Steel Soviet Union

The trial for those who stubbornly resisted the fascist thugs has passed, and the final judgment is about to be carried out.

It is no longer the hordes of IS6 heavy tanks that lead the charge, but the IS7 heavy tank company led by Malashenko.

These huge, 70-ton objects galloped through the messy land bombarded by artillery fire at a speed that was not commensurate with their huge size.

The damage caused by TOS-1 to every inch of land here can no longer be regarded as ordinary bombardment, but an out-and-out land fire bombing.

Everywhere the track pads pass are huge craters left by 310mm rockets after they hit the ground and explode. This kind of crater, which is between a 203mm heavy artillery and a 100kg aerial bomb, is even enough for a giant, cross-country maneuverable person. Some tanks with poor performance cannot climb out even if they fall into a pit, such as the German's more than 70-ton turret-less valuables.

The IS7 is extremely excellent and far more maneuverable than any heavy tank of the same era. Even its own IS6 can be easily hoisted. Malashenko led the other IS7s accompanying his command vehicle, as well as the IS6s and BMP43 infantry fighting vehicles that followed behind and to the left and right of these IS7s. In a very short time after the artillery bombardment ended and the offensive resumed, Malashenko Fighting on the battlefield.

"The infantrymen get out of the car and kill those fascists! Quickly!"

Because it was shortly after the artillery bombardment ended, and it was a TOS-1 level bombing, it was expected that the enemy's resistance would be minimal.

Therefore, Malashenko chose a seemingly extremely dangerous tactic: the entire mechanized march charged to the enemy position covered by artillery fire, and the infantry did not get off the car midway, but rushed to the bombed enemy position as quickly as possible. Make a spread formation and advance in depth.

There is only one purpose: attack speed.

Using the fastest attack speed to use the residual power of the artillery bombardment to attack the enemy's position, Malashenko did not want to give any opportunity to any surviving Germans who had not been completely eradicated. Otherwise, it will be troublesome to wait for these remaining fascists to catch their breath and gather together again to crawl on your feet and disgust you like a group of bugs that cannot be crushed. Only then will it be called annoying.

One of the biggest advantages of the mechanized combined force is the high mobility and marching speed brought about by full mechanization. Why not make good use of this speed when you have it? Martial arts in the world are all about speed, but I can't believe how quickly your German guy's rotten flesh, which was blown up to the point of being as soft as mud, can recover faster than the speed of the steel tracks.

"Can you see anything? I can't see any valuable goals."

Iushkin, holding the gunner's periscope in his hand and searching for the target but finding no target, asked, hoping that Malashenko, whose sight was wider than his gunner's periscope, would find something, and then the commander of the gunner Indicate the target.

But unfortunately, similar to the situation on Iushkin's side, the answer given by Malashenko ended up with a similar result.

"Just like you, there are wreckage, craters, countless pieces of Kraut meat, not even an anti-tank gun to be seen."

Facts have proved that, just like the situation when the 502nd Battalion was annihilated in East Prussia, TOS-1's bombing was absolutely effective in damaging any fixed positions or targets that could not maneuver in time to avoid them.

What appeared in front of Malashenko and Iushkin was undoubtedly a completely scorched earth.

The foxholes, firepower points, fortifications and geotechnical bunkers that were still resisting now have completely become part of the scorched earth that exudes a high temperature. Just like the relics of prehistoric civilization that have just been excavated by archaeologists, the only difference is that they have not been imprinted with such a deep imprint of time, that's all.

The broken limbs and broken arms that had been blown away were visible to the naked eye, all over the ground and everywhere.

Some arms were stuck upside down in the soft floating soil, with half of them exposed on the ground. A broken palm was as horribly exposed and eye-catching as the icon of the 21st century video game - Left 4 Survival. If it weren't for The veteran who was used to seeing this scene and had a strong psychological endurance was so frightened that he wet his pants and even retreated, becoming speechless on the spot.

More minced meat and bones of unknown parts of the body were scattered everywhere on the ground, mixed with the floating soil like the dough rising before steaming bread. The soft and sticky feeling when you accidentally step on it is enough to turn off the appetite of veterans and make new recruits feel queasy.

What is wet and soft is not the moisture of the soil itself, but the bloody disaster caused by human blood bursting out and flooding the land.

What is sticky is not the soil itself, but the fragments of life left by the last traces of dust in the human world. At least they were once part of life, indeed they were.

After getting off the car, the infantry soldiers who had already walked around to both sides of their own armored formation to clear the way in front stepped on the soft soil that was damaged to a degree that was between aerial bombing and heavy artillery bombing. , the deeper you go, the more intense and pungent the smell of blood becomes. The fishy smell mixed with earth is like a slaughterhouse where production is accelerated and livestock offal is dumped.

Finally, a rookie who had just graduated from the top three ranks of the recruit camp, gave up his position as a grassroots commander of the new infantry division, and chose to lead the division as an ordinary soldier, could no longer bear this extremely exciting scene. Holding the newly issued SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle with its butt pressed to the floor, he half-knelt on the ground and vomited all of a sudden.

"Ugh - vomit, cough, cough, vomit"

Most of the soldiers around him just glanced at it, and then continued to walk by without thinking, holding guns and maintaining vigilance. Together with the slow and roaring steel behemoths beside them, they continued to move forward without stopping.

The one who finally walked to the vomiting rookie and chose to stop was the old squad leader who had told him, "Your top three scores in the recruit camp are just tickets for the leadership, not your pride." A man who had participated in the Battle of Kursk , the Battle of Cherkasy, the liberation of Poland, the fierce battle in East Prussia, and the veteran who fought in the final decisive battle are now 47 years old this year.

"Stand up. I won't reach out to help you. Don't think about relying on others. You can only rely on yourself now."

Da da da da——

Bang bang bang——

"Kuts who are alive, take cover! Suppress fire from infantry tanks, hurry!"

The sound of firefights and shouts from the front could be heard. The old squad leader beside him remained motionless, but he obviously had no intention of wasting any more time. His cold face just spoke without emotion.

"Leader division elites gather here, not rookie nurseries who can't even wipe the sour vomit from their mouths. If you want to fight side by side with your comrades, you must first prove your ability. Those who can't even stand on the battlefield will only be eliminated. The enemy's A bullet or a notice from the brigade headquarters, take your pick."