Chapter 471 Snow Ambush

Even though the German artillery positions had been completely destroyed by the sea of ​​fire, the overwhelming bombardment on Malashenko's head ultimately played a role in delaying time.

When Malashenko commanded his troops to rush out from the smoke-filled barrage, most of the Great German Infantry Regiment, which had been busy on the position just now, had already run away.

Colonel Honin, who had prepared for the rainy day, had already issued a retreat order when he confirmed that the Soviet offensive had already shown signs of decline and was bound to fail. The German troops, who had been rushing to move, had already begun to retreat quietly when Malashenko chose to retreat.

Although Colonel Honin's order seemed a bit risky at the time, in terms of the actual results at the moment, the bold and meticulous Colonel Honin undoubtedly won Malashenko in this gamble with the fate of the entire regiment.

Malashenko, who did not know the name of the opponent's commander, instantly concluded that the opponent was definitely a complete gambler based on the scene in front of him.

"Nikolai, load the high-explosive bomb! Iushkin, aim at the butts of those Germans and fire! Seryosha, keep full speed, take us to rush up and crush those Germans!"

Nikolai, who was extremely strong, was originally an infantry machine gunner. With his superb shooting skills and mastery of machine guns, he was selected into the tank unit as a vehicle body heading machine gunner.

There were almost no weak and frail men who could serve in the Soviet infantry. They often carried mortars and machine guns and marched 30 to 40 kilometers a day on foot. The strong-bodied Nicolai was originally a reserve loader in the entire crew and received special loading training. At present, returning to the loader position is at best just a matter of duty.

He took out a yellow-orange 85mm high-explosive shell from the first ammunition rack at the rear of the turret and held it in his arms. When Malashenko was exhausted from resting, he had already taken the initiative to take on the job of loader, and filled the car with shells by hand with Seryosha and Iushkin.

Nikolai, who had just done a physical job, was not tired at all. With a slightly disordered panting, he let go of the shell in his arms and instantly pushed it into the breech block.

"Loaded!"

"Say hello to your mother for me, Nazuri!"

Crack --

Boom --

The shell that was ejected at high speed bit the buttocks of the retreating German army and hit the hard frozen soil layer and suddenly exploded.

The scorching shrapnel that flew everywhere instantly swept down a group of German soldiers who had no time to react. Seeing that their comrades were safe and sound, the German soldiers immediately turned around and ran forward to check, but more German soldiers still retreated southward without looking back.

After a successful attack, Malashenko was about to order to continue firing to eat up the German tail, but the pitted German positions that seemed as calm as the surface of the moon suddenly sprayed out several scorching flames.

The 88mm armor-piercing shells that came at high speed with a strong whistling sound hit a tank belonging to Malashenko's regiment. The 88mm capped armor-piercing shells that easily tore through the heavy armor continued to move forward, and the successfully activated armor-piercing delay fuse instantly detonated inside the turret.

The strong explosion blew up all the ready-to-fire shells in the turret and the body of the vehicle in almost an instant. This prototype vehicle, which used an enlarged version of the T3476 tank turret and equipped with an 85mm D-5T tank gun, stopped the vehicle in the strong explosion like a drunken reckless man.

The large head was blown several meters high by the explosion flames before falling heavily. The five-man tank crew of the whole vehicle naturally had no chance of survival. The 88mm anti-aircraft gun with the same armor-piercing power as the Tiger tank was simply not something that the KV1's defense capabilities could withstand, even for the upgraded prototype vehicle.

Shocked by the violent explosion of the prototype tank belonging to the regiment next to him, Malashenko, who was holding the commander's periscope in the turret, shook three times and almost shook his lungs out. The explosion power of a full vehicle of 85mm shells was indeed extraordinary.

The first thing Malashenko did after recovering from the strong shock was to put his eyes in front of the commander's periscope and try to find the specific location of the German army's firing immediately to fight back, trying not to give the powerful 88mm anti-all gun a second chance to fire.

The smoke floating at the muzzle quickly dissipated under the strong wind, and a hidden pit of neither deep nor shallow was dug on the frozen soil layer as hard as a steel plate to place the base of the 88 gun in it. After removing the huge gun shield, only the gun body was exposed to the horizon, and the 88 gun that almost completely abandoned the depression angle was instantly presented in front of Malashenko.

Malashenko, who witnessed this scene at the end of his vision, was a little stunned. This German 88 gun, which was about 800 meters away from him, was really doing everything possible to reduce the front projection area and increase concealment! The situation of only exposing the gun body and the gun barrel made Malashenko's desire to destroy it at this distance seem powerless.

"Smart bastard! It's a pity that these Germans can give up the depression angle and come up with such a shitty idea!"

The terrible curse that came out of his mouth instantly was not finished, and another rapid whistling sound of breaking through the air suddenly hit again.

This time, the German 88 gun aimed the attack target directly at Malashenko's car, and the deafening sound of the loud bang on the outside of the turret almost made Malashenko think that he was going to die.

Fortunately, Malashenko, who was lucky once again, escaped from the gates of hell again.

The 88mm armor-piercing shells that almost rubbed along the edge of the turret armor violently burst out a dazzling spark. The 88mm armor-piercing shells with fire and lightning not only scraped off a layer of paint on Malashenko's car, but also left a shallow ballistic trajectory scratch on the side armor of the turret. This steel behemoth with a combat weight of nearly 50 tons still kept moving forward safely.

"Oh! Damn! That's an 88 gun. We actually dodged an 88 gun! Comrade Stalin bless you!"

Compared to Ivushkin, who was so excited that he was a little incoherent after surviving the disaster, Malashenko, who didn't think his bad luck could come again, gave an order instantly.

"The target is about 800 meters away at two o'clock! It's another 88 gun. Fire and kill him! Quick!"

As the saying goes, when it rains, it rains all night. If you are unlucky, even your fart will hit your heels.

Malashenko realized that more than one German 88 gun was firing at him and reacted quickly and gave orders, but the dire situation still cast a shadow on Malashenko's heart even though he was trying to remain calm.