endured too much. The injured BMP43 may not be able to continue to charge forward.

"Understood, from now on we will open the way in front, and you will be responsible for covering. We will move towards the trenches and bunkers to suppress any Germans who fire at us!"

"Okay, be safe comrade!"

Even without the mobile cover of infantry fighting vehicles to absorb damage, the battle must still be fought. The leader division has never been a unit that cannot fight without good equipment. Excellent equipment has always only increased the combat power of the leader division. Successful, necessary but not the only one.

"Get ready, move towards the two o'clock trenches, the infantry fighting vehicles will cover us! We are thirty meters away, follow me closely!"

"Charge! Up, up, up!"

An entire squad of mechanized infantry moved out of position and ran towards the trench not far away.

The sharp-eyed German soldiers who were guarding the other side of the trench not far away suddenly saw several Russian figures running towards their own side. The leading German second lieutenant immediately tried to concentrate firepower on him. He waved his hand in the direction.

"Open fire! Kill those Russians, machine gun suppression! Don't let them into the trenches!"

The MG42 set up on the side heard the wind and immediately turned the muzzle and pulled the trigger. The bright green tracer flames flew straight towards the person as if they had eyes.

"Well!!!"

The rifleman running at the end of the team was unable to dodge. He was about to throw himself into the crater next to him and find temporary cover to avoid it, but he was a step too late. He was directly hit in the right leg by the MG42 barrage swept horizontally. His whole body was instantly like a gun. The puppet with its strings cut off groaned, and then fell into the crater that had reached the edge, life or death unknown.

"The Nazi machine gun, he is hitting our people, fire quickly and kill him!"

The MG42 made a lot of noise when it fired, especially when it held the trigger and fired continuously. The hissing white smoke was like boiled water.

Coupled with the conspicuous green tracer trajectory, anyone with eyes that were not blind could see it. The commander and gunner had already found the target without the help of the loader to report the target position.

"Fuck you, Sukanas pig!"

If the sound of the MG42 when it was strafing was like a cloth tearing machine, howling at high speed and breaking through the air. The sound of the BMP43's 25mm machine gun when it fired was like continuous drum beating, loud and powerful.

Boom, boom, boom---

The German machine gunner was still preparing to extend the firepower and continue to chase and suppress the enemies who were about to jump into the trenches, but he never expected that the Russian tank that had been silent and motionless after being hit by a fist just now, actually shook the turret again as if it had been resurrected and aimed at its own position.

It was too late to put away the gun and run away. It was too late to even throw away the gun and turn around and run.

The powerful 25mm high-explosive incendiary armor-piercing bullet chain hit them head-on, and the wooden frame of the trench wall that served as a temporary machine gun bunker was directly penetrated and blown away along with the soil layer.

The large pieces of broken soil and wood chips raised by the explosion flew in the air, and the armor-piercing bullets that penetrated the soil layer and reinforced wooden beams of the trench tore into flesh and blood. The location of the entire German infantry group was just a bloody mist, and even the screams had disappeared.