Chapter 568 Lightning Flash

It might be bragging to others to take down a German vanguard in three cigarettes, but it is absolutely possible for Malashenko to do it, and it is not the first time that Malashenko has done it.

As Malashenko left after entrusting the front line of the village to Political Commissar Petrov, the German army rumbling towards the front of the village was a mixed unit of armored grenadiers. The German commander standing outside the turret of the leading tank, holding a telescope in his hand and looking around, was obviously not a rookie.

"It's like a fat pig stretching its neck to be slaughtered, right, comrade tank commander?"

Compared to the ridicule of Iushkin next to him, Malashenko, as a tank commander, needs to see more urgent issues.

"The uniforms are from the Wehrmacht. When the battle starts later, we can crush them to surrender as quickly as possible. If we are lucky, we can get a few German tanks to fill the gap."

In the past, the entire First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, including Malashenko, almost disdained German tanks.

These thin-skinned and large-filled German tanks not only have poor defense but also poor firepower. The soldiers of the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, who have a strong sense of collective honor, even disdain their own T34 medium tanks, let alone the garbage tanks of the German opponents.

But as the saying goes, the tide turns. Malashenko, who has fought to this point, has long lost the qualifications to be picky. At present, as long as there is a tank to use, it is a great joy.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if Malashenko seizes the German 35t and 38t light reconnaissance tanks, he will probably use them. When people are poor to a certain extent, they can't care so much.

The German commander, who leaned his upper body out of the turret, looked around for a while in a proud manner. The excitement of pushing all the way made this captain of the Wehrmacht armored forces gradually begin to disdain the opponent Soviet army.

Those Russians who could only run away didn't even have time to turn their heads back. They only regretted that they had two less legs. Those who ran faster could linger for a while. As for those who had short legs and ran slowly, they had already entered the German prisoner-of-war camp. In this case, the German captain took it for granted that no opponent would dare to stand up and provoke him.

"There are some Russian stragglers in the village ahead. Go full speed to break through their defenses!"

The order sounded not a big problem, but the German gunner who always felt that his superior seemed to have missed some key points reminded him.

"Should we let those infantry get off the car to scout first? It would be bad if there was an ambush in the village."

If it were normal times, the captain, who was barely cautious, might have listened to the advice of his crew member.

But now was the critical moment when the vanguard of the army rushed to Stalingrad first. The German captain, who was a little eager for quick success, obviously didn't want to be driven ahead by his colleagues. It was worth it for the captain to take a little risk for great honor and credit.

After all, fighting is an adventure in itself. The cowardly weaklings don't even have the qualifications to embrace victory, just like the French who surrendered before the Germans reached Paris.

"There's no need for that, Schreiter. Keep the mechanized march going at full speed. We can have lunch in the village, believe me!"

"I bet, comrade tank commander, those Germans must be saying they want to have lunch in the village!"

Whether the Germans want to have lunch in the village is not important to Malashenko. At this moment, Malashenko is concerned about whether he can sit next to the bodies of the Germans and the wreckage of the tanks and smoke a cigarette and count the heads.

"Load armor-piercing shells, Seryosha is ready to start, Iushkin aims at those Germans and prepares to fight!"

The German army rumbled within 500 meters outside the village and failed to find the Soviet tanks hidden behind the village in the blind spot. The German tank commander who was ambitious to have lunch in the village encountered an unexpected situation.

Bang——

A dull gunshot tore through the last silence before the battle and pierced the sky.

The powerful Simonov 5mm anti-tank rifle hit the upper armored area of ​​a German Type 3 tank with great accuracy. The sparks of fierce collision and the huge sound of impacting the armor echoed in the ears of everyone on the battlefield, shocking everyone.

"Damn it! The Russian anti-tank rifle, one o'clock in front! Kill it!"

The German captain shouted in panic, and before he finished speaking, a gunshot sounded, which was equivalent to the clarion call of the war, and the Soviet troops immediately fired more anti-tank fire at him.

Although the firepower was weak, the firepower of one or two 45mm small-caliber anti-tank guns and several Simonov anti-tank rifles was still available.

The Red Army soldiers defending the first trench outside the village did their best to resist the German steel monsters in front of them. The distance of the final charge was less than 400 meters.

The sudden battle made the German captain, who thought everything would be resolved well, suddenly feel a little overwhelmed.

According to his assumption, there must be dozens of bold Soviet infantry hiding in the trenches that he vaguely saw in the telescope just now, trying to block his advance with the foolish courage of a mantis trying to stop a chariot. After all, he had encountered similar situations on the way to the battle twenty or thirty times.

But the anti-tank firepower coming at him was obviously not as simple as the German captain imagined. Although the anti-armor firepower of several anti-tank guns and several Simonov anti-tank rifles was not strong, it was obviously not something that a small Soviet unit of dozens of people could possess.

The German captain was really undecided about how many Soviet infantrymen were hiding in the trench, but judging from the current momentum, there would definitely be no less than a hundred people. The previously hasty attack orders had to be temporarily changed.

"Infantrymen get off the vehicles and prepare to clear the defense line. All vehicles load high-explosive bombs to bombard the Russian positions!"

The German captain, who thought of this and no longer hesitated, immediately pressed the throat speaker and issued an update order. However, before the German captain finished speaking, the roar of the engine and the grinding of the tracks from both sides of the village suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

"Russian tanks! They are on both sides of the village, encircling us! They are heavy tanks!"

The sudden loud roar of someone on the radio channel completely disrupted the German captain's plan and deployment. A thought full of surprise and fear suddenly arose in his mind almost instantly.