Chapter 403 Iron Cavalry Sword (Part 1)

Lieutenant Colonel Walter, whose troops were reduced to insufficient to launch a flanking offensive, commanded his remaining tanks to rush forward. Malashenko, who witnessed this scene in the commander's periscope, immediately realized what his opponent was planning, and his loud words, spoken at a very fast speed, immediately echoed in the ears of everyone in the car.

"Iushkin, Kirill! Speed ​​up the firing rate! Those Germans want to rush over and fight us in close combat. We can't let them succeed. Stop them, quickly!"

The KV1, whose turret steering gear has a slow rotation speed and only a single-flow transmission system, once it is approached by a German tank, has no way to effectively respond in the current bad road conditions where the snow is deep enough to completely cover the ankles. At that time, it is completely equivalent to the embarrassing scene of being walked like a dog by the German tanks with its speed advantage.

Having guessed what the remaining German tanks on the opposite side were planning, Malashenko, holding the transmitter beside him again, immediately ordered all the remaining tanks to fire at full speed. However, the only thing Malashenko was not sure about at the moment was whether the Guards Tank Regiment under his command, which had been bombarded by the Stukas, would still be able to resist these German tanks rushing all the way.

Malashenko and Walter, who seized every minute and second of the battlefield time to try to win the final victory, did not have an accurate number of how many tanks were left in their troops at the moment.

But at this moment, if you look down from the sky with a God's perspective, the Guards Tank Regiment led by Malashenko, which had just been bombarded by the German Stukas, can be said to be a lean camel that is bigger than a horse.

The First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, which was formed in a large-scale organization, suffered heavy damage, but the KV1 heavy tank's unusually strong heavy armor defense barely withstood a considerable number of German near-miss bomb attacks.

Counting the tank crews that were unable to move after the tracks were blown off and the road wheels and guide wheels flew off, but were unwilling to abandon the vehicles and insisted on fighting, Malashenko currently has 38 tanks that are still usable and have basic combat effectiveness.

On the other hand, the last remaining tanks in the hands of Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who was the attacker at the moment, were less than 30. It was already rare that more than half of them had been lost but they still insisted on not collapsing the front line. Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who was at a double disadvantage in quality and quantity, still chose the most passionate way of fighting. The German armored troops who conquered the whole of Europe in 1941 were far from losing their true military soul.

The German tanks galloping across the vast snowfield tried their best to maneuver and avoid the direct fire of the Soviet army, which indeed caused great trouble for the Soviet gunners who had to take into account the operation of the high and low machine steering machine in their hands, and take into account the aiming of the gun mirror and the firing pedal under their feet to attack irregular moving targets.

The real tank battle driving these old tanks from World War II is not as easy as the mouse and keyboard operation in later games.

Many Soviet tank gunners who were fighting with their opponents under great psychological pressure missed the target. The high hit rate in the squatting pit shooting just now fell to the bottom of the extreme valley like a roller coaster.

Although German tanks were still constantly penetrated by armor and exploded into a ball of hot fire on the white-hot battlefield in the howling wind, these scenes that seemed common not long ago now only happen occasionally every ten seconds.

The German tanks, who knew how to perform irregular maneuvers to avoid enemy fire to the greatest extent, kept turning left and right, showing their superb operation. The gray and white steel behemoths that broke through the last 400 meters had rushed to a position less than 200 meters away. The slow rotation speed of the turret of the Soviet KV1 heavy tank began to be magnified as the distance kept getting closer.

Iushkin, whose wrist was so sore that he was almost dislocated, tried his best to shake the steering wheel in his hand. The KV85 prototype with an extremely slow turret rotation speed was already struggling. Iushkin, who realized that the situation was getting worse and harder to deal with, immediately shouted at Malashenko behind him without looking back.

"This damn hand-cranked steering gear can't keep up with the Germans, comrade commander! What are your plans?"

The loud roar from Iushkin reminded Malashenko of the critical situation. Malashenko, who had been staring at the battlefield situation through the commander's periscope in front of him, knew that if the situation continued like this, the German tanks' attempt would succeed.

The fleeting hesitation did not last too long in Malashenko's heart. After only a moment's difference, Malashenko made the final decision and decided to put all the remaining bets on this one.

"All crews, step on the accelerator and rush towards the Germans. We must stop these Germans here even if we have to hit them, and let these Germans know that they will never win under the city of Moscow! Ura!"

The roar from Malashenko's mouth instantly echoed in the radio channel of the entire First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment. Knowing that the final moment had come, the Soviet tank soldiers did not hesitate at all. They stepped on the accelerator pedal with the engine always running and rushed towards the oncoming German tanks like an arrow.

When he saw the crazy Ivan on the opposite side from his beaten commander's command tower, he stepped on the accelerator pedal and rushed straight towards him.

Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who was shocked and quickly regained his composure, naturally knew that this was a sign that the Russians were preparing to fight tooth and nail, but now they were driving in the opposite direction with only a hundred meters left for the final charge, but they could no longer do anything. With a sudden change in tactics, his life and death, as well as the final outcome of this battle, all depended on this huge gamble. Lieutenant Colonel Walter, whose eyes were covered with deep red bloodshot eyes, now looked like a bird that had just returned from the war. The devil crawling into the world from purgatory is terrifying.

"Armored troops, move forward! Tell those Russians who is the strongest!"

The last German tanks, which originally maintained irregular maneuvers to avoid the incoming Soviet artillery fire, immediately changed their direction after hearing such an order from Lieutenant Colonel Walter, and rushed towards their own side. A group of Soviet KV1 heavy tanks rushed straight away, and two torrents of steel representing different ideologies and beliefs collided directly at this close distance.