Chapter 353: Assault Team

The 85mm high-explosive shell loaded into the barrel suddenly rushed out of the barrel like an arrow from a bow. The red muzzle fire and the shock wave instantly broke the snow in front of the tank and flew into the air, creating a mist. The German army, which was fighting the Soviet infantry group in front of the enemy, did not notice the whistling death.

Boom——

The powerful impact generated by the explosion of the 85mm high-explosive shell, along with the blazing fireball, instantly engulfed everything around it. The German soldiers who were holding their weapons and forming a relatively dense formation to pour fire on the attacking Soviet infantry could not dodge in time. The entire fully equipped infantry squad was immediately turned into blood mist and residue in the interweaving of flames and flying snow.

The sudden sound of artillery explosions on the battlefield finally attracted the attention of other German soldiers around. The last wails of several German soldiers who were not yet dead and whose intestines and internal organs were hanging out of their bodies sounded so cruel, but compared to these, the steel behemoths and the accompanying Soviet infantry who were rushing from the flanks were much more terrifying.

"Damn it! Russian heavy tanks! Those KVs! The flanks need reinforcements, stop them, quickly!"

The embarrassing situation of fighting on both sides at the same time is definitely not good news for any army in the world.

The front is a pure Soviet infantry attack echelon with as many as three fully equipped infantry divisions, and the side is the Malashenko Guards Heavy Tank Regiment rushing all the way like a tiger coming down the mountain with a few infantry.

Through the many battles since the start of the war, the German soldiers have deeply experienced the power of the KV1 heavy tank. Knowing that this huge steel behemoth is far more difficult to deal with than the T34, they are almost on the verge of collapse.

In the past, there were only a few or more than a dozen KV heavy tanks, but now they are densely packed in the snow and wind, and such a terrible scene is something that the German soldiers have never seen in their nightmares.

"Oh my God, have the Russians gathered all their KVs? I have never seen so many KVs. What should we do? Max."

The trembling voice of the young soldier next to him made the German squad leader called Max feel upset instantly. As a German-French mixed-race, he was often teased by his colleagues and comrades because of his blood relationship when he first joined the Wehrmacht, but even so, he still proved himself step by step with his own efforts and became the squad leader.

Although the rank is not high, it is important to get the recognition of the superiors. This important meaning is obviously more gratifying to Max than the so-called official position.

But it is also because of this that Max, who has long been somewhat disgusted with his German-French mixed-race identity, can't stand the most. Those comrades and colleagues who have pure German blood in the head of state are far inferior to him and even cowardly in battle. Max, who is completely different from the sober Hermann, feels that this is a stain on the honor of soldiers because of his fanaticism.

"Look at your appearance, Kuat! Now even those French women are much better than you! Joan of Arc, do you know who Joan of Arc is?! It doesn't matter if you don't know, because even a woman is better than you now! You waste!"

Grabbing the collar of the soldier under his command with both hands, Max opened his throat and roared several words continuously. Regardless of whether his roar in battle can work, Max has no extra time to waste. The Soviet tank with the number 177 and a red and white black bear head painted on the turret has rushed to a position less than 100 meters away from him.

"Damn it! Where are our anti-tank guns?! Where are the anti-tank guns? Bosher, where is your anti-tank gun platoon? Hurry up and fire and destroy these Russians!"

The loud shouts from someone's mouth echoed over the battlefield with the whistling cold wind as if amplified by a loudspeaker. From the eager shouts that were almost like a burning butt, the panic of the Germans could be distinguished. Malashenko, who had led the troops to the last 100 meters before the German flank position, could not help but grin.

"Shout whatever you want, Germans, because even if God comes, he can't save you now!"

The current real situation is exactly the same as what Malashenko whispered.

The German army, which had just occupied Istria, was very busy because of cleaning the battlefield, treating the wounded, and counting the losses. This can be seen from the former Soviet defensive position that was directly used on the spot after the German army occupied it.

The Germans used various types of light and heavy artillery of different calibers to attack, which left the Germans with holes everywhere. The Germans, who had just entered the field defense position and started to deploy their defenses, encountered the Soviet counterattack before they even had time to repair their positions. In such a hasty battle, almost all kinds of defensive heavy weapons and equipment were not delivered in time.

The Germans, who had been coordinating and concentrating fire with the Soviet infantry and tanks on the flank for nearly five minutes, still had not been able to fire a single anti-tank shell. Some of the German soldiers, who were anxious and angry and saw the Soviet tanks about to rush to the position, even yelled and cursed on the spot, but the 88mm anti-aircraft guns that they relied on as their last savior were still several kilometers away and could not come to the rescue in time.

Perhaps the bad curses and shouts wrapped in the dense gunfire had some effect. A group of German soldiers pushing wheeled anti-tank guns suddenly appeared like moles in Malashenko's commander's periscope. Malashenko, who thought he was a sure winner, didn't pay any attention to these German anti-tank guns that could be propelled by human power.

"Lavery, have you seen the German guys pushing anti-tank guns on the position? Take a few vehicles from the regiment and fire a few rounds at them. It's best to overturn the men and the guns, and try not to let them destroy those Put up the little water pipe!”

As soon as Malashenko, who was holding the radio in his hand, finished speaking, Lavrinenko, who received Malashenko's complete words on the other end of the communicator, responded in a deep voice.

"It's just some German guys' 50mm water pipe anti-tank guns. Those junk can't even penetrate a T34. Is it necessary to waste cannonballs on them?"

Lavrinenko, who was even less concerned about the German PAK38 50mm anti-tank gun than Malashenko, had just finished speaking when a sudden muzzle flash on the German flank position interrupted him. The unfinished words and the next scene that followed shocked Lavrinenko so much that he could hardly speak.