Steel Soviet Union

Chapter 2483 "The winter of the motherland cannot be colder, Moscow does not believe in tears"

The urgency of time no longer allows the leading division to stop, call in artillery fire, and then look at the group army's field artillery group below the high ground in amusement, blasting the last core position for a damn hour, and then start again. The army charges.

Andryusha and Katyusha rocket launchers are the only long-range direct artillery firepower that the entire leader division can rely on now. All ISU-152\\A have been deployed to the front line and are deployed on the frontal battlefield as direct-aiming support firepower units. Nothing left.

Relying on close-range direct fire with strong defensive armor, these 152 giant guns will have a higher killing efficiency than long-range direct fire support, and this is what Malashenko needs most now.

There is no unnecessary nonsense, and the efficient communication of orders is fully reflected at this moment.

The Katyusha and Andryusha rocket launchers, which had already entered the firing position, immediately took action after receiving the order to attack. The flames shot into the sky, and the dense rain of rockets once again flowed down like a waterfall. The German positions were swept over with overwhelming force.

It is not only the Second Heavy Combined Brigade commanded by Varosha that is doing the same thing, but also the first heavy combined brigade, which was started by Malashenko and is now commanded by Kulbalov.

Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo——

Alsim, who had just finished the battle and killed the last German rifleman who wanted to fight him desperately. The AK bayonet in his right hand was still soaked with warm blood. He had just put his left hand on the door of the infantry fighting vehicle. , intending to board the bus last as usual and then move on.

The rain of rockets that swept in from the rear of our actual control area had already reached directly above our heads and was roaring past in a dense manner.

The roaring sound and the scale of the formation were obviously extraordinary. Alsim, who had already put one foot into the infantry tank, couldn't help but pause. Then he subconsciously raised his head and looked directly above his head. Looking around at the sky above Huo Yu, the company deputy comrade who was also sitting at the back of the car and stuck half of his head out of the infantry cabin spoke immediately.

"I have never fought such a tense battle before. This is the first time."

Alsim, who was holding the door with one hand and carrying the AK in the other, was no longer looking towards the sky. Instead, he had completely gotten into the infantry combat vehicle and reached out to close the door. He raised his right hand and said "duang", "duang" " He hit the bulkhead next to him twice and gave an order at the same time.

"Everyone is here, let's start!"

"yes!"

It wasn't until the infantry fighting vehicle started to move forward again that the seats were not full and several seats had been vacant. Alsim, who had already taken off the magazine, reloaded the AK. He spoke.

"Drinking water, eating bread, peeing, and replenishing ammunition all start, all are dealt with on the spot in the car. In two minutes, prepare for battle!"

""

There was no time to be sad about those vacant positions, and even Alsim's reminder seemed a bit redundant.

These combat engineers, who are the most elite heavy infantry of the leader division, had already begun to do what they were supposed to do even before the company commander gave the order. One or two of them remained silent, regardless of the sweat dripping from their foreheads. He was panting heavily, but his hands kept moving at full speed.

Pull out the ammunition box under the folding seat plate, take out the fully loaded magazines one after another, stuff them into the already empty chest strap to replenish the ammunition, and don't forget to grab two from another box on the side. , the company deputy comrade who took four grenades and hung them on his body was speaking again.

"I just confirmed on the radio that both the second and third platoons had some casualties, and the third platoon suffered more casualties. A total of eleven people were carried down, including dead and seriously injured. On paper, not a single squad was defeated. What do you want? You can say additional commands now, the microphone is right next to you."

Kaka——

Wow——

Holding the gun with one hand, he pulled the charging handle with his backhand to load the ammunition. A crisp sound sounded in the car along with Alsim's words without thinking.

"There's nothing to say. Let's continue the fight. The remaining platoon is a company, the remaining squad is also a company, and I will fight even if I am the only one left in the fight. The casualty figures are for the division commander to see, not for me."

""

Holding the last full magazine that needed to be replenished, he couldn't help but pause after hearing the words, and then subconsciously glanced at the faces of the other people in the car, and found that no one except himself had a strange look on their face, and they were all holding on tight. Time is busy with the work in your hands and what you should do.

Even the three people in front of the infantry cabin who were responsible for operating the turret and driving the car were indifferent, as if they just heard something as ordinary as "What are you going to eat for lunch today?" and it was not worthy of any special reaction.

"Don't you think it's a bit too cold, even for you?"

""

Faced with the stunned company officer's question, Alsim, who still followed the observation port of the infantry cabin beside him and watched closely outside the vehicle, just answered without turning his head.

"The winter in the motherland cannot be colder. Moscow does not believe in tears."

boom--

It is unknown how many times a huge explosion has exploded at the top of this bloody highland, tearing flesh and blood into nothingness and annihilating it in dust and ashes, leaving only a broken ruins of broken walls and the only remaining traces of destruction.

More than a dozen IS7 heavy tanks galloping wildly were still rushing at the forefront of the entire assault group, enduring the most intensive anti-armor firepower from the enemy for the friendly units behind them.

Round after round, continuous rounds of anti-tank ammunition hit the IS7's strongest main armor protection belt, either leaving a dark stain after an explosion, or ricocheting in the sparks of lightning. , but none of the ammunition could penetrate and stop these steel behemoths from running wildly.

The ridiculously fast super maneuverability makes it extremely difficult to stop it by breaking its legs by hitting the tracks. It is almost like a lottery draw on the street, which is impossible to achieve.

"The self-propelled artillery group maintains fire suppression! Don't worry about the remaining ammunition, blast the Fasis to pieces!"

"Each tank crew is ready to support the infantry, prioritize attacking high-threat anti-armor targets, and maintain mobility."

"Tank! Right at twelve o'clock, the German tank!!!"

"What?!"

Malashenko was holding a transmitter in his hand before he finished giving orders. Iushkin, who had been holding the periscope, let out a loud shout that echoed in the car.

Malashenko, who was a little surprised that the Germans actually dispatched tanks at this time, said nothing. He kept talking on the phone and quickly moved his vision to the commander's periscope to look directly ahead. Unexpectedly, this glance was just a somewhat difficult look. A look of astonishment appeared on his face.

"Then what the hell is that."