Steel Soviet Union

"Inform all the remaining combat troops to speed up the crossing of the bridge. Put all trucks and supplies aside first, and let the tanks cross the bridge first! All the tanks that have already crossed the bridge should not worry about their formation, and gather them together to form a mixed formation. A troop. After the troops are assembled, they will immediately head towards Karachi Town to provide support. Comrade Brigade Commander and the others are likely to be in big trouble, so hurry up!"

Political Commissar Petrov spoke out the order in a rapid-fire barrage of words, and the communications staff officer who was standing aside nodded his head repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice and quickly recorded the order in the record, then rushed away to convey the order in a hurry. The figure seemed to be chased by a tiger behind its butt.

After rolling up his sleeves, the hour hand at a glance was already pointing to half past five o'clock. Political Commissar Petrov, who was really unsure whether what he had done was still too late, was clenching his teeth and praying silently in his heart.

"Hold on, Malashenko, no matter what you encounter, you must hold on."

Under the howling night of cold wind, on the other side was a spectacular scene of fierce artillery fire.

Shifting gears and slowing down the infantrymen hanging outside the tank without stopping, the commander's periscope could only see various blazing lights on the German position as Malashenko gave orders.

"Fire freely! Aim at all the shiny things on the position and knock down the Germans first!"

Perhaps thanks to the tip-off from the defeated friendly troops, the German defensive positions deployed in the outskirts of Karachi Town resisted fire even more fiercely than Malashenko expected. perform

All kinds of light and heavy automatic firepower crackled incessantly together with the anti-tank guns on the position. The scene of numerous muzzles and muzzle fires and flames was simply more lively than the New Year's Eve firecrackers in the whole world.

Not long after the fierce exchange of fire sounded, several bright and dazzling flares suddenly rose from the German position, flooding the ground with dazzling and cold white light, and Malashenko's formation was already in a mess. The attacking troops immediately revealed their true colors.

"Use the enemy's flares! Organize a charge formation and attack them immediately, quick!"

Malashenko, who had become the overlord now, had no intention of retreating. The Germans fired several rounds of illumination flares into the air in order to detect the enemy's situation. In Malashenko's view, it was actually beneficial to his own side, so he could only It's just a matter of speeding up the death time of these Germans.

The truth of a double-edged sword that hurts both people and ourselves is timeless. It was a flare that revealed all the hidden things under the dark night, and at the same time, the German army's own positions also revealed their true colors.

Malashenko, who had been holding the commander's periscope tightly in front of him, could clearly see that the actual number of troops deployed on the German position was actually not that many.

At a glance, one can only see a total of about one battalion of German garrison troops entrenched in the position. Anti-tank gun emplacements and machine gun bunkers are also sparsely arranged. Some machine gun bunkers and gun emplacements are even empty. , such a situation is simply the best news for Malashenko.

Roaring and roaring, the large group of IS1 heavy tanks with full firepower along the way regarded the German firepower as nothing. All kinds of armor-piercing shells and bullets fired in the dark left a burst of sparks in the air before being bounced straight away. The rough-skinned and fleshy IS1 heavy tanks Like a large group of roaring and monstrous Godzillas, they ruthlessly tore apart the last psychological defense line in the hearts of the German soldiers as they approached at extremely high speeds.

Malashenko originally thought that no matter how hard the German troops on the opposite position tried to hold their ground, they would at least be able to resist their own tanks until they rushed into the position before completely collapsing and escaping, or seeing that there was no hope of escape, they would throw away their weapons and surrender.

After all, this was the case in most of the previous battles, but only this time, Malashenko overestimated the strength of this group of German troops composed of supplementary troops and local garrison troops.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly! Go to the reserve defense line to reorganize your defenses. Russian tanks are coming!"

The distance was only about 300 meters at most. Malashenko, who witnessed the German troops on the position beginning to collapse in advance, seemed quite unexpected.

Such a weak will to resist even made Malashenko mistakenly think that the guys on the opposite position were those Romanian ghosts.

"Damn it! These German guys run really fast. What kind of strategy is this?"

Even Iushkin's angry complaints could not stop the German soldiers from running away in retreat.

The German troops who abandoned their positions and retreated were not purely focused on escaping. They alternately covered the retreating German troops and eventually left behind some anti-tank guns to delay the opponent's pursuit, in order to gain valuable ground for the successful retreat of the large forces. time.

Although this did not cause any substantial losses to Malashenko and his party, it still took some time to destroy the anti-tank guns and machine gun positions with broken tails.

These German anti-tank artillerymen, who knew that they had been abandoned, resisted with such ferocity that it was somewhat beyond Malashenko's real-time predictions.

After repeated back and forth, when Malashenko led the troops to completely occupy the German defensive position on the outskirts of Karachi Town, cleared all resistance on the position, and wiped out all the remaining soldiers, the horizon in the distance was actually projected. Here comes the first bright ray of sunshine.

"Damn you! Damn it! It's dawn when you're beating me!"

Malashenko, who thought he still had a lot of night time to use, completely failed to notice how quickly time passed towards the morning sun.

The smoky position was strewn with the corpses of German soldiers. Of course, there were also some Red Army soldiers who were killed when they rushed to seize the position and a hand-to-hand battle broke out.

The remaining heat of the war melted the snow on the position along with the rising smoke.

Malashenko, who secretly thought that since it was daylight, would stop here and let the troops take a breather, gave the order without waiting. A huge gunshot suddenly sounded from the direction of the retreat of the German army, and everyone was unexpectedly torn apart. The stillness of the early morning had just arrived.

call out--

boom--

Ding-ding——

An IS1 heavy tank that was not far away from Malashenko and had just been pushed off the turret roof looked like a toy car that had been smashed by a naughty child with a hammer. In the strong ammunition explosion, it was torn to pieces by the flames and fire on the spot. The round turtle shell-shaped turret jumped into the air and flew a full seven or eight meters high before falling heavily.

Malashenko, who witnessed the moment of destruction in the dazzling firelight, turned his head almost unconsciously in the direction of the sound of gunfire in his memory.

A square shoebox tank that had finally broken free from the shackles of nightmare and prison was announcing to Malashenko the birth of a new king with the curling smoke from its muzzle.

"finally come!"