Chapter 1049 We won’t do the loss-making business

Malashenko's guess was correct. The German army, who was trained in blitzkrieg, did have an extremely accurate grasp of air strikes and would never let go of this great opportunity to attack.

The Skeleton Master, who had two ribs broken by Malashenko, showed no signs of being discouraged or afraid of fighting, as if the blood would not scare away the murderer but would only make him more excited and violent.

The Skeleton Division, which did not even bother collecting corpses on the battlefield, quickly assembled a second, more powerful offensive. After the first wave of attacks failed, the entire army was almost wiped out, and only less than one company of troops fled back. Come back again.

Holding a telescope, he leaned half of his body out of the turret to observe the changing movement of the gray iron stream, and observed every move of the more ferocious group of SS troops on the opposite side. The sight that came out made me complain.

"These German guys are really a bunch of beasts! They even destroyed the corpses of friendly troops blocking their attack path!"

Through the telescope, Malashenko truly saw how cold-blooded and cruel the Skeleton Division, the famous elite elite unit of the armed SS, was.

The corpses of the SS soldiers who had been killed on the battlefield and were still warm were now piled up on the battlefield, hindering the second wave of the Skeleton Division's attack.

It takes time to clean up these corpses. If you send people to recover the corpses without weapons, you will have to send special people to negotiate with Malashenko.

Obviously, the Skeleton Division, known for its cold-blooded cruelty, does not have the patience, let alone the free time. Everything seems so unnecessary, especially for the Russians who are no different from dead people in their eyes.

The steel tracks crushed the corpses of the dead comrades, and the intestines and internal organs were blown out instantly like a balloon filled with water being crushed, splashing all over the ground.

The soldier with a face like steel and a double lightning mark engraved on his helmet strode forward across the bloody thing under his feet, as if the sticky and slippery feeling under his feet did not exist at all, and he only had the thought of killing the Russians on the opposite side.

"I still hoped that the corpse would delay it for a while, but now it seems that I have overthought it, damn it."

Malashenko, who felt a little bit wishful thinking about being slapped in the face, cursed secretly. He could only express his speechlessness at the ferocious behavior of this group of crazy SS soldiers, but the next battle was bound to become more difficult to deal with because of this, but he was the only one who could For sure, if the Germans don't play it seriously now, then they are crazy.

"Kurbalov, it's time to start, let's show those Germans some color."

"Copy that, Comrade Brigade Commander, the surprise will arrive soon."

The Soviet defense line facing the enemy no longer has any direct artillery positions within range, and our side can confidently and boldly crush them directly without worrying about being suddenly attacked by counter-preparatory artillery fire.

At least that was what the Skeleton Division troops in the second offensive wave thought until the thunder of half a battalion of SU152 self-propelled howitzers came.

"Blast those fascists into the sky, for Comrade Stalin's sake!!!"

Boom boom boom boom——

The sound of the 152 Divine Howitzer firing was truly earth-shattering, and even the firing of Malashenko's IS6 was far less terrifying.

Intensive thunderous roars tore through the silence above the position that had just endured the air attack. The SS, who were about to test fire and had not had time to stop, heard the roaring sound in the air like an old cow panting or a train whistle. Loud noise.

Rookies may feel dazed, confused, or even scared to the point of being overwhelmed when hearing this sound.

But for veterans like the Skeleton Masters, this extremely terrifying sound only means one thing. The Russian’s 152 Divine Cult rider is here again!

"Heavy artillery! The Russians' heavy artillery shelling, get down!"

Boom——

The leader of the SS assault team leader shouted a reminder that it obviously came a step too late. A dozen 152 howitzer shells in the shape of large black dots, whizzing from the distant horizon and getting bigger and bigger under his eyes, had already hit his face. .

Amidst the roar of artillery, blood and flesh flew everywhere. Before they had time to make a specific reaction, a large group of SS infantry who had just bent their legs and wanted to lie on the ground were immediately covered by the sea of ​​​​fire that was about to form a line. Go in.

Through the telescope in his hand, Malashenko, who was still leaning half of his body out of the turret, could clearly see that the group of SS soldiers on the opposite side who had not had time to test the firepower were once again like the unlucky ones in the previous wave. Got a slap in the face.

The SS infantrymen who were a little closer to the center of the explosion disappeared without a trace, while the SS infantrymen who were a little further away could barely remain intact. But the body that had been swept up by the shrapnel into some kind of sieve was like a sandbag kicked away by Bruce Lee. It was swept away by the strong shock wave and flew seven or eight meters away.

Judging from the speed at which he flew backwards and the posture in which he fell to the ground and rolled several times, if he could still be alive, he would be recorded in history and called a medical miracle. He is not a human being. New creatures do not have such strong vitality under the fierce attack of 152 Divine Cult.

Although the overwhelming artillery bombardment was fierce, the problem was that Malashenko had too few SU152 self-propelled howitzers, only 10. Lavrinenko took the rest to prepare to withstand the possible German attack in the west. Find weaknesses to attack.

So when this wave of artillery fire came down, the SS soldiers who were lying on the ground covering their heads and not daring to get up were suddenly confused.

When did the Russian bombardment become a wave?

According to the usual routine in the past, don’t Russians use hours as the basic unit of time when they have sex? Which song are you singing this time?

"Kohler, what do you think is going on? Are the Russians trying to trick us? Are they trying to lure us into the trap?"

"I don't know, Steitmann, I think we'd better stay down for a while. Maybe the Russians are just loading shells now. I've never seen a Russian artillery fire go out after one round."

The 10 SU152s that only exist in his own hands are treasures, and Malashenko does not want to lose them all so easily.

According to the order of the brigade commander, the SU152 self-propelled howitzers, which only fired one round, immediately restarted and moved their positions after roaring, moving to another farther direction that is completely opposite to their current position. What they are afraid of is that they will be out of position. The German artillery launched a wave of retaliatory bombardment or called for air strikes to retaliate.

No matter what kind of retaliation method is used, there is no doubt that this SU152 self-propelled howitzer unit, which is quite limited in strength, will be easily destroyed. It is best to get a wave of victory, but you must run away before the Germans react. Rashenko’s established plan.

To put it bluntly, the SU152's heavy bombardment was aimed at the intelligence gap that the Germans did not know existed, and the confused German army was bound to make some corresponding reactions to this.

Lian Zhan wants both of them to lose all their money. We, Comrade Ma, will not do this kind of loss-making business.