Chapter 435: Wrestling

The German soldiers who had been admiring their own air force's indiscriminate bombing of the Soviet army a few hours ago would not have thought that the ground attack and bombing launched by the Soviet aviation force would come like a revenge just a few hours later.

The Soviet fighter planes may be far inferior to the German Air Force in terms of the quality of the fighter planes themselves, but the rockets and aerial bombs that hit the heads of the mortal German soldiers were indeed devastating and powerful.

This one-sided massacre-style ground-licking attack battle has nothing to do with the advancedness of the fighter plane itself. The German soldiers who were bombed in the violent flames and fled in panic were panicked. This kind of deepest fear is like the coming of the apocalyptic catastrophe. There is no place in the world that can be called absolutely safe.

Continuous ground attacks knocked down the German positions that were ready to stop Malashenko and his party. The traditional army had little power to fight back in the face of the air force that had made great progress. The Soviet aircraft fleet ignored ammunition. The fierce attack of consumption almost enveloped the entire division's German positions in a sea of ​​fire.

With a panoramic view of everything that can be called magnificent, Malashenko, who was fighting in the loader position without the commander's periscope, leaned half of his body out of the turret, holding on to the open gun in front of him. The turret roof acts as a bulletproof shield to cover the body and observe the battle situation.

Malashenko, who witnessed the tragic scene of the German position falling into a sea of ​​fire, knew that he must seize the opportunity. He closed the turret top cover and returned to the turret with firm words, and then blurted out his firm words.

"Can you see anything? Iushkin, are there any anti-tank guns or 88-guns on the German position?"

Knowing what Malashenko's words meant, Iushkin, who had been putting his whole face in front of the wide-angle periscope, spoke to himself without looking back, and responded to Malashenko behind him.

"Everywhere is burning, Comrade Commander, there is only a sea of ​​fire in my eyes! Those German guys are definitely doomed. In this case, even those crazy SS troops can't resist it, let alone these Wehrmacht troops!"

After hearing Iushkin's reply, the noncommittal Malashenko spoke again without thinking too much.

"Don't take those Germans for granted. Do you remember Yelnia? Have you forgotten how desperate those Germans are?"

Although he did not turn his face towards Malashenko, Iushkin was still stunned when he heard this unexpectedly and was reminded of his memories.

The tragic battle with the SS Reich Division and the Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment was a battle Iushkin will never forget.

Together with these two German ace-level elite troops, they almost knocked their brains out in that barren city. Words like corpses strewn in the fields and rivers of blood were no longer enough to describe the tragic situation at that time. The battle was over. Later, Iushkin almost vomited out his stomach and intestines while helping to clean up the corpse.

The feeling of being covered in bloodstains and a slight smell of rotting corpses is simply like being in hell. If the corpses of the Soviet and German armies were stacked layer by layer and intertwined, they would be enough to cover the whole place. On the streets of Yelniya City, Iushkin, recalling the bloody and disgusting scene, felt a chill instantly even now.

"I understand, Comrade Commander, there will be no victory until we kill all those Germans!"

The vanguard tank group, which was able to rush forward unimpeded under the cover of its own aviation, quickly rushed to a position less than 500 meters away from the German position.

Originally, he should have been attacked by direct German anti-tank fire when he entered a distance of one kilometer, but now Malashenko has not been attacked by even one incoming German armor-piercing projectile until now.

The surviving German troops, who were suppressed by the Soviet Il-2 attack aircraft and P-2 frontline bombers, did not dare to show their faces at all. The sound of aerial bomb explosions and the sound of tank group charges were mixed together, shaking every German soldier. The soldier's heart opened, and the junior German officer who knew that if he stuck his head out would be dead, he finally gritted his teeth and stood up.

"Everyone, follow me out to join the battle. We can't let those Russians break through our defenses! Everyone, take action, quickly!"

Being blocked by the Soviet army in an artillery hole and capturing prisoners alive is tantamount to failure. Picking up weapons and going out to fight may still have a chance of victory.

This group of grassroots German officers who have put their personal life and death aside are the soul of the grassroots German army when the war broke out in 1941. The firm oath to never let the humiliation before fighting happen again in the last war is engraved on everyone heart and mind.

With the Soviet fighter planes bombarding him in turns, he looked like a gopher from the shell hole, looking for an opportunity and ran out quickly. He leaned his upper body out of the turret and held up binoculars to act as a low-end version of the commander's periscope and looked sideways. , Malashenko, who had been paying close attention to what was going on in the German positions, noticed the change at the first moment, and the roar that almost coincided with putting down the telescope in his hand echoed in the turret.

"Iushkin, prepare to fight! The German rats are coming out of their holes!"

He trudged forward on his back in the trenches and trenches that were bombed out like a lunar surface.

The Germans, who only had light weapons in their hands, knew that the existing weapons in their hands could not stop the roaring Soviet steel monsters.

The German army, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, was desperately searching for any available anti-tank weapons on the battlefield. Whether digging the soil with bare hands or checking the overturned anti-tank guns whose wheels were blown away, almost all the surviving German soldiers on the battlefield were trying their best to find their ideal belongings.

Finally, a group of German soldiers, waving their engineer shovels like moles digging holes, finally found the weapons they needed. A PAK38 50mm anti-tank gun buried deep under thick frozen soil blocks escaped the Soviet bombing and remained intact.

While they were ecstatic, they had no time to find out where the original gun crew of this anti-tank gun was now. The German squad leader who led this group of German soldiers immediately waved his MP40 submachine gun and ordered it to be put into battle immediately.

A group of ordinary German infantrymen who had received basic anti-tank artillery training continued to dig out a box of shells in a hurry. The nearest German soldier immediately put down the engineering shovel in his hand, raised his hand to open the wooden box board, took out a shell and put it in his arms. He turned around instantly and threw it into the breech block whose rear door had been opened.