Chapter 580 One-Stop Service

Almost everyone thought that the small village in front of them was within easy reach when they were preparing for action an hour ago, but Lieutenant Colonel Doppler didn't think so.

Although he didn't receive an exact battle report, the annihilation of the vanguard troops in a short period of time still shocked Lieutenant Colonel Doppler greatly.

The fact that the vanguard troops were quickly wiped out by the opponent before they could report back at least showed that the vanguard troops were subjected to a powerful and irresistible crushing attack, which led to such a result.

Lieutenant Colonel Doppler, who had rich command experience, was the kind of person who would never doubt himself once he came to a conclusion. As long as he thought the opponent was like what he should and must be like, the final results of every battle in the past basically confirmed the accuracy of Lieutenant Colonel Doppler's judgment.

Lieutenant Colonel Doppler made a village or somewhere nearby, where there might be one or more powerful opponents that were as strong as himself or even enough to crush him, and he wiped out the vanguard troops under his command in a very short time.

Based on this assumption, Lieutenant Colonel Doppler contacted the rear field front air force base about 45 minutes ago to call for air support.

According to the report from the airport liaison officer, all fighters in his combat direction are currently on mission, and the air support requested by Lieutenant Colonel Doppler has been inserted into the queue sequence with absolute priority. As long as there are air force units in the sky that can be spared, the first target of support will be his troops.

Lieutenant Colonel Doppler, who was not very satisfied with this answer, did not embarrass the young liaison officer on the other end of the phone. Lieutenant Colonel Doppler, who was accustomed to this kind of process, understood that everything had to have a process. Even if he was in a hurry, he had to give others time to arrange the dispatch.

Lieutenant Colonel Doppler's guess and inference were indeed correct. The Soviet heavy tank unit entrenched in the village had no less than 20 tanks at a glance. Such a strong force was obviously not something that the armored battalion and an infantry battalion attacking force commanded by Major Edelman could deal with. The only hope was that air support could arrive in time to save the situation.

The air force liaison officer of the regiment who received the order from Lieutenant Colonel Doppler immediately called the radio to send an inquiry to the rear air force base. The base liaison officer who was on duty immediately responded to Lieutenant Colonel Doppler after receiving the inquiry.

"The air support is less than 40 kilometers away from us. They took off urgently after refueling and loading 15 minutes ago and approached us. 12 Stuka dive bombers and 6 Messerschmitt fighters, our air support will arrive soon!"

The straight-line distance of 40 kilometers is just a matter of pushing the throttle for the fighter planes in the sky.

After weighing the pros and cons based on the information he already knew and the current battlefield situation, he quickly made a corresponding analysis. Lieutenant Colonel Doppler, with his eyes moving quickly, decided to maintain the pressure and continue to attack the village, and also put all the remaining chips and bets on this small village that has become a mess.

Since the end of the Moscow Offensive last winter, Lieutenant Colonel Doppler has not participated in an armored battle in person. He feels that his muscles and bones are a little rusty. He shook his head, and his stiff neck immediately made a crisp sound.

"It's time to meet these Russians in person."

A powerful support force quickly formed under the personal leadership of Lieutenant Colonel Doppler. Malashenko, who still knew nothing about the situation, still led his troops to fight the German enemy in front of him with all his strength.

"Iushkin, two o'clock! The No. 3 near the trench!"

"It's already aiming, this damn steering machine is almost scrapped!"

"Be careful, the Germans are going to fire!"

Boom--

Ding--

It's not a good feeling to be trapped in a big bell and hit hard. Although Malashenko has not experienced that feeling in person, he always feels that the experience of being hit by an armor-piercing bullet in a tank is not much different.

The loud sound of the armor-piercing shell hitting the inclined armor plate on the front of the vehicle without penetrating echoed inside the tank. Malashenko, who felt like his ears were thrown into a radio station, shook his head hard to get rid of the dizziness. As long as the armor was not penetrated, it was not a big deal for Malashenko.

"Fire, kill him!"

"Die! Fascist running dog!"

Boom--

The IS1 prototype tank, which was accurately hit by a 50mm capped armor-piercing shell, was still as stable as a mountain. The white paint with the number 177 on the armor plate on the front of the vehicle was rubbed off. The only substantial damage was caused. The IS1 prototype tank, standing in place and maintaining a defensive posture like an unyielding wall, was simply invincible.

The artillery counterattack from Malashenko's car suddenly started just three seconds after being attacked. The 85mm full-caliber hooded armor-piercing shells flying at high speed in the air shattered the defense that was virtually useless and tore open the fragile armor. A Type 3 tank that tried to outflank the Soviet tank exploded on the spot and turned into debris.

It is often said that the most unlucky military force in the world is the infantry. They have no shelter and cannot go to the sky or the sea. They can only use their weak bodies to face the cutting-edge killing machines created by humans.

But to a certain extent, in most cases, infantrymen can at least leave a complete body after death. At worst, even if they are blown to pieces by artillery shells, they can pick them up and barely piece together their outlines.

But the unfortunate tank soldiers were born with their own steel coffins, with ammunition racks at hand and a clanging fuel tank under their buttocks. The so-called "happy" soldiers are the tank soldiers in the harsh combat environment.

If only the fuel tank or the engine is set on fire, there is still a chance to escape, but if the ammunition explodes, even the gods can't save it.

The infantry still needs to collect the bodies, but the tank soldiers here directly die suddenly, dismember the body, spark, and put into the coffin. The coffin is a good coffin made of rolled homogeneous steel armor or cast armor, which is many times better than those broken wooden coffins. You will definitely be satisfied and worry-free after death.

The poor Type 3 tank that was sent to see God by Malashenko's car did not have a single member who could come out alive, and there was not even a scream.

The burning and twisted wreckage of the tank chassis spewed out black smoke of human oil. Anyone who smelled the smell of burning human flesh and fat would feel their stomach churning.

Major Edelman, who received the mandatory order from Lieutenant Colonel Doppler not to retreat, still stood firm at his post. The continuous explosion of tanks around him made him more and more uneasy. Major Edelman almost forgot when he last encountered such a one-sided and cruel battle.