Steel Soviet Union

Kulbalov followed Lavrinenko's order and left. Four IS2 heavy tanks and about half of the soldiers, including Kulbalov's own command vehicle, headed towards the SS support troops outside the village. The direction of the attack quickly approached.

As soon as Kulbalov took people away like this, Lavrinenko immediately felt an extremely real pressure increase.

The SS soldiers in the village who were still blind seemed to have been given a shot of blood. It was probably after they used radio to contact the friendly forces outside the village who came to support them that the morale of the entire battle and the intensity of the resistance instantly increased.

Having already taken down several dilapidated houses along the village entrance, Lavrinenko originally thought that these SS bastards would be captured because their hopes were shattered, or that they would fight and retreat with the hope of escape, trying to use the He escaped from the complex terrain of the village, but what is really happening now is obviously not like this.

Even after losing the outer positions of the village, the casualties were rising in a straight line like geometric figures, but these Nazi fanatics marked with double lightning bolts and skull symbols were still fighting desperately.

The last hundred or so SS troops, whose tanks had all been knocked out, continued to resist stubbornly, relying on the last few dilapidated houses in the village.

Any Red Army soldier who tries to get close to those houses and take a breakthrough will be instantly hit in the face by the dense barrage fired from those broken wooden houses.

Pistols, rifles, submachine guns, machine guns, the last handful of SS soldiers who were almost crazy, used all the weapons they could fire to fire at the Soviet army. From the initial battle of hundreds of men and a dozen tanks to now with very few left, no one took the initiative to withdraw from the battle or put down their weapons and collapsed and surrendered.

Based on this alone, this almost crazy fighting will is far beyond what ordinary Wehrmacht troops can possess, and it cannot be compared or compared with it.

For Lavrinenko, it is often the enemies who stalk him like a dog-skin plaster and just don't know how to give up that are the most troublesome. Even if one's own tanks are superior in quality, they still need to continue to waste time taking care of this garbage, which is nothing more than making things worse for an already urgent situation.

This small group of last-minute Germans was so angry that his eyelids were twitching and twitching. Lavrinenko couldn't help but feel angry. Without saying a word, he opened the turret hatch above his head and peeked out. He walked out and spoke loudly to the infantry company commander who heard the movement and looked towards him.

"Stop charging! Don't continue charging! Let the comrades stay where they are, and I will deal with these pieces of garbage myself! Prepare to follow up!"

It is undoubtedly the most convenient way for the infantry to clean house by house and eliminate the enemies one by one and drive them out of the village. This small village does not have a main road wide enough for heavy tanks to gallop. According to Lavrinenko's estimation, the only dirt road in the village is basically three-thirds wide for pedestrians to give way to every carriage passing by. This is simply not a place where heavy tanks can rush.

But at this point, those ignorant Nazi fanatics have completely angered Lavrinenko, who is already anxious and anxious. They are like lighting a fire on a tin bucket filled with explosives, and will eventually set his own It's like your life is in it.

Lavrinenko, who was so angry that he went berserk on the spot, directly ordered all the infantry to retreat. Before the SS soldiers, who had been beaten unconscious and had red eyes, could react, it was not clear what was going on. Whether the enemy suddenly retreated was a blessing or a curse.

A dull roar of steel tracks grinding the earth suddenly sounded from far to near, and even the earth underfoot began to tremble.

"Tank! The Russians have brought the tank over, hurry up"

boom--

Click, click, click——

Amidst the loud noise, there was a sudden sound of walls collapsing and houses collapsing, and in an instant, a thick cloud of dust was scattered and impacting.

The dirt road in the village is indeed not big enough for heavy tanks to run freely, but that doesn't matter. Lavrinenko, who had already gone berserk, directly chose to open another road by himself. A road covered with broken bricks, broken trees, house ruins and the remains of crushed German corpses was just right for heavy tanks to gallop through the village.

The IS6 heavy tank with the accelerator depressed is like a war beast that has broken free from the shackles of the steel cable. It roars and roars. The powerful diesel engine spits black smoke all the way. The armor on the front of the solid body directly occupies the SS. The first wooden house was smashed into pieces.

The SS soldiers in the room, whose vision was limited, had no time to react. They were already sentenced to death when they heard the violent roar in their ears.

In distant future generations, many people would unfortunately die in car accidents every year, but it was unheard of for the unlucky guy to be flattened by a tank of more than fifty tons and directly smashed into a pulp.

It roared out from another wall of the collapsed wooden house and rushed out. The armor plate on the front of the car body, which was already scarred by battles and full of shallow pits that had not been penetrated, was now covered with large areas of scarlet. The viscous substance was completely stained and completely smeared.

No one knows what kind of miserable state the owners of these bloody and minced meats were forced into in the last second of their lives. Lavrinenko himself also has no interest in this. Just like the warm pieces of meat hanging on the track of the car.

"Turn the turret! The stone house directly in front of you, send those fascists to the sky!"

"Fire!"

boom--

Accompanied by a thunderous roar and firing, the stone house marked by Lavrinenko as the target of the attack was instantly annihilated.

This old stone house, which seems to have the longest history in the village, must be, as expected, a legacy from the Tsarist Russian era, because this house has a more or less familiar church feel.

Although it cannot be called magnificent, let alone as magnificent as a cathedral, it is the most luxurious house in the village, has the largest area, and is also the most defensive house. It is also the house where the group of Nazi fanatics are entrenched. The largest number of places.

The 122mm full-caliber high-explosive grenade that can even be taken away by the No. 4 tank in one shot is not a small role like the ordinary 76-gun that can be seen on the roadside.

The huge blasting flames emitted astonishing chemical energy. In the blink of an eye, a hole large enough for an adult to straighten his back was opened in the double-layered stone wall.

The final despair and destruction before death is just the beginning.

Following Lavrinenko's car, they rushed left and right, and the remaining heavy tanks that crashed into the village also completed turning their turrets, and the black muzzle of the 122mm main gun reached the crumbling stone house.