Chapter 2806 The Whistling Sound Will Cover Berlin

Time goes back to 5 minutes ago, in the artillery observation post established by the reconnaissance company of the leader division near the front line of actual control.

Malashenko, who rejected Kurbalov's persuasion of "too close to the enemy, too dangerous" on the grounds that "I can go wherever the soldiers have taken down", was standing in this room full of bullet holes and blown to pieces by the explosion of the closed space of the grenade, looking out the window where the glass had long been broken.

This is the edge commanding height in the actual control area of ​​the leader division, the closest straight-line distance to the zoo and the best view.

Just in the last hour before the sun set yesterday, this was still an important stronghold occupied by a squad of German troops.

If all the German troops upstairs and downstairs were counted, the number would be even greater, to the extent that it is estimated that there would be more than a platoon.

Looking at the busy artillery soldiers and communication staff around him, as well as a large number of artillery observation optical equipment and communication equipment that had been set up.

Malashenko attached great importance to the combat plan and came to supervise it personally, not wanting to make any mistakes. The commander of the rocket assault battalion, who was in charge of the specific work on site and was directly responsible to the division commander, was reporting to Malashenko.

"All preparations are ready, comrade division commander. Considering that the actual combat firing rate is about one round per half an hour to forty minutes, we have enough time to calculate and correct the artillery coordinates, and then transmit them by telegram. As long as nothing unexpected happens, everything will be in time.

Tell a joke, the most powerful and most frightening tank unit of the leader division is actually affiliated with the artillery.

This is a bit of a black joke, but most people who meet the essence of the rocket assault battalion have no chance to know the truth.

After listening to the truthful report of the battalion commander of the rocket assault battalion who resumed his artillery duties, Malashenko raised his hand to look at the time on his watch and was not relieved. Then he took out the pocket watch he was carrying from his arms and took another look. After confirming that the time of the two watches was consistent and matched, he spoke.

"Don't take it lightly. There are accidents in everything, but this time I must block any accidents for me, and there must be no mistakes. ”

The commander of the rocket assault battalion, who knew the importance of this mission, nodded slowly. He was directly under the command of the division headquarters and knew the temper of the division commander very well. If he could say this, he was definitely not joking with you, and Malashenko continued.

"We still don't know the specific damage effect of the shelling. Theoretically, the tower is almost indestructible. Even the explosives used by the engineers for construction and blasting are hundreds of tons. Conventional artillery is just a tickle no matter how large the caliber is. "

"But we have unconventional artillery, which is a strategic weapon of this era. "

"Theoretically indestructible strategic cannons versus theoretically indestructible Nazi towers, no one knows what the result of this collision will be, and it is unpredictable, so this is the task you must complete.

"Keep your eyes on the target at all times, keep your eyes on it, and then record all the parameters of the bombardment and accurately assess the damage. I have picked you out of all the artillerymen in the division to take on the heavy responsibility. You should have a sense of responsibility but you can't be overwhelmed. Do what you should do and do it well."

"Engrave the names of you and all your comrades in the history books, so that your deeds will be remembered forever by future generations. I believe you can do it, just go for it!"

Although Malashenko's mouth was full of candy-like machine guns, the limited time still did not allow Malashenko to make a long speech like a morale mobilization, and the last moment had arrived before the voice fell.

"One minute countdown, everyone take your positions!"

Accompanied by the order of the on-site commander, the battalion commander of the rocket assault battalion, the artillerymen, who were as tense as a slingshot, immediately rushed to their respective posts, holding various "long guns and short guns" of artillery observation equipment and aiming at the target.

It is true that although you Germans are not good at making cars, you are really good at making optical equipment.

All kinds of artillery optical observation equipment and image-matching range-finding equipment from the big brand Zeiss were set up and ready. These were captured by the leader division from various German divisional and even military senior artillery units in previous battles.

Not to mention in the hands of the Red Army, even within the German army, these things are high-end goods that can only be used by a very small number of senior artillery units. They are also maintained to the maximum extent by the leader division with elite personnel and original German parts.

In order to ensure that this mission is foolproof, Malashenko basically bet on all the treasures that can be used and taken out of his hands.

Next to the artillery observation position, the communication team is also ready. The later artillery coordinate calibration and damage assessment analysis will be fed back to the artillery units dozens of kilometers outside the city by them as soon as possible.

At this moment, somewhere in the suburbs of Berlin, at an artillery position more than 30 kilometers away from the center of Berlin.

This place is more heavily guarded than the super-large artillery position of the First Belarusian Front Command. The total force, including all the garrisons and task forces, is as many as 5,000.

But in contrast, such a super-large and heavily guarded artillery position has only one main artillery that can really play a role.

A super cannon that was personally inspected and named by the leader Comrade Stalin, and the only one in the entire Red Army, is also the "strategic weapon of this era" in the words of Malashenko - the 800mm super-heavy railway gun "Red Stalingrad".

Miss Dora is now in the shape of Comrade Kind Father, but this is not important.

What is important is that Comrade "Red Stalingrad", who has abandoned the dark and joined the Red Army and devoted herself to the great cause, is about to have her first actual combat debut, and it is also her first actual combat firing since she left the factory.

Even the group of souls who created her could not make her actually fire at the enemy, but Comrade Malashenko, who led her to join the Red Army, did it.

This has to be said to be a great irony, indeed.

When the 800mm chromium-nickel alloy steel concrete-destroying bomb weighing 1 ton was hoisted onto the projectile transport vehicle by the crane, and then sent into the gun chamber by the rail transport vehicle pushed by manpower, the breech was closed.

When the 48-meter-long 6-caliber giant barrel was raised to the firing angle and adjusted.

Zhukov, who had taken out two precious hours to supervise the battle in person, heard the commander-in-chief report to him that everything was ready, and watched the second hand of his pocket watch freeze to the agreed last moment and point to the right place.

A command that was enough to be recorded in history was quietly spoken.

"Fire!"

The largest caliber barrel gun ever built by mankind roared and roared, and the earth-shaking impact instantly rose to the ground, sweeping everything under the huge gun like a storm, deafening.

Even Malashenko, who was in the city of Berlin and in the building, could hear the terrible roar from the sky, which was as shocking as a heavy-loaded train passing by at high speed on the top of his head.

"The Nazis in the tower are finished!"

This was the only thought of Malashenko when he heard this horrifying cry.

And it was fulfilled in reality the next second.