Chapter 433 The Sky Roars

Malachenko, who was almost unconscious, raised his head and shook it vigorously. He had to shoulder the heavy responsibility at this critical moment.

"Nikolai, adjust the radio, hand me the transmitter, quickly!"

After hearing the order from Malachenko, he quickly took action and handed the transmitter hanging beside him to Malachenko. In an instant, Nikolai suddenly realized that something was wrong and spoke.

"Comrade commander, who should I contact to adjust the radio? You haven't told me yet."

After hearing this, Malachenko, holding the transmitter, was stunned for a moment. After a brief brain disconnection, he spoke again.

"Of course, contact the rear airport. I want to know where our air support is now! Wait, the communication distance is not enough. Forget it. Contact the division headquarters of Dyashenko and his team!"

After getting the accurate answer from Malashenko, Nikolai quickly moved his hands and fiddled with the car radio on the shelf beside him with very skillful movements. The transmitter filled with a lot of electric noise was soon connected to the communication state.

"Division Commander Dyashenko, Political Commissar Zelenkov, can anyone hear me?"

Malashenko, who was holding the transmitter and anxiously waiting for too long, soon received a reply from the field division headquarters less than three kilometers behind him.

"Comrade Malashenko, I am Division Commander Dyashenko, please speak."

Malashenko finally felt relieved when he heard the reply from the communication radio. Malashenko, who was already in a hurry, immediately brought the transmitter in his hand closer to his mouth and shouted loudly.

"Division Commander Tiashenko, I need you to contact the rear front airport immediately and ask where our air support formation is now! The German artillery fire is causing heavy damage to my troops. If this continues, we will not be able to hold on for long!"

The fact is exactly the same as what Malashenko shouted anxiously at the moment.

During the time when the car radio was debugging to send a contact signal to the rear field division headquarters where Tiashenko was, the German 150mm heavy artillery shells that kept whistling down from the sky continued to explode one after another.

Although the T34 tank group that was running at full speed could maneuver to avoid most of the incoming artillery fire, the flying hot shrapnel was not enough to hurt the T34 tanks that were firmly protected by equivalent inclined armor.

But all this was only for the tank soldiers. The Soviet infantry, who were laughed at by military fans in later generations as "human external reactive armor", were not so lucky.

Together with Malashenko's vanguard tank group, the Soviet infantrymen who charged towards the German positions in the form of "tank knights" hanging outside the tanks suffered heavy casualties.

The hot shrapnel that kept coming from all directions was like an overwhelming rain of arrows, "cutting down" the Soviet infantrymen. The unlucky ones hit by the shrapnel didn't even have time to wail before they fell off the tanks.

The most taboo thing for ancient cavalry groups when launching a charge was to stop halfway because someone fell off the horse. Such a move would not only seriously disrupt their existing charge formation, but also become the best target of the enemy because of the stop of maneuvering. In the worst case, they would even be knocked to the ground and trampled to death by the horses' hooves by other cavalrymen who were unable to stop in time. This was also the case for the Soviet tank troops who were wearing heavy armor and transformed into a new generation of grassland cavalry.

The Soviet infantrymen who fell from the tanks like dumplings from time to time had no time to rescue them. The T34 tanks, with the accelerator pressed to the bottom, had to use their 28-ton combat weight to run over the bodies of their comrades who might still be alive.

Adjectives such as heartless and indifferent to death are irrelevant now.

If the accelerator is pressed to the bottom and the vehicle is moving at full speed, only one person may be unfortunately run over, or simply run over a dead body.

But if the vehicle stops to save people in this situation, the entire tank crew and all the infantrymen who are attached may die. It can be said that none of these Soviet tank veterans who have fought all the way from the outbreak of the Great Patriotic War to the present are emotional fools.

To put it bluntly, even if the person who fell from the tank in front was their twin brother, these Soviet tank soldiers who had struggled to climb out of the sea of ​​blood and steel wreckage would not have the slightest hesitation.

The pure white tracks galloping across the vast snow were stained with the deep red blood of their comrades. The increasingly white and deteriorating scene in front of them had bloodshot eyes. The adrenaline of these Soviet tank veterans was soaring, and they just wanted to rush to the German position and crush everything.

At this point, there was no extra thought to care about the casualties of the infantry hanging outside the tank. Even the time to open his mouth and curse was completely compressed. Malashenko was about to ask again about the location of the air support formation. The roar of the propeller from far to near in the sky behind him suddenly entered Malashenko's mind almost unexpectedly.

"What is this sound!?"

Almost thinking that he had misheard the shrieking sound of the German heavy artillery breaking through the air as the roar of the propeller engine of the fighter plane, Malashenko listened carefully for a few seconds and then he was sure that he was really not wrong. The roar of the propeller engine coming from behind was indeed the most beautiful note symbolizing hope.

Malashenko, who was already very impatient, pushed open the hatch above his head without saying a word after confirming the sound. The heavy integrated turret top cover was violently pushed open by Malashenko as if he had taken hormones. A large group of Soviet fighter planes flying rapidly in the sky immediately appeared in Malashenko's eyes.

"Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fuck, how many of them are coming!?"

Malashenko, who had already received reliable and accurate information from Comrade Lao Zhu, was not surprised by the arrival of air support, but what shocked Malashenko was that the support group, which was originally estimated to be only about 20 to 30, actually came nearly 50 at once.

These nearly 50 fighter planes may not be a big deal for the German Army Group Center, which is still very wealthy, but for Malashenko, who is used to the hard days of not having air superiority, it is like a miracle! The dark mass of planes in the sky that even seems to cover the sky is really too pleasant!