Chapter 414 Dimensional Echo

"All crews, I am your deputy commander Lavrinenko. Let these evil German fascists see how our Red Army treats the enemy. Comrades, Ura!"

The shout of Ura during a swift charge is not exclusive to infantrymen. As the new era grassland cavalry, the Red Army tank soldiers are also qualified to let the German invaders feel the fear that this shout contains.

The German soldiers, who were on the verge of collapse in terms of fighting will and casualties, finally couldn't hold on. Those who have not seen dozens of mighty KV1 heavy tanks rushing at full speed in front of them will never understand what kind of fear is enough to make people collapse on the spot.

"I won't fight anymore, I can't stand it! I didn't join the army for this, I really can't stand it!"

The first German soldier who dropped his rifle and turned around and ran away was like the initial outbreak point of a prairie plague. The rest of the German soldiers, who were frightened by this heart-wrenching cry and lost half of their souls in an instant, were also infected with the plague. The final defeat that was repeatedly delayed by sacrifice and tenacity finally fell on the entire German position at this moment.

"Retreat! Retreat! The position has been lost. We can't stop the heavy tanks of the Russians. Retreat to a safe place to organize defense!"

The great defeat that spread at the speed of light in a flash like a plague not only infected the ordinary German soldiers who were about to collapse, but also the grassroots officers of the German army who also suffered heavy casualties in the position defense battle also joined the defeat with trembling in their hearts.

At the beginning, there were still a few grassroots officers who stood up to stop the soldiers' defeat, and even took out their guns to force their soldiers to return to their original positions and continue to fight.

But when the ground beneath their feet began to tremble, the German officers felt the fear that was deep enough to penetrate their souls. The oaths overcome by the strong desire to survive and psychological suggestion finally forced their arms to release the triggers, and the legs that were shaking constantly due to the trembling of the ground turned to the direction behind them, violating the firm will just now.

Sometimes, despair of reality and the strong desire to survive are enough to violate any once firm oath. This truth is true for the vast majority of humans who are still alive in the world.

After breaking through the first trench on the periphery, Lavrinenko did not stop there. The tactical changes and combat orders from Malashenko still echoed in his mind, guiding the direction of progress.

The thunderous scene of dozens of KV1 heavy tanks rushing forward made the ground covered with thick snow tremble. Even the German anti-aircraft artillery positions that had just bravely stood up and fired fiercely at the Soviet tanks could feel the fear at their feet. The only option left for the anti-aircraft artillery without the cover of the infantry was to retreat.

"These unreliable bastards! Retreat, quickly, we have to retreat too! Quickly blow up all the anti-aircraft guns, we can't let these things be seized by the Russians!"

The German major, who was waving his Luger pistol with all his strength while screaming loudly, had not finished speaking when a 62mm full-power rifle bullet that came from nowhere blew his entire head off.

Seeing the officer who was alive just now with half of his head smashed and blood flowing all over the ground, the German anti-aircraft artillery soldiers, who were already tortured by this unprecedented cruel scene and were about to collapse, had no time to care about the weapons they had just relied on for survival. The German anti-aircraft artillery soldiers who were running past the corpse with twitching nerves wished they could grow two more legs at this moment, and had no time to care about the officer's body who was completely dead.

Reluctantly observing every change in the battle situation through the gunner in front of him with a high-magnification narrow-angle main gun sight, Iushkin saw that the German anti-aircraft artillery soldiers on the position finally couldn't bear the huge pressure and began to flee like a flood. Iushkin immediately raised an indescribable arc on the corner of his mouth and then shouted.

"Comrade commander! Those Germans retreated, they ran away! They didn't even have time to blow up those anti-aircraft guns! Your battle plan succeeded, we won! Haha!"

Malachenko, who was still holding a high-explosive bomb ready to be loaded at any time, was stunned when he heard this. His body, which was almost broken by the constant loading of shells, seemed to be revived with full blood. He immediately raised his hand and pushed Kirill, who was seriously injured and unconscious, to temporarily occupy the position of the commander. Malachenko, who put the shells in his hand aside, could only use this method of leaning his upper body out of the turret to observe the situation.

The dense rain of bullets that had been whistling and attacking gradually weakened to almost disappearing completely. The scene of countless Red Army soldiers charging past the car with high morale seemed a little familiar. Malachenko couldn't help but recall that he had just crossed into this strange and familiar world. For a moment, he was inexplicably lost.

"This is the world I live in, this is the war I experienced personally. If there is anything that is the most real to me, it is probably this life-and-death struggle that has consumed countless lives and blood."

The words that came out of his mouth after waking up again from a strange world after many years are the most realistic representation of Malashenko's state of mind at the moment.

Seeing that his tactical goal has been achieved, Malashenko does not feel too much joy and excitement at the moment.

In order to win this victory that should not belong to his destiny, a life that is extremely important to Malashenko at this moment is about to die in the wind.

Malashenko, who has no time to think too much, returned to the turret immediately after confirming that the situation in front of him was settled. Kirill, who is still in a coma and whose life and death are still uncertain, is the one that Malashenko is most concerned about.

For this big boy who always carries a harmonica brought from college in his pocket as a souvenir and always loves to give himself a silly smile in his spare time, there are too many things that are difficult to give up in the heart of Malashenko who survives and fights in this strange and passionate era.

"I will definitely find a way to save you, Kirill! You will never die in my position, I promise!"

The driver Seryosha, who knows what to do at this moment, immediately pushes the joystick in his hand and steps on the accelerator without Malashenko saying anything.

The KV85 heavy tank completed the vehicle turning in the shortest time and then rushed all the way to the rear, which represented the hope of life, at the fastest speed it could.