Chapter 2726 Collapse and Death

"Sorry, I didn't get permission. Is that your Red Army's secret weapon? Can I take a picture of it? I was afraid of missing this opportunity, so I took a picture first."

One of the advantages of being a soldier and working in the media is that David has a clearer understanding of what is a military secret, what can be photographed, and what cannot be photographed.

The extremely violent Russian war machine that was just short of having "destruction" printed on the body was too terrifying. Under the ravages of its terrifying power, a five-story brick-concrete building was turned into a pile of rubble with smoke and dust in less than ten seconds.

This overly scary power has never been seen before. David, who served in the US Marine Corps and experienced the tragic situation of the bloody battle of Guadalcanal, has never even heard of it.

David even felt a little melancholy when he recalled the past in a trance, and there was a moment of emotion

If the Marine Corps had this kind of destructive machine that was enough to shake the earth just by firing, wouldn't the death rate of the Japanese devils on Guadalcanal be more than three times? Perhaps Bennett, Bruce, and Captain Cole would not have to sacrifice.

History does not repeat itself, and there is no if in war.

David, who saw such a terrible war machine for the first time in his life, was not only amazed at the powerful ability of the Russians to create steel behemoths. He knew that this destructive machine, which had never even heard of similar concepts, was most likely a secret weapon of the Russians and a military secret.

Although he took the photo without asking for permission first, and Major Kovanov next to him did not stop him on the spot, it was hard to say whether the photo would be confiscated afterwards.

"My words do not count. Someone will check your photos afterwards. If those people say there is no problem, then your photos are really fine."

While answering David beside him with an indifferent tone, he carefully poked his head out a little and observed the situation outside the alley.

A series of mortar shells from the Germans fell, driving away most of the Red Army soldiers who were originally coordinating infantry and tanks on the street.

Tanks can protect infantry from all kinds of flying objects that come directly at them, but they cannot protect infantry from parabolic mortar shells.

In a street fighting environment, hiding in the buildings on both sides of the street is the only way. The Stalin heavy tanks, which have lost the cover of infantry, can almost ignore the harassment of these small-caliber mortar shells with their thick skin and flesh, without deliberately avoiding them.

But if they continue to attack along the street without the cover of infantry, it is almost tantamount to seeking death. The German infantry can arbitrarily crush the tanks with severely limited vision. Even a giant beast like IS7 with thick skin and flesh is destroyed in a matter of time. Tanks and infantry are in a relationship of mutual dependence.

What is battlefield symbiosis? This is battlefield symbiosis.

So when the infantry entered the buildings on both sides of the street to avoid the artillery fire, the tank units that were not affected were also forced to stop at the same time.

The originally coordinated and orderly offensive rhythm was paused by the Germans' small mortars. The seemingly inconspicuous mortars did what the anti-tank guns and missiles could not do. Maybe even the Germans themselves did not expect this and felt a little surprised.

But whether it was a surprise or not, the Germans' joy was destined not to last too long.

The fierce and unreasonable "anti-artillery firepower" of the Russians on the opposite side directly knocked down the main mortar positions of the German army.

Yes, those experienced front-line commanders of the leadership division did guess right.

Combined with the general direction of the whistling sound of the artillery shells, the interval from the whistling sound to the explosion of the artillery shells, and considering the parabolic trajectory pattern of the mortars, as well as the actual battlefield environment with many buildings.

In the seemingly complex street fighting, there are not many optional firing positions that can be provided to the German army for mortar suppression, and the roof of the red building is the most suspected target.

The German mortar team, who did not dare to underestimate the enemy, had actually moved fast enough.

After a short burst of rapid fire, they were ordered to retreat first regardless of the effect of the attack.

The German mortar team, who had several shells flying out of the barrel, did not even have time to wait for the first shell to explode after being adjusted to the maximum shooting elevation and taking a high-throw trajectory, just to extend the flight process of the shell as much as possible to buy time for evacuation.

They had already packed up the simply arranged mortars and portable ammunition boxes at the speed of light, and quickly evacuated along the original route they came from, carrying them one by one and carrying them on their shoulders.

Past combat experience and lessons told these German artillerymen: If you play with artillery within the range of Russian artillery, you have to be extra careful, because the most taboo of Russian artilleryism is that someone tries to provoke them in the field of artillery.

Even if the evacuation was a little slower, this seemingly solid and reliable building would be in danger of being covered by the Russian heavy artillery shells and rocket rain, and no one would be able to escape at that time.

But the German mortar team that went down the stairs to the rooftop and then fled frantically downstairs never expected this.

The annoyed Russians would not only retaliate against them with devastating artillery fire, but also with new gadgets that they had never seen or even heard of before. A "rocket assault tank" that looked like artillery and was indeed classified as assault artillery in the leader division, but whose actual combat mode was very different from traditional artillery.

When the first 310mm rocket penetrated the wall and hit the building, the German mortar team had just gone down to the third floor stairwell and had not had time to step on the second floor stairs.

Dozens of people were not killed in the end, at least most of them were not, but were buried alive by the collapsed ruins caused by the complete destruction of the load-bearing structure.

When the heavy support firepower at the division level was directly fired at the distance of direct shooting within the visual range and completed the effective projection of firepower within the shortest strike cycle time, all the running actions that relied on two legs to risk their lives seemed so pale and meaningless.

Seeing the soldiers who were looking for cover on both sides of the street coming out again, the tanks and infantry fighting vehicles that had been temporarily stopped also started to get back on the road after being covered.

The temporary relief of the crisis made the nervous Kovanov breathe a sigh of relief. He turned his head to look at David beside him and was about to say something, but he never expected that a figure suddenly flashed in the depths of the alley not far away and suddenly caught his eye.