Chapter 2808 Look at This Powerful Red Stalingrad! (Part 2)

"Take a cigarette and relax, Comrade Division Commander."

Comrade Stenev, the loyal sailor shirt guard, couldn't bear to watch.

He didn't know how to operate artillery and didn't understand communication equipment. His only duty was to protect Comrade Division Commander in the war zone, as assigned by Comrade Political Commissar. He couldn't leave.

But Comrade Division Commander was not in danger now, so he didn't need to sacrifice his body to protect him.

All the comrades at the scene were busy, even Comrade Division Commander was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, pacing back and forth, but he had nothing to do and couldn't help at all. Stenev was so anxious that he could not go up.

He thought for a long time and finally took out the cigarette box from his pocket. He was just kind-hearted to see if he could help the division commander.

Malashenko, who was indeed anxious and uneasy, stopped when he heard the words. After a slight pause, he reached out and took the cigarette handed by Stenev.

The cigarette was pinched between his fingertips and ready to be put into his mouth. Looking at the lighter that Stenev had already taken the initiative to light and handed in front of him, Malashenko thought about it and gave up, but he still couldn't smoke this cigarette.

"Wait a while, wait until the broken tower of Sukabulie collapses before smoking. ”

It is rare to see Malashenko voluntarily refuse to smoke a cigarette, and Stenev saw it today.

That is, when this former naval infantry tough guy didn't know what to say or do next.

The commander of the rocket assault battalion, who had been busy with his own work and led the team to draw the map, finally took his fresh results and rushed to Malashenko in two steps and three steps at a time and spoke repeatedly.

"It's out! The result is out! Comrade division commander!"

"Huh! ?"

Malashenko, who was anxiously spinning in place like an ant on a hot pot, was waiting for this sentence. Without saying a word, he grabbed the draft paper handed to him and responded.

"Are you sure about the result? Are you sure there will be no problem? "

As he spoke, he was still looking at the artillery calibration parameters that had just been solved and summarized on the draft paper in front of him, reading them again and again at a speed of ten lines at a glance, and repeatedly confirming them.

Facing the final inquiry of the division commander, the battalion commander, who did not dare to say 100% guarantee but had indeed done his best, just spoke firmly.

"Check three times, and I will personally confirm three times. If there is any problem, please deal with it by military law!"

"Very good!"

Things on the battlefield are never 100% accurate, just like any surgical operation will not have a responsible surgeon who tells you that there will be 100% no mistakes.

At present, being able to get such a result has made Malashenko satisfied enough.

"Send the message! Send it immediately!"

"Yes! ”

In this era of underdeveloped communication means and delayed battlefield feedback, the reloading process of the "Red Stalingrad", which takes at least half an hour, actually provides enough time to understand and transmit precise artillery calibration parameters.

More than 30 kilometers away from Malashenko's position, in a giant artillery position protected by strict anti-aircraft artillery positions and guards infantry and tank soldiers.

Zhukov, who was on the scene to supervise the battle, took the warm telegram handed to him by the commander-in-chief, glanced at the detailed numbers and text information recorded on it, and then responded.

"Just fight as it says, and believe the comrades in the city."

"Yes! Comrade Marshal! ”

The artillery major general who received the telegram from Comrade Lao Zhu turned around and left quickly, running towards the "Red Stalingrad" which was not far away and was closing the next breech block after the projectiles and propellants were loaded into the chamber.

"I still find it hard to believe that the Germans could have created such a war machine, Comrade Marshal. It is hard to imagine how our comrades could fight to the last moment under such terrible power when they were bombarded by this huge cannon in Sevastopol. "

Comrade Chief of Staff, who came with Zhukov, did not have as much power as Comrade Zhukov.

At the beginning, he was not on the special invitation list issued by the leader Comrade Stalin, and was unable to accompany Comrade Cifu to the Kubinka weapons test site to personally experience the glory of the "Red Stalingrad" for the first time.

Comrade Chief of Staff, who witnessed this terrifying destructive power for the first time, was just shocked. He was so shocked that he didn't know how to accurately express his mood at the moment in words. He couldn't help but think of those comrades who fought bravely to the last moment in Sevastopol, and proved their courage and loyalty under such destructive power.

"It's all over, and I promise that such a scene will never happen to our motherland again, never. "

Zhukov's words were inexplicably sad.

After countless bloody battles, the last moment before victory has finally arrived. The indelible memory of war is surging in Zhukov's heart.

"Now it's time to let those Nazi scum who have brought disaster to the motherland taste the taste of being destroyed in an instant. Send them off with the ultimate weapon they built with their own hands."

As Zhukov's voice was still falling, the "Red Stalingrad", which had received the calibration parameters and coordinates for the artillery fire, had already begun the final debugging and aiming before the second firing.

When the 48-meter-long main gun barrel was slowly lifted up again, the loaded breech block was reset, ready to spray out the second fiery flame of revenge.

Malashenko, who was anxiously waiting in the city with his watch in his eyes, did not know that the terrible whistling sound, like a roaring train passing by his scalp, would once again cover the sky over Berlin and the entire city in a few minutes and seconds.

Malashenko did not know the exact time when the second shot would be fired after the first shot at the appointed time. All this depended on the execution of the artillery position more than 30 kilometers away, which made every second of waiting for this moment seem like a year.

Huwu——

Finally!

When the shrill whistling sound once again covered the sky over Berlin and flew over his head, Malashenko, who had never let go of his hands on the telescope, immediately raised his hands and looked at it.

He saw that the ultimate creation of the Nazi was once again ruthlessly hit by a meteor from the sky.

The winner between the strongest spear of Nazi and the strongest shield of Nazi was revealed the moment the front of the chrome-nickel alloy steel projectile touched the concrete.

Boom——

"Hit the bull's eye! Got it through!"

The accurately calibrated 1-ton projectile hit the enemy-facing side of the anti-aircraft tower firmly, hitting the core part in the center of the entire tower body with one shot.

A giant penetration hole wide enough for a tank to drive in appeared again.

This time, there were enough obstacles ahead to block the advance, and the delayed fuse that shortened the detonation time according to the results of the previous test shot would not give the Nazis a chance to survive.

Boom——

A huge explosion sounded from the inside of the towering anti-aircraft tower, and the thick smoke that rushed in all directions was like a pressure cooker that could not hold back and burst.