Steel Soviet Union

Wittmann wiped off his military cap that had been soaked with sweat on his head and held it in his hand until he was almost sweating. He stretched out his hand to brush his paddy-like hair and blinked his eyes hard. As if to remind myself that I must see something clearly.

When Wittmann raised his head again after a moment, the crew members were surprised to find that their commander was inexplicably decadent and in a daze, as full of exhaustion as a patient recovering from a serious illness.

"Retreat, let's leave here immediately. Reorganize our defenses at a place in the rear where we can more confidently hold our position. We alone will not be able to make any difference."

The words that were as plain as running water without the slightest tone of voice echoed in the turret. The first person to respond with a violent reaction and serious incomprehension was the gunner who also had his eyes widened.

"Retreat will not be allowed, Michelle, you know this! We must stay here and guard this farm. We have not received orders. You are derelict in your duty by doing so!"

The gunner's voice was so loud that it was almost the same as the roar of a lion from Hedong.

Wittmann, who was sitting in the commander's seat with his hat in his hand, temporarily forgot about the rush of time. He stared at the young gunner with a straight and meaningless look until he was staring at the young gunner, who was a little confused and at a loss. After a few seconds, Wittmann, who had thought more clearly and decided on something, continued to speak.

"We all swore to fight for the Führer without fear until we die. But your death must at least be valuable. He, him, him, and I, we must all fight to death with value, not be killed by others. There was no point in having a horde of Russian heavy tanks trampled to death like bulls in a china shop.

Wittmann's words were accompanied by hand movements, and he continued to speak while pointing his right index finger toward the outside of the car above his head.

"In Oboyan, some troops of the Skeleton Division and the Imperial Division took turns to attack these Russians for two days, two whole days! They also received support from the air force, but in the end they did not even occupy the first line of defense, and were attacked by these Russians again. The guy was kicked out."

"If you had experienced the Russians' T34s swarming into the position in '41, you would not think that we could withstand them now. Although the equipment is different, the result will be the same. Without the assistance of the Air Force, we will only lose. It’s even worse than that! The Russians have already taken back at least half of the strategic initiative, don’t you understand?”

Everyone knew what a terrifying scene the words described in Wittmann's mouth were. Just now, he would rather die than be a gunner in the retreating deserters, but suddenly he remembered the fear he had almost forgotten not long ago.

The dense mass of burning and smoking German tank wreckage in front of the position was unprecedented. The corpses of SS soldiers who fell on the position were even directly used by the Russians to fill the damaged bunkers.

It is impossible to know whether this was done to ridicule or for something else, but a unit so ferocious and so powerful that it can make the Skeleton Division and the Guards Division hit the wall one after another has never been heard of, let alone seen. .

"This is me"

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. The young gunner looked around and around, and found that for a while, he was the only one in the whole crew who was "impassioned". Everyone in the room had their heads lowered like statues of thinkers, not knowing what they were thinking.

Ula——

Ula————

There was not much time left for the last Tiger. The shouts of the Russian infantrymen who had obviously rushed into the position could be heard clearly in the car.

Wittmann, who had no hat on his head but still had his headphones on, quickly raised his head. With his right hand, he pulled the sight glass in the commander's command tower in front of him and looked in the direction of the sound.

A large group of Russian infantrymen who had broken into the positions and trenches were waving their weapons and fighting with all their strength. The SS infantrymen, who were obviously in danger of being defeated, were still holding on to their positions and resisting tenaciously. There were even a few groups of infantrymen who had caught up from the rear communication trenches, carrying a small number of tanks, trying to gather counterattack force to drive the Russians out of their positions.

But the Russian heavy tanks that are position tearers are obviously not idiots. The turrets of the Russian heavy tanks parked at the edge of the first trench are turning very fast, and the black muzzles are not aimed at anything else but the position. Any armored targets that could still move on the target would be followed by a roar and whistling of armor-piercing bullets that were obviously already in the chamber.

boom--

What was left to those Black Panthers, Three Bald Men, and Number Four were ruthless deaths in the violent explosion of ammunition as the earth shook and the mountains shook.

The Russian heavy tanks, which were already difficult to deal with, have now gained a firm foothold, standing tall with the support of a steady stream of infantry coming from behind. With an absolutely dominant shooting stance of static vs. dynamic, he set up a posture, and with his steel body of strong armor and sharp cannons, he always greeted those armored targets who dared to come to die.

And further behind these Russian heavy tanks, more steel monsters are still spitting out thick black smoke exhaust, about to roll into the position and arrive for support, even those who have never had the opportunity to observe carefully. The weird-looking self-propelled artillery was only a short distance away from the position, and it was about to come up and prepare for direct fire support.

Just seeing this, Wittmann's heart almost went cold. How could he still not know what kind of ending was about to come?

Even with the dominant shooting posture of our own side, static and dynamic, we could not defeat this group of steel monsters and could not repel them. Now the situation has been completely reversed, and the superior and inferior postures have been completely reversed between the two sides.

Who can drive the growing number of monsters out of their positions? Wittmann didn't know in his heart, and he asked himself that he and the car were not capable, and any attempt to fight back would only end up filling a bottomless pit with meaningless human lives.

The last tiger disappeared behind the horizon of the small slope and disappeared without a trace. Malashenko, who was so nervous that his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, finally saw the hope of victory in the first stage.

Those brave and fierce SS fanatics retreated. After a short and bloody battle between the positions and trenches, they were forced to fight by Bobosha who shot him in the face and the silver blade with his arms rounded. repulsed. The entire battle process was completely unreasonable and without rules. They only tried their best to knock down and kill the standing people in different military uniforms.

In one hand was a Bobosha submachine gun, and in the other hand was a bloody engineer shovel that he had picked up.

Major Varosha, whose whole body was soaked in blood and his face was soaked with blood, stood in the trench less than five meters away from Malashenko's car, gasping for breath in all the blood around him. Air.

When all the surrounding Red Army soldiers, including Major Varosha, saw the majestic heavy tank in front of them with its roof open, the man leaning out from it held up a red flag flying to them with a victorious smile. When the right arm.

The cheers of a volcanic eruption of mountains and tsunamis were followed by a deafening roar over the positions littered with enemy corpses.

"Victory! Ulla! Ulla!"

"Long live Comrade Stalin! Long live our great motherland!"

"The Red Army is invincible! Go home and eat your shit! The scum of the SS!"

The cheers of mountains and tsunamis floated far and wide along with the sound of wind. The news of the victory of rushing directly to the position and breaking through the enemy's defense in one go will soon spread to every part of this red land with the sound of wind. Corner, together with the bear's head biting the Iron Cross flag above the bright red flag.