Chapter 572: Gunner Returns

The German Stuka fleet flying around like a group of whirling flies was so arrogant that it was like entering an empty space. However, Malashenko really had no good solution for these German flies above his head. He couldn't expect the heavy tanks to use their main guns for air defense, right?

Since the annihilation and encirclement operation was a full-scale operation, almost all the combat troops deployed in the village by Malashenko participated in the battle.

The mighty battle of nearly dozens of tanks and 500 infantrymen was no joke. Such a conspicuous ground force became the best stage for German pilots to test their bombing skills.

The intensive bombing like rain of bullets blew up all the tanks and infantry under Malashenko.

Although the description of ghosts crying and wolves howling was a bit derogatory, it was almost exactly the same in terms of the current situation of Malashenko's troops. The huge and continuous explosions tore through the armor and flesh and destroyed everything within the killing range.

It was not an easy task to forcefully retreat to the village under the fierce bombing overhead. Despite this, Malashenko still ordered the troops to retreat to the village as much as possible.

After dropping the bombs, the Stukas were still not satisfied. Two 92mm small machine guns repeatedly dived to harvest any moving targets on the ground.

After diving straight down and pulling up diagonally, the Stukas also played a trick. The self-defense machine gunners in the back seat continued to use their tools to strafe the Soviet army on the ground. Malashenko, who witnessed this scene in the tank, was so angry that he wanted to throw his hat and curse.

"One day I will catch these damn German pilots with my own hands and send them all to Siberia to dig potatoes!"

The intensive air raids and bombings of the German army, like a storm, came and went quickly.

The Stukas, which did not have a large ammunition load, threw away all the bombs they carried and returned to the same route in less than ten minutes. The Germans who left left Malashenko with a mess and troubles that almost drove him crazy. The corpses on the ground and the burning tank wreckage were the only sights within Malashenko's field of vision.

"Comrade, what should we do next?"

"What else can we do? Saving people is important. Go! Hurry!"

Malashenko, who was getting anxious and angry, kicked Iushkin, who asked a stupid question, without any hesitation. Iushkin, who was hit hard on the butt, also felt that the question just now was so stupid that he wanted to slap himself twice. He immediately followed Malashenko's order and went to save people without saying a word.

It is true that the losses were heavy, but the limited remaining time left for Malashenko was even more deadly.

Malashenko rolled up his sleeves and was about to go out to help save people himself, but a loud roar without any warning immediately disrupted Malashenko's rhythm.

"The Germans are running away! Stop them!"

Subconsciously looking in the direction of the sound, Malashenko saw the German prisoners of war running away and was instantly furious.

"Damn it, I'm bullied by the plane, but I can't let you guys run away?"

Seeing this scene, Malashenko, who had just got off the car for less than half a minute, immediately turned around and quickly climbed back into the tank. The gunner's position without Iushkin was empty. Time did not allow Malashenko to sit down in the gunner's position and aim the gun at the target himself.

"Run? You run, what?!"

Click--

Boom--

Without thinking about what kind of bullet was in the barrel, Malashenko stepped on the firing pedal under his feet, and the firing pin of the breech block hit the shell propellant primer violently, and the entire 85mm wind cap armor-piercing bullet was instantly ejected from the muzzle.

The result of the speed competition between two legs and armor-piercing bullets is obvious. The group of German prisoners of war who had just run a short distance with their backs to the enemy immediately faced the most horrible and humiliating way of death for a soldier: being killed from behind by an 85mm windshield armor-piercing bullet.

Malashenko, who had no intention of showing mercy, aimed at the most densely populated part of the fleeing German prisoners of war. The four German prisoners of war who were running together guessed that the Soviet army might shoot to stop them, but they would never have thought that they would be killed by an 85mm windshield armor-piercing bullet that even a Tiger tank could not withstand.

The first unlucky German soldier was hit in the body by an 85mm full-caliber windshield armor-piercing bullet that broke through the wind with a death scream. He was cut in half by the armor-piercing bullet before he could even scream, and the bloody fluid and solid were scattered all over the ground.

The German prisoners of war, who were only concerned about running away, formed a very dense formation and did not consider the consequences of being attacked. In fact, the German prisoners of war who were afraid of being shot to death by the Soviet army had no time to consider these issues.

Human bones are hard, but no matter how hard they are, they are not hard enough to trigger the armor-piercing delay fuse of the 85mm wind cap armor-piercing projectile and thus ignite the warhead charge, even if the entire spine was cut in half.

The 85mm wind cap armor-piercing projectile continued to roar forward with strong kinetic energy, and then broke the arm of the second German soldier, smashed the thigh of the third German soldier, and broke the right foot of the fourth German soldier, and then hit the soft and sparse soil at an oblique angle, leaving a large hole with green smoke.

With one shot, he knocked over four German prisoners of war who had taken the opportunity to escape. Malashenko, whose eyes were red, was still angry. He immediately left the gunner's seat and turned around to load the next shell himself.

What Malashenko didn't expect was that Kirill, the loader who had already left the tank, followed him back into the turret at some point, holding in his arms the ammunition that had just been fired from the rear end of the turret. The 85mm customized high-explosive grenade removed from the rack is ready to be sent to the gun breech.

Seeing this, Malashenko didn't say much. He looked at Kirill tacitly in front of him and immediately sat back in the gunner's position. He put his right eye against the optical sight next to the gun breech and started to The next shot is calibrated to detect the enemy.

Bang——

The shell was stuffed into the breech and the dull sound of the breech being closed echoed in the turret. Malashenko, who knew what the metal collision meant, did not waste any time and aimed the cannon at the feet of the escaping German prisoners of war. The mouth immediately spurted out a burst of blazing fire again.

"Let's see how long you can run!"

boom--

The 85mm high-explosive grenade whizzing at the center of the crowd was so powerful that Malashenko could even see the German soldier's head flying high into the air from his gun scope.