Steel Soviet Union

Although the Guards Standard Division was defeated and driven out of its position, it lost control of the position.

However, this group of well-equipped, tenacious and fiercely fighting fanatics still took turns to cover and retreat in an orderly manner. Even though Malashenko did not order the pursuit because he had just occupied the position and had not yet completely stood firm, the retreating SS troops still pointed their weapons and guns in the direction of the enemy, ready to fight at any time. The enemies who come to pursue you fight to the death.

Malashenko, who had already got out of the tank, raised the telescope in his hand and clearly saw such a scene. He was not surprised by what these fascist fanatics did. Because this is indeed an "evil army" that is ferocious and cruel but extremely powerful in combat, just like the dog-headed undead army under Anubis that came out of the desert. It is a kind of pure evil that is extremely powerful.

"Do you think they will come back? I always feel like these lackeys are unwilling to fail."

Lavrinenko, who led the SU152 team to the position, had just gotten off the car and walked straight to Malashenko without caring about anything else, looking at the group of defeated SS who had not completely disappeared from sight. Jun, expressed the uneasy questions in his heart.

"Maybe, but we will take action before them! Today is only for us to crush Fascism, not for the nazi fanatics to ride on our heads and shit!"

Malashenko put down the telescope in his hand and looked around. There were still a lot of traces of the close-quarter bloody battle that had just ended.

There was the corpse of an SS soldier with a Mosin-Nagant inserted into his chest, and the remains of the assault group leader whose head was shot into half a spoonful of pulp by an unknown weapon.

The remains of the Red Army soldiers who died on the soil of the motherland are crisscrossed with the corpses of the enemy, and the battle between ace and ace has always been life-and-death and merciless. The two armies fought together in the name of their respective leaders, leaving behind only the ruins of this dilapidated battlefield. The remains of flesh and steel were piled everywhere, so densely packed that it was impossible to count how many there were.

The blood that filled the air mixed with the smell of burning chemical oil was very unpleasant. The smell was like wrapping meat products in liquid rubber and then grilling them on the fire. You can't name it. , indistinguishable smells were mixed together, with a strong smell of blood and an extremely unpleasant smell.

Even the battle-hardened brothers Malashenko and Lavrinenko couldn't help but raise their hands to fan the air in front of their noses in such an environment to make their sense of smell at least a little better. And the choking smell may really choke a living person if you breathe it for a long time.

"Comrades, please speed up the clearing of the battlefield. Place the injured soldiers properly and carry them down quickly. Let Karamov bring the maintenance and logistics supply troops over. Repair, refuel, and reload simultaneously."

"Oh, by the way, check the pile of corpses again to see if there are any living Germans. If there are any alive, don't rush to kill them. Drag them out and give them some medicine to revive them first. Try to find out how many Germans are around and how many Germans there are. It is too dangerous for us to continue fighting without knowing anything.”

Malashenko knew that it might not be easy to pry useful things out of the mouths of these brainwashed SS fanatics, but it was worth a try, and of course it was necessary.

Malashenko couldn't wait to know how many SS fanatics were watching around him.

Malashenko, who understood the entire battle situation in Prokhorovka, was already very clear that the three SS elite heavy-armed divisions in groups of tigers and leopards were all entrenched here, and they were originally competent in the direction of Prokhorovka. All Soviet units are currently in a difficult situation.

Malashenko can no longer use existing history to fit into the reality he is facing now, and then find a feasible solution.

Will the Krauts in Prokhorovka come back? Even if a division of Germans defeats the enemy and reverses the situation, Malashenko swears that he will definitely become the next target. As long as the Germans are not brain-stricken, they will never let themselves be so powerful. A thorn in the side is jumping around here.

As for what will happen next, he can think of it all in his head. Malashenko really doesn’t want to be buried in the hell place of Prokhorovka and let the Germans beat him up. The top priority is to figure out the Germans. Is there any plan that I don't know about? What is the situation of other division-level units?

To obtain this information, prying it directly from the German guy's mouth is obviously the best way.

Although the possibilities are uncertain, it is worth a try, and a small chance of success is better than doing nothing.

After communicating with Lavrinenko, Malashenko clapped a pair of leather gloves in his hand and was about to go to Karamov to ask about vehicle repairs and supplies. Karamov, who had just arrived at the position with his people, had already appear within sight.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a chaotic sound like the city management suddenly rushing in from the vegetable market suddenly sounded, and random shouts mixed with German and Russian immediately attracted Malashenko's attention, and then turned his head. Look around.

"Let me go! You Stalin-raised dogs, I'm going to kill you! Take out your intestines and strangle you to death! Just like Stalin hanged those who dared to oppose him!"

"Shut your stinky mouth! German bastard!"

boom--

Malashenko watched for less than five seconds before the heavy gun butt, like a giant soldier wielding, hit the face of the SS soldier who was being held down by a group of big men.

The solid wood Mosin Nagant gun stock specially soaked in oil has a striking power comparable to that of a metal blunt instrument. Even if it can penetrate a person's Tianling Cap with one blow, there will be no problem at all. The stock itself is even dented. No traces will be left and it is extremely strong.

The SS soldier who was struggling to jump up was caught off guard and hit his head with the butt of a rifle. His head was thrown back as if he had been kicked by a donkey, and he almost fainted.

"Stop! Stop fighting, stop!"

Malashenko, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, immediately stopped him loudly without saying a word. It didn't take many blows to the head with the butt of the rifle. Just two more blows would definitely kill the person.

Malashenko knew how ruthless the Red Army soldiers who hated the SS could be. Even if it was said that he had to use all his strength, he was beaten to death by three blows in half a minute. There are many guards.