Chapter 2945: Buried Black Hole
"Are those Nazis crazy? Do they know what they are doing? Breaking into the bombing zone by force is not normal even for crazy people. It is pure suicide.
Iushkin, who witnessed the scene with his hand on the gun scope, said, "I don't understand, but I am shocked." Malashenko, who was standing next to him, seemed to have expected this. Even after seeing such a scene, his face remained calm.
"Either go back and wait to lose and die, or die on the battlefield. There is no third way for them to choose."
"You let these lunatics go back and wait to lose and die, and do nothing. That will make them feel worse than cutting their lungs. So the answer is obvious. They would rather die under our artillery fire than line up to enter the prisoner-of-war camp. The only way to stop these lunatics is to kill them all on the battlefield. ”
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Even though Ivushkin, who had fought against countless German opponents, still felt an indescribable taste in his heart when he saw these "rather die than live" lunatics willing to be buried with the Nazis, he didn't know how to speak.
Although the bombardment continued with good results, SS tanks began to rush out of the bombing area one after another, and the ISU-152A self-propelled artillery with its ammunition load and combat rate of fire certainly could not continue the blockade bombing for too long.
Malachenko, who did not expect to resolve the battle by relying on artillery barrage bombardment, was well prepared. He did not blow up and block the exits of the SS bastards in the block because he had planned to release all the bastards and catch them all in one fell swoop.
Seeing that the bombardment of the artillery barrage was almost over, Malachenko felt that it was time to start the second stage, and then he picked up the radio transmitter in his hand again and gave orders.
"All heavy tank crews, prepare, load armor-piercing shells; focus on high-threat armored targets first, and prepare to shoot! "
After receiving the order, the tall and mighty IS7 and the slightly smaller but equally huge IS6 immediately moved forward and drove to the firing position to prepare the shells to load and get ready.
When the powerful artillery barrage bombardment stopped, the entire offensive formation was like a cream cake that had been gnawed by a mouse. Looking down from the air, the SS battle group, which was missing a large piece, was still continuing.
Seeing the opportunity, the follow-up reinforcements immediately poured out of the block and came to the front in a continuous stream to provide rapid support.
Just as Malashenko said to Ivushkin: These bastards will not stop until they are all dead. Letting them go back and wait for death and defeat is more unacceptable to them than dying without a burial place now.
The artillery fire was just a prelude, the real armored collision was the real show.
One after another, the SS tanks continued to come, roaring past the scorching remains of their comrades.
The burning King Tiger and Panther were in unlimited supply here, and there were many Type 4 tanks that were hit on the head by a 152 Justice shot and shattered on the spot.
The air was full of the smoke of incompletely burned gunpowder and the smell of blood and barbecue. The surface that the tracks rolled over and the military boots stepped on was more lunar than the surface of the moon.
But even if all of the above were added together, it still couldn't stop the pace of these SS fanatics who were anxious to reincarnate.
As it should be, Malashenko's response to this was enough to make these Nazi fanatics get what they wanted.
"Fire, fight! "
Boom boom boom --
Boom boom boom --
Huge 130 and 122 artillery shells whizzed in with 25 machine gun shells, and the SS who were rushing head-on at the edge of the undulating square were hit hard.
Tanks were penetrated and blown away, and infantry were mowed into meat sauce. These have happened, are happening, and will continue to happen, just as those SS who are still alive will not stop and continue to die.
"The armored forces will concentrate their attacks on the northern flank of the Russians, which is a weak point in defense! Break through there to let the infantry enter and continue the attack!"
Among the many SS tanks that were either charging forward or stopping to fire, a huge "Teletubbies" command-type Tiger King kept sending out radio waves, guiding the SS mechanized cluster that changed its formation and adjusted its tactics in real time to concentrate its forces and began to attack the foot of the Capitol, which was also the weakest northern direction of the Malashenko reserve defense zone.
"Attention, Volga River Squadron! The enemy's main force is approaching your direction, prepare to fight! "
The main force of the SS rushed towards the north, but not all of them were deployed. At least a considerable number of SS troops were left behind to continue to attack the reserve led by Malashenko.
This is not a tactic of sending heads, but a "no other way" used by the opposing SS commander. He had no choice but to do this if he didn't want to free up Malashenko's troops.
There is no air strike and no artillery support, but you want to contain the enemy to achieve tactical goals, what should you do?
What else can you do? Send it.
Although it sounds quite stupid to say so It's true, but it's true that as long as you send enough heads, you can have the effect of restraining the enemy. On the contrary, if the restraining effect is not good, it can only mean that you haven't sent enough heads. After all, it's the same reason that "more than 50,000 pigs can't be caught in three days."
Malashenko knew that the Nazi SS leader on the opposite side was playing the "meat buns to hit the dog" abacus, but he soon discovered some "unexpected" things included in his expectations.
Those SS troops that rushed towards them and attacked head-on were not entirely composed of SS troops, at least not infantry troops.
Among the group of Nazi militants who were beaten like rats in a ditch under the suppression of fierce direct artillery fire, in addition to the bright SS uniforms, there were also a large number of rags. , people in ragged clothes holding ragged guns, and some people wearing police uniforms instead of military uniforms.
What's even more outrageous are the "little things" who are probably not as tall as a rifle. Malashenko is very sure that those steps and figures are not some "dwarf army", but really a bunch of genuine "baby soldiers" , which is the age when normal children go to high school, or even junior high school.
But at this moment, he was wearing the dog skin of the SS, holding a weapon that was extremely disproportionate to his body shape, and was being carried forward by those shouting "large SS". It was clear that he was "It is considered a success if it attracts and wastes Russian artillery bullets."
"These bastard bastards! They won't give up until they drag everything into the grave!"
He was so angry that he punched the periscope of the commander in front of him on the spot. However, despite his anger and reason, Malashenko had no other choice. In the end, it was impossible for him to bear the price for his pure dehumanization.
The only thing that can be done is to end this madness as soon as possible, the sooner the better. Only in this way can we prevent from the root everything that is buried with this madness from continuing to happen.
"The order remains unchanged, keep firing! Annihilate all enemies and put down the Nazi charge! Hold the line!"