Steel Soviet Union

Chapter 850 Game of Life and Death

Strictly speaking, this was the first time Captain Vasile saw a Soviet heavy tank in combat and operating condition.

Before that, the only Soviet tanks he had encountered were the T34, which was rumored to be terrifying enough. However, he had only heard of the Soviet heavy tanks, which were far more terrifying than the T34, and had never seen them in combat on the battlefield. I have actually seen it.

In an instant, he recalled in his mind the strong sense of on-the-spot oppression that the abandoned Soviet heavy tank, which had been unable to move, brought to him.

When the feelings that had been buried deep in his memories turned into reality before his eyes, Captain Vasile could completely feel the trembling from his legs, but he couldn't even tell whether the trembling on his feet came from the ground or his own body. I have no time to think about it.

The outlines of the Russian heavy tanks that were rushing out of the white fog could only be barely discernible, and the approximate location of these heavy tanks could be identified from the direction of the sound.

Captain Vasil didn't care to think about how difficult the Russian heavy tanks were to deal with, and he didn't know how to distinguish the models of Russian heavy tanks.

The fighting instinct from a soldier drove him to raise the weapon in his hand and wave his hand, shouting orders to the soldiers beside him and behind him who were in a daze.

"Enter the position! Get into position and block those Russian heavy tanks! Otherwise we will all die!"

"But, sir, where do we still have a position now? Where is the position?"

In military terms, the place where soldiers defend and fight can be called a position, at least in theory.

However, the defensive position in actual combat is not just a matter of digging a few holes and digging a few traffic trenches. This requires the deployment of three-dimensional defensive firepower in an echelon, and the entire position should be faced in the direction where the enemy may attack, so as to be as comprehensive as possible.

Captain Wasile, who graduated from the military academy, did indeed do this. He had been specially taught by German instructors before. He was proficient in how to configure defensive positions and was a professional level figure.

To say that the defensive positions that were arranged in advance were indeed perfect in Captain Vasile's own opinion. The defensive positions excavated and excavated under his own leadership basically took care of all possible directions of attack.

Even if the Russians unexpectedly attack from a weak defensive point, troops and supporting firepower from other positions can be quickly supported through the communication trenches connecting the block positions. There is no worst-case scenario of losing one and losing the other.

But now it has been blasted into the shape of a position on the moon's surface, and even more so, but not even a complete position can be found.

A shell dropped by the 203mm cannon can blast out a huge crater the size of a small pond. The entire machine gun position and the sandbag bunker that were preset in advance will be completely blown away and will no longer exist.

The equipment that was left on the battlefield and could not be taken away in the future could not even be found to have a trace of its parts, leaving only an empty giant pit filled with frozen and broken soil. In addition, things such as communication trenches were completely filled up by the floating soil raised by the explosion of artillery shells. Captain Vasile looked around and could hardly find any trace of the existence of the communication trenches.

Obviously, strictly speaking, the defensive position no longer exists, but in Captain Wasile's opinion, this is not a reason to surrender and do nothing.

"No position? Those craters are our positions! Use everything you have learned before to defend it. You have received recruit training, haven't you?"

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Leading by example, Captain Vasile did not wait for the people around him to answer. He immediately turned around and was the first to jump into the crater located near the forefront of the Russian tank. He raised the MP38 submachine gun in his hand and immediately made a big swing. The enemy's fighting posture.

The rest of the soldiers behind them followed suit, and began to find suitable craters and broken positions one by one, and raised their weapons to prepare.

On the other side, Lieutenant Pavel, who had been ordered to push out the 75mm anti-tank gun, also came over with his people.

A whole squad of Romanian soldiers pushed a German-made anti-tank gun forward with all their strength. The anti-tank gun equipped with two large-diameter pulleys slowly plodded forward at a speed slower than an old ox pulling a broken cart. Forward.

Lieutenant Vasil, who was lying in the pit, saw that he was worried. Those Russian heavy tanks would ride on his own face in just one cigarette. If nothing was done, everything would be over. That's too late!

"Pavel! Hurry up! There's no time, push!"

Lieutenant Pavel, who raised his head and glanced in the direction of the call, wanted to answer something but hesitated. The slightly hesitant expression on his face fleetingly disappeared, and was replaced by a more demanding expression. Strength, to gnash his teeth and push the anti-tank gun with ferocious facial features.

Lieutenant Pavel did it. He successfully led his people to push the 4-ton anti-tank gun to the nearest breakthrough before the Russian heavy tank broke into the extremely close range, just enough to push the gun. Guan Zhan went out and hid half of the gun barrel behind it. It was undoubtedly an ideal temporary anti-tank gun bunker.

The limited depression angle is just enough to allow the 75mm main gun barrel of 46 times the caliber to slowly aim at the very close target.

Lieutenant Pavel, who had no time to wipe off the stains on his face, turned to look at the bomb crater where Captain Vasile was. The answer he got was Captain Vasile's firm look with a slight nod. Lieutenant Pavel, who had received the confirmation of the order, followed immediately. He opened his throat and gave an instant command.

"fire!"

boom--

The guns were specially sent by the Germans. As a matter of course, the gun crew responsible for operating these expensive anti-tank guns had also been specially trained by German instructors.

Among the anti-tank gun teams of the Romanian army, they were selected from among a hundred to operate the most expensive anti-tank guns. They were naturally the most outstanding among them. Hitting a tank-sized target at a distance of less than 500 meters was simply easy. .

call out--

Ding-ding——

"Comrade Commander, we have been shot!"

No matter how unlucky people are, there will be times when they are lucky. For example, the person who received the first 75 mm full-caliber armor-piercing hooded bullet this time was not Malashenko, but Lavrinian who charged side by side with Malashenko. Department car.

"I heard it! The German anti-tank guns can't do anything to us. We don't need to worry about them except the 88 guns. Ponomarenko drives us over at full speed! Keep at full speed!"

"Yes, Comrade Commander!"

The tank's engine compartment cover and the back of the turret were filled with accompanying assault infantry. Lavrinenko's car, which had been hit by a shot at the driver's observation window on the front of the tank, seemed to be fine. The surging horsepower drove the tank. The 45-ton steel body is still galloping forward.

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