Chapter 647: Big Yellow Duck Falls From the Sky

Comrade Zhu on the other end of the phone was "unreasonable", but Malashenko, who had already gone to the battlefield, was still worried about it.

"Damn it, it will depend on these bastards to play their own role later. If the battle is dragged out, it will be a disaster!"

Malashenko cursed in his heart and prayed that his "last-minute" tactical explanations would work. Without effective battlefield communication, the overall combat effectiveness of the troops would be greatly reduced.

Before the war, Malashenko once told the new crews and trainees to keep an eye on the leading commander's car and act together, and remember not to rush and fight on their own.

But as for how much effect these pre-war instructions, which were only slightly stronger than the wind in the ears, could have, to be honest, even Malashenko himself did not have much hope.

The tanks were covered with Red Army infantrymen accompanying the charge. The First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment soon rushed into the German offensive starting position, which was bombed like the surface of the moon.

It was basically the same as what Malashenko had imagined before.

The German vanguard, who neglected to take precautions and were careless, suffered heavy losses because they did not dig anti-artillery fortifications on the simple offensive starting position.

Malashenko, who was the first to command the car to rush to the German position, looked around and saw the wreckage of German weapons and broken limbs all over the ground.

Rotten arms and legs and other human body parts were blown up and scattered all over the ground, and disgusting things such as intestines, organs and human body fragments were everywhere and in unlimited supply.

A large number of German weapons were restored to their parts and distorted. If he hadn't looked closely, Malashenko couldn't even recognize that the thing that was blown into a twisted shape was most likely a German Pak40 75mm anti-tank gun.

"Maybe I'm crazy, comrade commander, but it looks like all the Germans are dead. I feel like we're just here to collect the bodies."

Malashenko, who was holding the commander's periscope and scanning around like an eagle, remained calm. The answer he spoke lightly made Iushkin, who thought he was right, a little embarrassed.

"You only got the first sentence right. Delete all the words after the commander, and then read it again. That's my answer to you."

Iushkin, who was choked by Malashenko's retort, didn't react for a moment and was thinking about the answer. At this moment, a sudden gunshot tore through the brief silence after the bombardment and followed.

Boom--

Ding--

Fuck!

Malashenko, whose car was hit by an armor-piercing shell, was instantly furious. It had become commonplace for the Germans to shoot him repeatedly. Is there any law? ?

Looking in the direction of the gunfire, Malashenko saw an anti-tank gun with smoke coming out of the muzzle.

The Germans cleverly placed this Pak40 anti-tank gun on the reverse slope of a small earth slope. If Malashenko hadn't seen it in time and had good eyesight, this German anti-tank gun that escaped the bombardment might not have been detected in time.

"Left, 11 o'clock, Iushkin! The German anti-tank gun, kill it!"

Following Malashenko's order, Iushkin quickly swung the turret in his hand according to the prompt direction, and aimed the aiming gun mirror rigidly connected to the main gun in the direction of the target.

"High-explosive shells are good!"

"Try this, Nazi lackeys!"

Boom--

The moment the gun went off, the 85mm full-caliber high-explosive projectile spiraled out of the muzzle at a high speed, rubbing against the air at a speed of up to 790 meters per second and rushing towards the German anti-tank gun only 800 meters away.

It is difficult for people to react within just one second.

The German artillery group, who was desperately competing with Iushkin to see who had faster hand speed in turning the turret, was still a step slower. The high-difficulty skill of Iushkin to aim the turret direction machine and the main gun elevation machine in both directions at the same time was not something that ordinary people could learn. The poor German anti-tank group was fighting with the best gunner in the entire First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment.

Iushkin, who fired first, succeeded in one shot, and the 85mm high-explosive projectile exploded at a position quite close to the German artillery group. The high-temperature projectile fragments scattered in all directions cut through the gun shield and penetrated the human body. The five unlucky German anti-tank gun teams didn't know how many of them were dead or alive. After the explosion, they all fell to the ground and there was no movement at all.

"Done, those Germans are dead. No one can survive the explosion at a distance of ten meters."

Iushkin, who fired a shot himself, smiled happily at the result of the battle. Every time he knocked down these Nazi fascists who invaded his homeland, he felt indescribable pleasure in his heart.

But what all members of the No. 177 crew did not expect was that before Iushkin finished speaking "laughter and joy", a violent engine roar from the distant sky tore the sky at this time.

Malashenko, who heard the noise of the aircraft engine and had a premonition that the situation was not good, turned his head subconsciously and was stunned. Then he saw the same expression on Iushkin's face, who was also in a blank and surprised look.

Malashenko, who was thinking something bad was going to happen, immediately reacted and opened the turret hatch on his head and looked up. The flat planes that were rushing in from the rear of the German position were so strange that they looked unfamiliar to him as if he had never seen them before.

Malalashenko, who was confused, spent three seconds searching his past life memories and trying his best to quickly recall the names of the strange planes in front of him.

Finally, when Malalashenko remembered the names of the German planes rushing in front of him, he cursed even more than when he saw the Stuka.

"Fuck your mother! It's the German duck, fuck your mother!"

At this moment, the German Air Force formation rushing towards Malalashenko's position was nothing else but the uniform Henschel HS-129B-2 ground attack aircraft.

Henschel is not only famous for its expertise in manufacturing world-famous heavy tanks, but also for its ability to manufacture professional ground attack aircraft to counter enemy tank forces. The final product Henschel produced is also familiar and extremely efficient. The HS-129B-2, nicknamed "Big Yellow Duck", is such a masterpiece representing the German Air Force's anti-tank professional attack aircraft.

Although it was the first time to meet these extremely ugly big yellow ducks in the sky, Malashenko knew very well in his heart that this thing was more terrifying than the Stuka in terms of anti-tank. If his own air support did not arrive, the fate waiting for him would definitely not be too good!