Steel Soviet Union

"Comrade Captain, what should we do!? Those Germans are still firing at us! There is an ambush among us!"

The German 88 artillery team, which had turned its muzzle before he finished speaking, then started another round of fierce fire at the T34 tank group led by Malashenko. After these destroyed all four KV2 heavy tanks, they knew they had The German 88th Artillery Group, which had exposed its target, simply kept doing it without stopping, and had a fierce momentum to eat up all the leading troops led by Malashenko in one go.

Listening to the screams of the 88-gun armor-piercing bullets outside his car, which were whizzing past his ears, Malashenko, who was covering his wound with his hands and the blood that had already stained his entire sleeves red along his elbows, did not even think about it. Ignoring the need to deal with his own wounds, his right eye, stained crimson by blood, spoke loudly to the waiting crew after making sure that it still did not affect his vision.

"We will never retreat, comrades! Seryosha, start the car! Rush at those damn fascists at full speed. Even if you fall on the way to charge, you must let them know that these pig-headed idiots are now standing on the land of the Great Soviet Above!"

In fact, when the war situation has developed to this point, any attempt to escape or retreat is basically useless and meaningless for Malashenko.

No matter how fast the powerful 500-horsepower diesel engine runs, it is not as fast as the 810 meters per second muzzle velocity of the 88mm armor-piercing projectile. The T34 tank, which is already considered a big one among medium tanks, outperforms the 88mm gun at a distance of less than 500 meters. The field of view of the gun scope is wider than a fingernail. As long as the German artillery crew that is manipulating the 88-gun continuous shooting does not have Alzheimer's disease and sunset red artillery skills, everyone can hit it.

Under such premise, any attempt to escape and retreat will be in vain and destined to be unsuccessful.

Malashenko, who was already aware of this in his heart, had already made up his mind. Instead of being shot to death from behind by a German anti-tank gun on the way to desertion, it would be better to go crazy before dying. In one fell swoop, he grabbed a few German guys to back him up.

This has nothing to do with whether Malashenko, a future time traveler, is firm and loyal to his current so-called "motherland". Ultimately, it is just a bloody man who knew that he would not escape death. It's just the final madness.

At the same time, on a hillside less than 300 meters away from the left wing of the remaining T34 tank groups led by Malashenko, Michel Wittmann, who had led his troops and had been lurking here since the beginning of the war, was still there. He has no intention of taking action at all.

Compared with Wittmann's leisurely contentment and patient waiting, assault gunner Klink, who had already been gearing up for a big fight, was restless as he waited.

"Hey, Michelle! Look at those Ivans, they have all been defeated! If we don't take action at this time, I guess we will have to go up to collect the corpses and rags of the Ivans! Look at us This crew wants to paint a few more white circles on the barrel, so how about giving the order to fire now?"

Holding the commander's wide-angle periscope in front of him, he glared coldly at Klink, who was gearing up and extremely excited, from the corner of his eye. Wittmann, who had a self-made plan in his heart, seemed very indifferent to his gunner's invitation to fight. .

"No matter what you continue to say to me now, I will never order firing at this time, Klink."

"Now these Soviet T34 tanks suppressed by 88 guns are already dead. We don't need to take action to deal with them. Have you seen the large Soviet troops that rushed up later? These are the ones you will use your unique skills later. Great stage.”

"Big army? Great stage?"

After hearing Wittmann's firm words, gunner Klink was a little confused. Because the field of view of the high-magnification narrow-angle main gun sight was too limited, Klink, who was responsible for the gunner's duties, did not notice it. The Soviet army's follow-up troops were rolling in from the not-too-distant horizon with billows of dust, but this did not prevent Michel Wittmann, an experienced hunter, from detecting his own in time. prey.

In fact, Division Commander Chernyev and Political Commissar Petrov, who had been using binoculars to observe the frontline battle situation in the frontline command post on the rear starting position, observed that the leading troops led by Malashenko encountered the Germans. After the people carefully planned the ambush circle, they also realized the seriousness of the situation.

Objectively speaking, the Soviet tank divisions, which seriously lacked actual combat experience in large-scale armored operations and had outdated and backward tactical thinking, were far inferior to those they had conquered in the summer of 1941, whether from a macro strategic perspective or a local tactical level. German armored divisions across the continent.

Commander Chernyaev and Lieutenant Colonel Petrov, who had never expected that the ferocious Germans were willing to use their own children to ensnare wolves, became confused after realizing that something was wrong and that the situation was far beyond their control. Time stood still.

But the troops that have been scattered are like a basin of water that has been thrown out. It is absolutely impossible for Captain Malashenko, who has been deeply trapped in the ambush circle in front of the German position, to withdraw with his men at this time.

After thinking about it, he was not willing to let the first wave of open-door attacks fail in such an anticlimactic manner. At the same time, he did not want his precious nephew to die in the steel crematorium. After thinking about it for a while, political commissar Petrov decided that Even if he turned around and spoke sharply at Commander Chernyaev.

"Comrade Division Commander, we can't just abandon Captain Malashenko and the others! Look at them, even after suffering a fierce ambush from the Germans, they still maintain their tenacious fighting spirit and continue to charge forward! This is What? This is the great and noble fearless spirit of Soviet soldiers! I think it’s time for us to send out follow-up troops to continue the attack to expand our results!”

After putting down the telescope in his hand, he listened to his partner's loud words and pondered for a while. Chernyaev, who had already admitted in his heart that he was temporarily defeated by the German commander opposite him in the art of command, quickly regained his courage. Fighting spirit, he responded with a firm expression to the political commissar Petrov next to him with the demeanor that a mid- to senior-level Red Army commander should have.

"You're right, Peter, it's time to let those German invaders feel the power of the Red Army!"

"Inform the 1st and 2nd Tank Regiment and ask them to launch left and right attacks on the German front-line defense positions according to the pre-planned plan. In addition, let the artillery prepare, and be sure to suppress those damn German anti-tank guns for me!"