Steel Soviet Union

"A battalion full of Katyusha rocket launchers is enough for these bastard Germans to drink a pot!"

Malashenko, half of his body standing outside the turret, was holding a telescope in his hand, his eyes looking straight ahead through the eyepiece, waiting for the spectacular scenery that would rise when the rain of fire behind him fell to the ground.

The Katyusha rocket launcher has a long list of advantages, but what Malashenko likes most is its highly mobile deployment capability of having ammunition ready to fire, stopping at any time, and firing at any time.

Unless you have experienced it firsthand on the battlefield of this era, you will not know how fucked up the damn towed artillery is when it is deployed.

The German planes are coming, and the towed artillery can't escape.

A once-in-a-century retaliatory bombardment by the Germans came, and the towed artillery continued to be unable to escape.

Even when you call for life-saving artillery support at a critical moment, the other end of the phone will say, "We are deploying positions. Please hold on for a while! Comrade! We will be there soon!"

Malashenko heard this on the phone more than once. Once he said it, our Comrade Ma was so angry several times that he almost smashed the phone. Fortunately, he finally held back under the influence of reason.

Now, Malashenko has a highly mechanized self-propelled rocket launcher and self-propelled artillery force.

The advantage is not only that this artillery is one of the division's forces and takes orders directly from him, so he no longer has to argue with friendly artillery on the phone. The bigger advantage is that Malashenko can kick off the annoying towed artillery just like saying goodbye to his stalking ex-girlfriend, and say goodbye to all the delayed deployment of artillery positions.

Does this feel wonderful?

Of course wonderful! It was so beautiful that our Comrade Lao Ma felt like the pores all over his body were stretched. This feeling cannot be accurately expressed in words.

"Blow up these sons of bitches! Seeing these Germans dying and writhing in the sea of ​​fire makes me a hundred times happier than my birthday! I won't lie!"

Iushkin's vicious words caught Malashenko's attention. This boy had just opened the top of the turret on the other side and got out to see the scenery.

"When this wave of explosions is over, we will rush forward and crush them into frozen meat patties! When spring comes next year, the grass here will grow lusher than in previous years and have sufficient fertilizer!"

Iushkin's expression when he said this was as fierce as the gang boss saying, "I'm going to chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs." Even Malashenko couldn't figure it out for a while, where did this kid suddenly appear from? It came out so popular.

"Let me guess, you kid is hiding something from me. The taste of your words is even more ISU152 than Katyusha. If words could kill, the German would have been turned into ashes by you.

A battalion of Katyusha rocket shells were raining down before they completely exploded. The German position in a sea of ​​​​fire once again received a second wave of gifts: ISU152 self-propelled artillery organized by two battalions.

This huge, slow-moving steel behemoth with heavy armor protection and the ability to force frontal breakthroughs is far bulkier than the lightly armed Katyusha rocket launcher, and the preparation time before firing is also relatively longer. , the firepower projection density and rate of fire are far inferior to Katyusha.

But it's not without its benefits, such as its high power and sustained firepower.

The ISU152 self-propelled artillery of the two battalions fired volleys alternately. The high-elevation 152 howitzer pointing obliquely at the sky delivered destructive projectiles to the top of the German guy's head with a curved trajectory.

In the raging sea of ​​flames, you couldn't even see the complete corpse of the German.

Here an arm exploded from the earth, there a thigh collapsed from the fireball, and finally there was a German head that was carried away like a ball by the shock wave while carrying an M35 helmet.

This freezing weather has already frozen the earth. Excavation of field fortifications in the frozen soil with a depth of more than three meters is as difficult as the sudden invasion of the United States by Canada. Not only does it sound ridiculous, but it is actually even worse in practice. After all, there are no excavation machines these days and all relies on manual labor.

The forcibly recruited migrant workers, the Ukrainian puppet army, the bastard army of the slave state of Ferra, and in the end even the "noble" Germans themselves went into battle carrying iron hoes, but they still couldn't handle this frozen solid state. three meters of frozen soil. The feeling of digging with a hoe and iron bar is similar to that of hitting a steel plate with a sledgehammer. It can make people's hands sore and numb, and they will lose consciousness if they use it a few times.

Therefore, the quality of the highland fortifications that the Germans painstakingly managed was not very good. The trenches were not very deep and the traffic trenches were shallow enough for a tall man to step out. The quality of the most critical anti-blast holes is not very good either. Not to mention not much has been dug, but they are basically superficial and perfunctory and can only block artillery shells with a caliber of less than 100 mm at most, because it is really impossible to dig any further. .

Katyusha and the 152 Divine Cult were all attacked and exploded together. The geotechnical bunker, which was already in ruins, could not withstand this ravage and collapsed in an instant.

Many Germans were directly killed by shelling, but many more were buried in collapsed permafrost shell-proof caverns and suffocated to death.

Whether it is Katyusha or the 152 Divine Cult, this kind of heavy artillery firepower only needs to hit accurately within a radius of five meters on the surface of the bombhole. If it is not destroyed, it can only be said that the two great gods of Bismarck and Kaiser are saving their lives. The head of state is not very good at the moment and his skills are not enough.

The German position in a sea of ​​fire was still churning and burning. Iushkin, who witnessed all this with his own eyes, could hear Malashenko's question, and the words he blurted out soon reached Malashenko's ears.

"There is a place behind the village. I guess you haven't seen it. Artyom and I discovered it when we were wandering around."

"That damn place is a corpse pit! You can't imagine what it would look like if there were still half of the arm and the palm that hadn't rotted cleanly, suddenly exposed out of the frozen soil like a plant emerging from the soil."

"I asked different villagers, but the answer was the same."

"When winter first came, those scum of the SS suspected that the place supported the guerrillas, so they came in person, arrested almost all the young and middle-aged men in the village, and shot them collectively. The corpses were buried casually by Ukrainian workers, and they were all given to the tiles. Lenski, that bastard of a prostitute, just covered it with a shallow layer of soil and did it half-heartedly.”

"Perhaps the scumbags of the SS thought that this would have a better deterrent effect? ​​They were simply condoning and deliberately letting this happen, and even let the whole village see it with their own eyes. The leader was Walensky's boss, that SS leader Stauffen!"

"The first snow fell on the night when the soil was buried. Those corpses didn't even have time to completely rot. The bones and the half-rotted stinky flesh were exposed outside the soil and stood there standing upright!"

"Well, I really can't stand it. I feel sick just thinking about it now! That scene will probably never be forgotten for the rest of my life, and there is even a head hanging out! No battlefield ruins are so disgusting! They are nothing. Villagers who didn’t do it!”