Chapter 2607 Gone with the Wind

"Every crew is moving forward at full speed! Just knock this pile of garbage away from me and crush those naughty dogs!"

"receive!"

"clear!"

"IS7 moving forward at full speed! Hurrah!!!"

Malashenko's order seemed like a shot in the arm that was directly injected into the hearts of all the crews of the guard company. All the more than ten IS7 heavy tanks participating in the battle all stepped on the accelerator and turned on their horsepower. One after another, they were like arrows. It rushed straight to the center of the block entrance, and the momentum was simply terrifying.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine such a large group of steel behemoths weighing nearly 70 tons rushing forward. Each one of them was carrying a big, thick-tubed cannon, driving on paved roads at nearly 60 kilometers per hour. What is the scene like when someone rushes towards you quickly?

Fortunately, not all the German soldiers who participated in the war died suddenly after this battle. After all, some surviving German soldiers survived the Battle of Berlin and spent the "hard and arduous" years in the labor camps before being released home and able to live in their later years. Write a memoir to describe your feelings at the time.

"At that moment, I felt like a vase in a glass shop, a red vase, deep red and translucent. And those Russian heavy tanks were like a group of crazed bulls, with veins all over their bodies and muscles bulging, spraying from their nostrils. With white gas like steam locomotives, they rushed toward me in groups.

"At that moment I gave up hope. I had no doubt that the final winner would be them. Anyone who dared to stand in front of those monsters would only end up dead. This was indeed the result. The Russians finally found a way to use it. The road to victory is paved with blood and meat sauce.”

No matter what is written or said in the German memoirs in the future, Comrade Lao Ma neither knows nor cares at the moment.

IS7 heavy tanks that looked like crazed bulls stepped on the accelerator and increased their horsepower output to the limit. How could those steel junk wreckage that had been blown to pieces by the Red Navy's 130mm naval guns stop such a tanker? A group of crazy steel monsters.

The twisted and deformed remains of the Juma were like a mineral water bottle that fell on the road and was run over by a speeding dump truck. It was "mercilessly trampled" by IS7.

The wreckage of the Juma, which had been blown into a twisted shape and looked like a twist, was almost instantly dragged under the tracks of the speeding IS7 and violently twisted.

Exploding into a twist-like shape is only the first step. It is completed after being crushed into slag and iron pieces.

The IS7s that ruthlessly destroyed the Juma wreckage were almost unaffected, except for a slight slowdown caused by the tracks hitting obstacles.

The fate of the truck wreckage that followed and continued to block in front of them was not much better. It was like a child's toy truck being hit by a dump truck, or a German guy's truck wreckage being hit by a violent IS7.

The fact that the tonnage is not in the same order of magnitude makes these truck wreckage basically "the same as not". Not only were they knocked away by the IS7 and pushed away, the car body that was already so fragile in structure was even "broken apart" on the spot. ".

Various parts that were so blackened were directly damaged and fell everywhere. Even the burning rubber tires were like the Hot Wheels under Nezha's feet. They were directly damaged from the wheel hub and carried with them along the way. The blazing fire and billowing black smoke directly hit the German soldiers who were close at hand across the street.

The charge speed of IS7 is so fast that not only medium tanks, but also many light tanks cannot catch up with its speed on paved roads.

Even though they were still too shocked to fully react to the shock of the IS7's sudden attack, the few unlucky German soldiers closest to them were unable to dodge the "Hot Wheels" that were billowing black smoke and coming towards them.

A reaction was half a beat too late, and the final result was death on the spot, and the death was tragic.

Truck tires that look silly, thick, thick, and unattractive are actually very powerful "weapons." If the fragile bones of a human body encounter a tire rolling at high speed, don't expect anything good to happen if it is hit hard. Ended up, such as the unlucky guy who was hit in the face by "Hot Wheels" on the spot.

The flaming tires directly "enchanted" the liquefied rubber with the flames on the face of the unlucky German soldier, and a burst of "anger" instantly transformed into a fire-headed "Ghost Rider".

Before the unlucky German soldier could scream or yell, the huge "Hot Wheel" continued to roll down and hit him hard on the chest with a powerful impact.

There was no need or possibility of resuscitation, and a 1.8-meter tall living person just died on the spot.

His head was burned into a "Ghost Rider", and all the ribs on his chest were crushed and fractured by the impact of the tire. The broken ribs were even forced inward and pierced through the heart under the strong pressure of external forces.

You can even say that the German soldier killed himself. This is indeed true from the direct cause of death. It was indeed his own ribs that completed the fatal blow to the heart.

The unlucky guy who died in such a miserable state threw himself onto the street without saying a word, but the other German soldiers around him didn't even look at him or even think about it.

This does not mean recognizing indifference and ignoring life and death, but the lives of those German soldiers who are still alive are now in danger.

The IS7 heavy tanks that crushed the scrap iron of the barricades and smashed the wreckage of the trucks were unstoppable. Driven by the terrifying horsepower that seemed to be too powerful to belong to this era, with the residual "fire enchantment" obtained from the wreckage of the trucks, they crossed the street and ran towards the faces of the German soldiers who were already close.

Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone. The fear that came head-on was not just these terrible IS7 heavy tanks.

The tacit cooperation and rapid coordination ability of those Russians were probably more terrifying than the performance of their equipment in the eyes of the German army, who had good eyesight and knew the inside story.

Almost at the same time as the IS7 forcibly cleared the obstacles and garbage at the street corner by bombardment and crushing.

Those "small tanks" following these huge steel giants, at least most German soldiers who did not understand how this equipment was defined called it that, had already crossed the street corner at a speed that could keep pace with the IS7 and began to "turn people into living people".

The German soldiers, who had never seen so many infantrymen rushing out of a tank, were horrified. They wanted to put down their anti-tank weapons and shoot with their guns, but it was too late.

Machine guns, cannons, and even large-caliber tank main guns.

The Red Army armored forces that rushed through the street were not in a hurry to continue to rush forward, but immediately stopped and formed a formation, taking out the maximum output and firing at any German target in front of them. The unlucky German soldiers who had no time to run away were really like scarecrows swept by a tornado, and were directly blown away by the wind.