Steel Soviet Union

"What's that sound?"

"Oh, damn! Shelling, the Russians are shelling! Get out of the way!!!"

boom--

The German army, which was half a beat too slow to react to the sudden and violent artillery fire, was still a step too late. The ferocious rain of fire falling from the sky hit the top of the German army's heads almost instantly, and exploded in all directions. It suddenly turned into a sea of ​​explosive flames, completely covering all the German troops within the coverage area.

The Katyusha rocket launcher, which outputs extremely strong explosive firepower in a short period of time, is very powerful. The 132mm rockets rained down one after another in less than a minute with the entire battalion's formation.

The Germans who had marked the coordinates of the bombardment had no time to react or dodge. The sea of ​​fire and deathly flames engulfed everything they came into contact with, whether they were people or objects.

The ISU-152 self-propelled artillery, which held its barrel high and delivered long-range firepower in a curved trajectory, was also roaring with salvos at the moment.

The ISU-152 artillery group, which has a far slower rate of fire than the Katyusha but is more durable than the Katyusha, is extremely ferocious. The 152 shells falling straight down knocked all the German troops on their backs and smashed them to pieces.

The German army, which had been stunned by the Katyusha rocket launchers, became a rat in the bellows, suffering from both sides. Even if they managed to survive the first wave of Katyusha rockets, they still could not get rid of the continuous falling and exploding 152 rockets. Escape from the sea of ​​cannonballs,

Bathed in the barrage of large-caliber artillery, feeling that life was trembling violently like dandelions in the storm and could disappear at any time. The incomparable despair in the hearts of the German soldiers cannot be explained in a simple sentence or two.

Sometimes, instant death can make people feel relieved, such as the current situation of the German army.

"Well done! Keep firing and kill these two-legged German beasts! I just like to see the Germans being bombed by heavy artillery and having no place to escape."

Kulbalov, who has already led his team to assemble, is now just waiting for the bombardment to end, charging forward, holding a telescope in his hand and watching the scenes of the Germans being blown up. For Kulbalov now, he is really heartbroken. It's so refreshing that it can't be accurately described in words.

Comrade the division commander was right. He attacked the pitiful posture of these Germans who had not even dug a position or a trench. This wave of artillery fire without any warning, rapid, accurate and deadly, could have destroyed them even if they didn't say a word. At least half of the Germans were killed, wounded and maimed.

It's certainly not very satisfying to rush in and become a corpse collection team, but the feeling of watching the Germans struggling and suffering in the sea of ​​​​fire is so wonderful and intoxicating that you can't extricate yourself.

Kulbalov, who had grinned like a lotus flower, put down the telescope in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and stood with his upper body outside the turret of his command vehicle. He raised his arms and rolled up his sleeves and glanced at the number on his watch. Time, there are only the last three minutes left before the 15-minute bombardment ends.

"The entire crew is in position, loading high-explosive bombs and preparing for the first round of firing! After the battle begins, priority is given to getting rid of the German anti-tank guns. Pay attention to covering the infantry comrades and controlling the distance between the vehicles so that they are not too spread out. Charge immediately as soon as the sound of gunfire stops! "

In the end, Kulbalov failed to get the support of the combat engineer battalion. After being mentioned by the political commissar comrade, Comrade Ma refused without thinking.

The combat engineer battalion, which has only a few bullets left, cannot be used until now when it is not painful or itchy. It is reserved for the critical moment to invest this force enough to win and beat the Germans' brains to pieces. This is Malashenko. A decision that has already been made.

You, Kulbalov, are going to pack up a group of German infantry who have been beaten to death and are about to go on the road. Why do you need to ask the combat engineer battalion to follow you? Then why should I ask your regiment's tanks to push forward? The combat engineer battalion alone can handle a battle of this level. What a fucking bullshit.

In the end, although Kulbalov's request was rejected and he failed to get the support of the combat engineer battalion, Comrade Lao Ma still waved his hand and defeated Varosha's subordinates, whose combat power was second only to the combat engineer battalion. The first battalion was assigned to Kulbalov for coordinated operations.

So although we didn't get the ideal configuration, but with the cooperation of a battalion of veterans with rich combat experience, it was still a pretty good result.

With such thoughts in his mind to comfort himself, Kulbalov soon waited for the moment when the artillery fire stopped.

The Katyusha battalion, which had already exhausted all the ammunition on the rails, withdrew from the battle first and entered the subsequent slow and complicated reloading state. It was naturally the ISU-152 self-propelled artillery battalion that brought this steel soup feast to the Germans to the end. The 152 high-explosive grenades that roared like thunder became the last funeral sound before the remaining German troops took to the road.

The entire area seemed to have been blown up into a German army that existed on the surface of the moon, with heavy casualties just as Malashenko expected.

The sudden and violent shelling without warning not only destroyed the anti-tank guns that the Germans relied on, but also sent those German tanks that had just entered the position and were about to disperse to serve as anti-tank firepower, flying into the sky. A lot of them were blown up.

Either it was sent up into the sky by the 132mm Katyusha rocket, or it was directly hit by the 152mm high-explosive grenade that hit the Tianling Gai's weak point.

The fate of these German tanks destroyed by artillery fire was more miserable than the last. You can't even find a relatively intact German tank head that fell to the ground. The only result of a rocket or high-explosive shell hitting the top armor of the turret is to tear open a shocking huge burst-shaped gap in the armor, and then cause the ammunition to explode, igniting the German ammunition and fuel.

Therefore, those things left behind in the strong explosion impact were only twisted and dark wreckage and unrecognizable tank parts, including the turret head that was blown to half.

The German soldier who was lucky enough to survive had just dragged his body, which seemed to have been detached from the bones, and took two steps in a swaying mud-like walking posture. Strong tremors came from the ground under his feet. Earthquakes usually follow.

"Tanks, the Russian tanks are coming!"

Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone. What the Germans fear most often comes one after another in Cherkasy. In most cases, just hearing this news is enough to make people collapse in despair, and the outcome of the next battle is not that important.

"What should we do? Are we going to fight those Russians? Maybe I'm crazy."

Words that had no trace of emotion came out of his mouth, and the response was a whisper from another German soldier's mouth that seemed to come from the abyss.

"Believe me, only the last sentence you said is correct. After knowing this, you'd better think about what to do to be right."