Steel Soviet Union

For the Soviet Red Army, whose wireless telegrams were monitored by the Germans all day long, using code words to communicate has become a common thing.

From the moment Zhukov flew to Leningrad to take over command with a note written by Stalin and maintained radio silence, to now Malashenko is using code words to contact the rear front-line airport to call for air support.

Malashenko, who was forced to a dead end by the Germans, would not have adopted such a lame method if he had not really had any other choice. Behind a series of seemingly calm events was actually an undercurrent of intelligence confrontation between the Soviet army and the German army.

After giving the order to the liaison officer, Malashenko had no chance to rest. He immediately turned around and walked towards the car parked not far away.

"Iushkin, follow, pack up and get ready to fight!"

"Yes, Comrade Commander!"

He climbed onto the tank body with quick movements using his hands and feet. He stretched out his right hand covered with black leather gloves and opened the lightly clasped one-piece heavy turret hatch, preparing to jump into the vehicle. From behind, The tall figure running quickly not far away stopped Malashenko's movement at the last moment.

"Comrade Malashenko, are there any specific changes to the combat plan? How will my troops cooperate with you?"

Malashenko, who looked back in the direction of the sound, saw the figure of Captain Yakov standing in front of him. After thinking for a moment, Malashenko raised his head and gave a reply.

"There is no change in the battle plan, Comrade Yakov. Get your men in the car, the Kraut's heads are waiting for us to harvest!"

How could Yakov, who had a somewhat bloodthirsty and cruel temperament, tolerate Malashenko's words that smelled of blood? Yakov, who had been killing people for fun since he came to the Moscow front line, could be called a A complete lunatic.

But the heart of such a madman is full of firm beliefs. At least judging from his current experience, Malashenko believes that the words "sometimes madmen are more useful than fools" are really right.

"Everyone, get in the car! Kill all those Nazi lackeys and leave no one behind! Our regiment does not need prisoners!"

I have long been accustomed to the heroic words that come out of Yakov's mouth from time to time. I don't think there is anything wrong with Yakov taking pleasure in harvesting the heads of German soldiers. He stepped into the tank turret with both legs. Malashenko, who had his upper body leaning out of the turret, immediately gave orders to the gunner Iushkin who was already in the turret, ready to go.

"Iushkin, hand me the flags. I want a pair."

After hearing Malashenko's order, Iushkin handed a set of small wooden flagpoles to Malashenko's hands. Malashenko, who placed the set of small flags in his hands, couldn't help but feel confused. I feel a little lost.

"When was the last time you used this thing? Brod? Hehe."

Reminiscent of the fact that most of the front-line Red Army tank units today use such backward communication methods to direct battles. After experiencing many life and death catastrophes, they have deeply realized how much the addition of vehicle-mounted radio communication to combat effectiveness is self-deprecating. After smiling slightly, Malashenko did not hesitate anymore and raised the signal flag in his hand and danced with his arms.

Relying on the memory inherited from the original owner of this body when he traveled to this world, he could barely remember the basic elements of the semaphore. Malashenko, holding the signal flag tightly with both hands, issued an order to the dozens of T3457 tanks around him that were ready to go. The waving flags representing the attack signal were particularly eye-catching in the eyes of each commander who stretched his upper body out of the turret.

"Receive the order, start the car, let us crush those damn Germans!"

"Regain honor from the corpses of those damn Nazi dogs and set off, comrades!"

These Red Army tank soldiers who either lost their tanks or abandoned their tanks for some reason during the battle retreated. Almost all of them went out to fight hoping to prove themselves on the battlefield again.

The firm red faith still exists in the bodies of these battle-hardened veterans. None of the Red Army tank soldiers who were able to survive from the beginning of the tragic Patriotic War to the end of 1941 was a soft persimmon. This is why Malashenko would rather The reason for accepting these stragglers who had failed once was not to accept the new recruits who had just stepped onto the battlefield after intensive training from the rear.

The low roar of the diesel engine drove the steel body with a total combat weight of 28 tons to rise. The T34 medium tank, which is famous for its maneuverability, was at least impeccable in terms of speed. After only a few seconds, the engine was accelerated to maximum output. The powerful steel torrent immediately rushed towards the German position facing the enemy like an arrow from a string.

The German soldiers, who were leaning on the trench and huddled up in their thin autumn clothes to keep warm, were almost losing consciousness. The increasingly intense tremors coming from the trench with their backs and the hard frozen soil under their feet shook everyone. nerves.

The ancient Chinese knew the true meaning of war, and used the idiom "thousands of horses galloping" to describe the strong impact on people's senses when the cavalry charged in groups in ancient times.

When the ground under their feet was shaking because of the oncoming prairie cavalry, the German soldiers who poked their heads out of the trenches with frightened eyes immediately saw what looked like ghosts climbing up from hell into the world. It's a terrifying and unusual scene.

"Ivan, Ivan's tank! They are coming, it is Ivan's T34 tank!"

The words of panic spread quickly throughout the entire German position in the frost like a blazing fire.

The German army, which had just repelled the Soviet infantry offensive not long ago, did not expect that a large group of Soviet tanks would suddenly rush out at this time.

The brain filled with fear and surprise suddenly woke up in the cold wind. Like ants on a hot pot, the Germans anxiously searched for all available anti-tank weapons at hand, and soon charged towards Malashenko. The T3457 cluster led by T3457 launched the attack.

What is slightly surprising is that the first wave of attacks that hit Malashenko's head was not the German anti-tank firepower, but the German division that had timely detected the incoming enemy through the artillery observation post at the forward position half a minute ago. Belongs to the artillery regiment.

call out--

boom--

The heavy artillery shells that hit Malashenko's head in an instant were like the screams of death, and the sonic booms of the huge grenades that exploded one after another were enough to shake people even through thick armor. His ears were numb and he was caught off guard by the unexpected situation before him. He immediately cursed in a bad tone.