Chapter 2645: Fierce Street Fight (Part 2)

If the battle that just felt relatively easy can be described as going with the flow.

Then for the current German army, the current battle situation, the enemy in front of them who have not changed but have reinforcements, can be said to be like a heavy moving iron wall that hits the face firmly, hitting them dizzy and bloody, and they can't recover for a while, not knowing why the situation has changed so suddenly.

Under Malashenko's order, including the 177 vehicle that is temporarily missing a commander.

All IS7 heavy tanks keep firing at full power and press forward. All the machine guns on the body are like mobile machine gun bunkers, spewing violent flames. The super-large barrel main gun with a huge muzzle brake is constantly bursting out hot flames, and one bullet after another is delivered to the oncoming enemy in the roar.

"Comrades, attack the enemy! Victory belongs to the leader division, long live Stalin! Ura!!!"

The regimental political commissar who was on the scene to command the battle and maintain morale raised his arms and shouted, holding up the Tokarev TT33 pistol tightly in his hand and shouting, releasing the most shocking war roar to the enemy.

Such scenes have happened countless times and staged countless scenes on the battlefield of the protracted Patriotic War, but they always have the best effect every time they happen. Project morale, courage and fearlessness on every soldier of your side, bring horror, fear and death to any enemy who dares to fight against the enemy, and crush everything.

Ura——

"Shasen! The Russians are crazy! Hold on, don't retreat, and hold the front line!!!"

As long as the "Ura" sounded on the battlefield, no matter how crazy the German commander was, he would understand one thing.

It doesn't matter how strong the enemy you are facing is, or whether it is easy or difficult to deal with.

The important thing is that they really want to fight you to the death.

The anger of a common man can cause blood to splatter five steps, and it is even more than that in front of this group of Russians who are fighting for their lives. There are many German soldiers who originally had an advantage but were overwhelmed by a wave and turned defeat into victory. Now the scene of the opposite group of Russians who were already like chicken blood rushing over brazenly can be imagined.

"Damn it! No bullets, ammunition man! I need ammunition"

Swish--

Crack--

"The machine gunner is killed, who will support the machine gun! Go quickly"

Boom--

The machine gunner who was standing next to the window of a street shop was shot and fell before he could call the ammunition man. The squad leader who called his soldiers to fill in the position did not even finish his words. A 130mm high-explosive grenade fired from the muzzle of an unknown IS7 had already come to his face and roared.

The huge blast instantly turned the entire first-floor shop upside down. The Red Navy 130 grenade, which was powerful and far superior to the 122 heirloom, showed no mercy or compassion.

The firestorm was accompanied by dust, and the things that were blown up and thrown onto the street were not just broken furniture and building debris and bricks. There were also broken flesh and bones that could not be identified as who they were and what part they belonged to, and the red and white colors stained with dust also exuded the smell of destruction.

"Back off! Back off! We can't hold on, the tanks have already attacked!"

The German soldiers in front who couldn't bear it anymore shouted to retreat.

"Cowards! No retreat! The Führer will twist your heads off, keep fighting!"

The fanatical Nazi officers in the rear waved their pistols and shouted loudly, ready to pull the trigger at any time to stop any possible retreat.

Facing the rumbling Russian steel monster, even the most incompetent German commanders knew that if they did not get rid of these huge and terrifying war machines, any attempt to stop the Russian offensive would only be performance art.

The tanks and assault guns on the streets used to support the attack and cover the breakthrough had been blown to pieces by the Russians' huge artillery, leaving only a few. The narrow streets were not convenient for the deployment of troops, and the limitation of the Germans' strength was the same. It would not change in the slightest because they were locals fighting on their own. The battlefield environment was fair, bloody and cruel.

Without the support of armored vehicles, which were already few in number and absolutely inferior in quality, the German army had no choice but to try to resolve the battle in the least efficient way: using infantry to fight tanks.

The good news is that many buildings along the streets on both sides of the street are still in the hands of the Germans.

At least before the murderous Russian soldiers kicked the door open and rushed in with grenades, the Germans in the house could still make a last stand with all the anti-tank weapons they could find. This was the last chance for the Germans on the street who were still unwilling to give up the attack and took the initiative to retreat.

"This is indoors! Are you crazy? The wake will blow us all away, we can't fight like this!"

"Shut up! There is no other way, we will be targets if we shoot outside! Open the door, I will destroy the Russian tractor here!"

The main shooter carrying the iron pipe was irritable and angry, with bloodshot eyes. He ignored the good advice of the deputy shooter and just shouted loudly to open the door, ready to fight with the Russian steel monsters rumbling outside the window.

Seeing that persuasion was ineffective, the deputy shooter had no choice but to turn around, crouch down, cover his helmet with his hands, and run away staggeringly in the explosion and earthquake coming from the street. He came to the door and pulled it open. He didn't even have time to go back the same way and just turned around and lay down.

"Go to hell! Russian pigs!"

Boom--

The "tank killer" 88mm rocket on the shoulder sprayed out blazing flames, and the tail end of the steel pipe also sprayed out scorching tail streams, splashing violently in the room and reverberating, just as the assistant gunner warned a few seconds ago.

The 88mm rocket that was ejected from the barrel flew straight out with an orange-red tail flame, rushing straight towards the target that was not far away.

The steel behemoth, which seemed to be unaware of the target, and in fact might not care much even if it was aware of it, had no time to dodge, and was hit hard on the side armor plate of the vehicle body by this 88mm rocket, but the angle of incidence was not right.

The 88mm rocket with an angle of incidence of almost 45 degrees detonated smoothly, exploding a burst of fire and flames and raising clouds of dust.

Even with the door open, the crazy main shooter was still knocked to the ground by the residual force of the wake. Only then did he get up from the ground, and the rocket launcher tube in his hand had already fallen to the ground.

Rather than bending down to pick up the weapon and reload it immediately, he obviously cared more about the result of this "fatal blow" just now.

And the huge cannon tube that slowly emerged from the dissipation of black smoke was already pointing towards him, which was the best and only result that reality gave him.