Chapter 569: Beat up the Kid

"Damn it! These Russians are deliberately luring us into a trap!"

If they were to engage in a head-on battle at a regular engagement distance of 700 to 800 meters, the German tanks, relying on their mobility advantage, could withdraw from the battle in time and escape from the Soviet tanks' line of fire even if they could not defeat them.

But when the engagement distance was intentionally shortened to 400 meters, the phrase "too late" could best describe the German army's current situation.

Now, even if they realized the ambush of the Soviet tanks and wanted to retreat, they had already missed the best time.

The German captain, who had already experienced the power of the Soviet heavy tanks, knew very well that the seemingly simple distance of 300 to 400 meters was enough to become his road to hell. If he ran away without doing anything, only a few of the 22 tanks he brought would be able to escape.

The German captain was angry that he had been ambushed by the Russians. He was angry and afraid. The choice between life and death lingered in his mind, making it difficult for him to make an accurate judgment for a while. In the few seconds of hesitation, the Soviet tank that had just driven out of the blind spot had already turned the turret to attack.

"Teach them a lesson, Iushkin!"

"The lackeys of the fascists must die! Comrade tank commander!"

Boom--

The scene of the guns and cars exploding was familiar to both the Soviet and German armies. The head of the No. 3 tank flying in the air, accompanied by the strong sound of ammunition and fuel tank explosion, finally woke up the hesitant German captain.

Just a rough estimate from such a glance, there were more than 20 Soviet tanks roaring towards him from both sides of the village, which were at most enough to match him.

How could he win a battle with no advantage in quality and quantity?

Retreating now would indeed cause a lot of losses, but if he continued to stay here, he would probably be completely wiped out.

"Retreat! All crews take turns to cover the retreat! We were ambushed by the Russians, retreat quickly!"

The anxious German captain pressed the throat sounder and almost shouted his throat out, but Malashenko, who was staring at the commander's periscope in front of him, looked unhappy.

"You want to run away after pretending to be cool? No way! Hand over your turret to me!"

Malashenko had experienced this kind of thing once before, and he didn't want to experience it again.

The land was basically dry after being exposed to the sun for a whole day yesterday and the rain this morning. The heavy tanks that were no longer troubled by the muddy road like before could exert their maximum mobility to attack the opponent.

Malashenko, who intended to eat up this German vanguard in one breath, tried to fire while maintaining full speed. Although the KV1 heavy tanks that kept shaking on the off-road road had extremely poor accuracy and were almost impossible to hit accurately, these armor-piercing shells that came at high speed with a whistling sound still caused a lot of trouble to the German army.

An unlucky Panzer IV finally ran out of luck after dodging four rounds of poorly accurate 76mm windshield armor-piercing shells in a row. The fifth 76mm windshield armor-piercing shell whizzed through the track of the Panzer IV, smashing four road wheels and the driving wheel on the left side of the vehicle in one go.

Although the armor was intact and not penetrated, the Panzer IV with almost all the running gear on the left half of the vehicle body still stopped instantly like a beast with a broken leg, completely losing the ability to continue maneuvering.

"Abandon the vehicle! Get out! We can't move!"

The German armored soldiers who were shouting had just pushed open the hatch of their short-barreled Panzer IV tank, and the sixth armor-piercing shell that was temporarily stopped for calibration tore open the side armor of the vehicle body on the spot and poured into the chassis at an oblique angle of incidence.

The ammunition and fuel that were intertwined and could no longer be distinguished from each other exploded, shattering the body and destroying the will. The square No. 4 tank could not withstand the huge blasting pressure inside the tank, and it exploded on the spot like a champagne bottle that was smashed after being violently shaken. The scattered armor fragments and the twisted main gun that was directly lifted out of the turret were extremely miserable.

During the full-speed march, the maximum firepower was maintained to delay the retreat speed of the German army and draw a lottery. Once a German tank was paralyzed, a car would immediately stop and fire to quickly eliminate the enemy.

Tank units with or without vehicle-mounted radio stations were completely different concepts. The tacitly coordinated First Guard Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment showed a skilled coordinated tactic that was no less than that of the German army. The high efficiency even set off a storm in the heart of the frightened German captain.

"Damn it! What kind of Russian armored unit is this?!"

The German armored soldiers, who entered the fierce armored stranglehold at the beginning of the battle, did not think about counterattacking their opponents, but unfortunately, the vanguard of the Sixth Army has not been equipped with a long-barreled Type 4 tank so far, and the premature Tiger that Wittmann had just tested on the Leningrad front was not equipped with this unit.

With only the long-barreled Type 3 tank and the short-barreled Type 4 tank in their hands, they could not do anything about the Soviet armored behemoths that were rushing in front of them.

The German armored soldiers who kept trying to fire back at Malashenko could only get repeated failures and ricochets. Although the KV1 heavy tank is now outdated and slightly inferior, this is only compared to the long-barreled Type 4 tank that the German army has just put into production and the Tiger tank that is being secretly tested.

When it comes to bullying the long-barreled Type 4 tank and the short-barreled Type 4 tank, the KV1 is undoubtedly a mad bull with red eyes that broke into a porcelain shop.

The German tanks, which dared only to retreat in reverse, were soon directly hit in the face by the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, which was advancing at full speed.

Malashenko, who originally thought that his opponent might have a Type 75 Panzer IV tank, initially ordered a roundabout attack from both sides.

But when Malashenko found that his opponent was just a group of armored grenadiers sitting in Type 251 half-track vehicles and more than 20 rubbish Type 3, Type 4 medium tanks, he realized that he had overestimated his opponent before and directly changed his order, deciding to defeat this German mechanized mixed force head-on at the fastest speed.

The powerless resistance was soon smashed to pieces by the cruel reality of the rampaging KV1 heavy tank group. The German tanks, who were on the exposed grassland terrain and had no high or low terrain to rely on, were beaten to pieces in the blink of an eye, and were extremely miserable.

When the head of the 16th German tank was lifted into the air by a shot from Lavrinenko's castrated KV220 tank, the last six remaining German tanks finally opened their hatches and raised the French flag, seeing no hope of breaking through.

Well, of course, it refers to the middle part of the French flag after being cut along the dotted line.