Chapter 2644: Fierce Fighting on the Street (Part 1)

"Iushkin! You son of a bitch dared to steal my car!? You are a rebellion!"

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Iushkin, who was originally excited, was stunned for a moment when he heard this. ₆₉ₛₕᵤₓ.cₒₘ

There is no doubt that the person who opened his voice and cursed at the other end of the radio was the "dear comrade driver" he was very familiar with.

Although Iushkin claimed that he had been prepared to be severely criticized by Malashenko, when all this really hit his head like Thor's hammer, Iushkin was still hit by thunder on the spot, stammering and not knowing how to answer for a while.

"Listen up! Now follow my orders. All crew members, tune the radio to the backup inter-vehicle channel. I will give orders from the backup inter-vehicle channel! You kid, don't do anything reckless. You must listen to what I say. Even if I'm not in the car, you have to follow the rules. Do you understand?!"

It's not that Malashenko is unwilling to give Iushkin a chance to show his abilities, to let Iushkin practice his skills and master real command capabilities.

It's just that now is really not the right time.

The Nazi fanatics on the opposite side are still continuing to attack fiercely and have no intention of giving up. They are determined not to give up until the Red Army is driven out of this outer city.

Malashenko has no control over how these people commit suicide, but Malashenko must take care of the matter of "physical salvation" for the Nazis.

You committing suicide is your business, and I giving you physical salvation is my business.

The two things are unrelated, we each do our own thing, and Malashenko also wants his troops to not suffer too much damage when they "physically save" the Nazis.

You, the nazis, are gathering strong men everywhere to challenge my mace. Your nazis’ heads are worthless, but my life is. Comrade Ma has never done a losing business, and this time is no exception.

There is another thing that Malashenko has never mentioned on the radio.

The battle has come to this point, and it seems that there is only one step left to victory.

The No. 177 crew has lost two comrades who have shared life and death and fought side by side. Malashenko does not want to lose any brothers of the No. 177 crew at this last moment when the red flag is about to fly over Berlin. Malashenko hopes that all the remaining members of the No. 177 crew can bring all the parts on their bodies and live to welcome the moment of final victory.

Ivushkin, an adventurous gunner who also serves as the commander, has greatly increased the risk factor of the entire vehicle when the crew is missing one person, and the most important person, and directly rushed into the battle with his weapons, especially for the most dangerous close combat moments such as street fighting. ɱ

This was the first time for Malashenko to remotely control her own tank from another tank. She had never even thought about it before.

But since things had come to this point, the arrow had to be shot. Malashenko had no choice but to hold her nose and endure it. No matter how inconvenient it was, she had to do it, and she had to do it to the best of her ability.

"Front, all crews press forward! Use maximum firepower to push the Nazis down, and shoot these bastards down! Prioritize high-value targets and move forward!"

The German attack was crazy. In just a short while when Malashenko led the team to arrive, he saw that the German sticks on the opposite street were like cockroaches that had exploded. At least a company of infantry rushed out. They danced with bullets while staggering and flying, and desperately performed tactical actions. They ran to the nearest bunker at the fastest speed possible in their lives.

As described in the earlier intelligence, this German battle group, which is quite mechanized and highly mobile on paved roads in the city, only needs such a rough look to see its true level and ability, at least to see the lower limit of its comprehensive level and ability.

Such proficiency and such agile tactical movements cannot be made by the German civilians who were forcibly conscripted into the army. In addition, although it is not as good as the leader division, it is already a good infantry-tank coordination and tactical coordination ability at the general level. If you don’t fight a double-digit battle and win more games, you can’t even think about it.

If Malashenko is right, this should be a Wehrmacht unit with a lower level that is at least not lower than the Nazi lunatics on the Zelo Heights, and it is also a genuine field unit with quite skilled combat experience.

There may be other troops that were scattered or supplemented to piece together, but the core backbone of this German army must be a formal field unit with a complete system.

But it's okay, such opponents and such battle scenes are exactly what Malashenko expects to encounter now.

It's better to kill and annihilate these annoying Nazis in the defensive battle in the outer city than to wear them down little by little in the deep attack in the city later.

You have to fight early or late. Malashenko doesn't think that you Germans will raise the white flag and surrender and declare the fall of Berlin before such elite city defense troops are exhausted and completely lose all their capital.

In any case, before the fluttering red flag is finally planted on the top of the Reichstag and flutters in the wind, this group of elite German forces who can be seen as the main force of the city defense force will die.

Since the battle is unavoidable, it is better to catch up with a relatively suitable occasion to fight this battle and get things done. At least in the past, there has been no more suitable time than now. The difficulty level of killing a group of Nazis who voluntarily come to the door to die is much easier than killing a group of Nazis who hide in the building and make a living.

That is why it is so important to kill the enemy's living forces as much as possible and turn as many German sticks as possible into corpses lying on the street. So Malashenko, who did not hide anything, took out the maximum offensive force as soon as he came up. The arrival of the division commander and the team also meant the beginning of the counterattack.

"High explosive bombs are good!"

"Gunner, aim, half-track vehicle in the middle of the road ahead, fire!"

"Fire!"

Boom--

Without Iushkin by his side, he was inside a strange tank.

There was no photo of Natalia in front of the commander's seat, which he had specially used to decorate the interior. Instead, there was a family photo of Kurbalov with his wife and children.

All of this made Malashenko feel a little uncomfortable, but only a little.

In the name of his job, he called on the gunner to project destruction. Malashenko, who quickly entered the state, was still the "iron butcher" and "three-good division commander" who was feared by the enemy and respected by his comrades.

A counterattack that kicked off with more than a dozen IS7s slowly pressing forward has only just begun.