Chapter 848 Uranus Flashes (Part 1)

Uranus is the seventh planet from the inside to the outside of the solar system.

The planet ranks third in volume and fourth in mass in the solar system. Its name comes from Uranus, the god of the sky in ancient Greek mythology, the grandfather of Zeus, the king of gods.

Malashenko is not an astronomy enthusiast, neither in his past life nor in this life.

Those stars that twinkle in the night sky are just stars in Malashenko's eyes. No matter what they are called or how far away they are from the earth, they have nothing to do with him rolling in the pile of dead bodies on the battlefield.

But at 7:30 in the morning of November 19, Malashenko was destined to never forget Uranus, a distant solar system star, for the rest of his life.

When more than 3,500 Soviet divisional, army, and group army artillery, and even the reserve artillery units of the front army all roared in unison, the ground under his feet was shaking violently, which was the only thing Malashenko could feel at this moment.

In the heat wave, the fierce artillery fire poured down crazily on the enemy positions stationed outside the north of the city. 122, 152, 203, the Soviet field artillery units gathered all the large-caliber heavy artillery they could mobilize and fired crazily at the enemy. The long-suppressed anger of revenge was finally released completely and unscrupulously at this moment.

Boom——

Bang——

"Load! Quick!"

Accompanied by the dull impact sound of the breech block opening, a yellow-orange 152mm full-caliber high-explosive shell fell into the snow at the tail of the gun, emitting the residual heat of the unfinished propellant to melt the surrounding snow. The hissing sound of the snow melting was drowned out by the huge firing sound of other artillery positions around before it could spread, as if it had never existed at all.

Two tall loaders wearing thick asbestos gloves rushed forward. The Soviet loader who rushed to the front with the bullet in his arms completed his task first, and the other loader who followed closely behind him put the heavy propellant cartridge in his arms in place as quickly as possible.

The third loader who had been waiting for the opportunity immediately rushed up with a more than one-meter-long push rod in his hand, and his partner followed him and rushed forward with big strides.

One person held the center of the push rod and the other held the end of the push rod. The two loaders exerted force together and pushed the propellant and the bullet into the gun barrel in almost the blink of an eye. When the last loading process was completed, the other two loaders who had already run back to the ammunition pile behind the gun position had already picked up their own bullets and propellants again and were ready.

"Loading completed!"

"Fire!"

Boom--

The huge muzzle wind continued to push the snow pile under the barrel, which had been pressed into a small gap, to the surroundings. The snowflakes that were blown away by the shock wave drifted in the air and slowly fell down.

Even with earplugs, the deafening sound of the gun could still feel the huge tremor from the soul. The classic truth that artillery is the god of war was perfectly interpreted at this moment.

With strong revengeful anger, the Soviet artillery stuffed one bullet after another into the barrel at the maximum burst loading speed, pouring the exploding death on the enemy in the huge deafening sound.

The air visibility at 7:30 in the morning of November 19 was not very good. The slightly turbid fog filled the air after the snow fell, adding a touch of weirdness to the upcoming charge.

Malashenko, who was in the front-line observation post with a telescope in his hand, opened his eyes wide, but still couldn't see what the enemy on the opposite position was like after being blown up.

In the gaps of the foggy air, there were faint flashes of gushing flames, and the thunderous bombardment and explosions filled my ears, almost deafening them. Even communicating with Lavrinenko, who was close by and beside me, had to be done by shouting.

"Get the soldiers ready! The first wave of charge must take the enemy's first position. This is a task that must be completed! Only success is allowed, no failure!"

Facing this topic that Malashenko had emphasized personally for the nth time, Lavrinenko, who was also shouting loudly, responded without even thinking about it.

"Everything is ready! All four battalions of the brigade will be put into battle without leaving any behind! Kurbalov will lead a battalion to the front, just as you requested! The three infantry divisions that will cooperate with our attack are all ready. The first batch of infantrymen who followed the charge are now outside the tanks, waiting to set off!"

After getting a confirmed answer for the last time, Malashenko rolled up his sleeves and looked at the time on his watch without answering.

The 80-minute artillery preparation has been completed for more than 40 minutes. According to the planned artillery fire, it will begin to extend to the enemy in the second position in depth in ten minutes. At that time, it will be the time for the newly formed First Guards Heavy Tank Brigade to prove its ability to launch a charge.

"It's almost time, Lavri, get in the car! See you on the enemy's position, brother!"

Even though he was a Soviet hero, had the rank of colonel on his shoulders and was the commander of the Guards Tank Brigade, he still couldn't stop Malashenko, whose blood was flowing more and more violent, from personally going into battle to kill the enemy.

With the brigade commander personally taking the lead in demonstration, Lavrinenko, who was also Malashenko's deputy, naturally couldn't sit on the bench in the command center honestly. It was impossible for the two good brothers who had repeatedly crawled out of the pile of dead bodies to command in the rear from the beginning.

The Soviet artillery fire that swept over the earth and sky could turn the world into a living purgatory.

Captain Vasile, who covered his ears tightly, had never felt such a fierce artillery attack. Even hiding in the anti-artillery cave that had been specially reinforced with wooden stakes could not bring him a sense of security.

Captain Vasile knew clearly that the anti-artillery cave he was in was a temporary dug bunker on the battlefield, and it was the limit to block the direct hit of small-caliber artillery below 100 mm.

If the Russians' big thick pipes hit his head directly, Captain Vasile prayed that he would be killed on the spot instead of being buried alive. His hometown still circulates the painful and miserable legend of adulterers being sentenced to be buried alive. The painful death of being suffocated to death in the soil is undoubtedly one of the most painful tortures for mankind.

"Marina, please help me and the children so that I won't be buried alive in this damn hole. This is hell!"

The deafening scene of the sky collapsing and the earth collapsing seemed to have lasted for centuries, blasting people's souls out of their bodies.

When the terrible Soviet artillery fire finally stopped, Captain Vasile, who felt that he was already fuzzy, finally raised his mouth after being in a trance for more than ten seconds.

"Great! I'm still alive!"