Steel Soviet Union

"Russians, Russians are coming! Get ready, get in position! Get into combat position!!! Hurry!"

"Cannonball, take out the cannonball quickly!"

"Machine gun, this machine gun was blown up by the Russians. Is there a spare anywhere!?"

When the billowing torrent of steel poured straight towards the front door, the German position that had just been scorched by a high-speed shelling immediately exploded like a ladle of cold water poured into a boiling oil pan.

Shouts, footsteps, and the chaotic sounds of all kinds of weapons and ammunition being fiddled with.

The German officer holding a whistle in his hand kept waving gestures to ask his troops to speed up. The few German soldiers who had just emerged from the artillery hole held engineering shovels and moved the shelled gun to the ground as quickly as possible. The half-buried anti-tank guns were cleared out, and another group of German soldiers scrambled to carry out the entire box of shells from the anti-tank holes.

The consequences of leaving this thing outside have been taught countless times before. Once it is hit and exploded by Russian shelling, what will be lost is not just a few boxes of shells, but the entire anti-tank gun that will be blown into the sky. The artillery emplacement was already in place, so even if it was a trouble spot, the artillery shells had to be stored in the nearest artillery hole, rather than being placed next to the artillery emplacement in an effort to save trouble.

Otherwise, in the end, the person who is "saved" may be his own life.

This time, Malashenko, who was charging with the forward troops, could see everything clearly under the periscope of his commander. Almost every move of the Germans on the position was seen by Malashenko. Of course, it also includes those German soldiers who are so busy that they work like a hundred days on the construction site.

"They're all out, this time it's for real! All units are in place and ready to fight!"

As Malashenko expected, the so-called elastic defense "bomb" of the Germans has its limits after all.

To bounce back, you have to have defensive depth.

There is only so much actual control area left in the hands of you Germans in the whole highland. Now the actual control area controlled by the Red Army is more than the territory in the hands of you Germans. How can you "defeat" it? Where do you get the depth of defense to give you "bombs"? "Bounce" to the bottom of the Zero Heights or to "bounce" to the city of Berlin?

What? Can't "play" anymore? Are you planning to hold on to the end without giving up every inch of land?

Well, that's good. Malashenko, who has raised the corners of his mouth slightly, has been waiting for this. Just waiting for this, the leader's unbridled and violent firepower will hit the German guy's face firmly, hitting him as if he was knocked over. The seasoning box is the same as when the sour, sweet, bitter and spicy go into battle.

Boom boom boom——

Whoosh——whoosh——

Ding-ding-ding-ding-

The first ones to fire were still not the assault group of the leader's division as the attacker. As usual, it was the Germans who, as the defender, had the first-mover advantage.

Those armor-piercing projectiles that hit the head and face hit the thick front main armor plate of the IS6 heavy tanks one after another.

But the result remained the same as before. The armor that should not be penetrated still failed to penetrate, leaving a trail of sparks and traces of scratches on the paint. The only effective attacks were the few armor-piercing rounds that luckily hit the tracks, paralyzing the IS6s at the front, but that was all.

"Shasen! There's no way you can defeat those monsters!"

"Shut up and keep fighting! Hit the tracks. There's still a chance. Hurry!"

"Prepare anti-tank missiles!"

The German army, which had been pushed to the edge of the cliff, took out all the weapons capable of anti-tank. The huge number of anti-tank guns were not enough to be effective, and the latest anti-tank missiles were placed on the edge of the position and out of sight. An excellent position, just waiting for those roaring Russian steel behemoths to rush into the effective range.

Compared with those anti-tank guns that were heavy and difficult to move and could only be placed in simple protected gun emplacements and left to their fate, many anti-tank guns were smashed to pieces by the Russians during the artillery preparations.

The heaviest part of these complete weapon systems is just ammunition. Anti-tank missiles are extremely light. A two-person German anti-tank missile crew can form a complete weapon system with one carrying the ammunition and the other carrying the launch console and supporting component boxes. A combat team can carry the food and housekeeping stuff with them when entering and exiting the artillery hole, so as not to abandon them on the battlefield.

Up to now, it is these anti-tank missile teams that have retained the most complete anti-tank power. It can even be said that whether the German army can effectively prevent enemy tanks from running into their faces in front of the position can become a reality. It all depends on these current weapons. 's mainstay.

"Twelve o'clock direction, 500 meters away, Russian heavy tank!"

"Aimed!"

"Keep locked, fire!"

"emission!!!"

call out--

This latest anti-tank weapon of the Germans is really too weird in the eyes of many Red Army tank soldiers, whether it is the erratic flight path like a drunken man, or the weird sound like a crying baby. The highest-pitched single syllable is singled out and stretched infinitely like a flying roar.

Whether this thing works well or not, or whether it poses a great threat, is another matter. These weird and bizarre battlefield characteristics alone are enough to make people remember it.

Based on this characteristic, the tank veterans who led the division nicknamed the Germans' flashy new gadget the "Crying Drunkard."

The first half of the nickname refers to the sound, and the second half refers to the fact that in its erratic flight path, it may fall headlong into the road at any time like a drunken man falling unconscious on the curb. Go into the soil and blast it until dirt particles fly everywhere.

For example, this missile accidentally missed the target, had no time to correct its flight trajectory, and headed straight towards Malashenko's IS7 command vehicle No. 177.

As a result, before he could accidentally hit the target, the panicked German operator plunged into the ground due to trembling hands, and exploded only three meters away from the left track of Malashenko's vehicle. , and by the way, large pieces of debris and debris were thrown up, causing a "downpour" on Malashenko's car.

"Damn it! What kind of soka thing is this invented by the Germans? My grandma can throw stones harder than this thing!"

Two words of "not listed" in one sentence are enough to show the strong and profound emotion of Iushkin's complaints, just like his grandmother's ability to throw stones, which can really destroy the German anti-tank missiles in the eighteen streets. That works.

The anti-tank missiles that are inaccurate are one part, and the anti-tank missiles that hit the target relatively accurately are another part.

The roaring explosions continued in front of the heavy armored assault array of the leader division, blowing up the heavily armed IS6 heavy tanks one after another, like fireworks floats, covered in smoke and fire. Witness it with your own eyes. Looking at this seemingly thrilling scene, Malashenko's eyes remained firm and unwavering, looking straight ahead.

"Keep moving forward! The self-propelled artillery is ready to support, get into the firing position and get in position!"