Chapter 1053 The giant beast comes out of the cage

The Skeleton Division's second wave of attacks is still advancing slowly and in an orderly manner. The Red Army soldiers who are holding on to the position have begun to engage in fire with the opponent with their small weapons. The scene of tracer bullets flying across the sky with loud gunshots is terrifying. Compared to the Chinese New Year fireworks.

The German tanks responsible for the spearhead of the attack continued to fire, trying to kill the most troublesome heavy tanks on the position to clear obstacles for the attack.

For the sake of conservatism, Malashenko did not invest all his offensive power at once, but only deployed about half of the tanks for anti-armor firepower.

More and more accustomed to viewing and considering the war situation from an overall strategic perspective, Malashenko, who has always been at the center of the whirlpool, knows very clearly what the reserve team means to him. A qualified commander must have a reserve force at hand until the most critical moment, otherwise he will not even be able to cry when he encounters the worst situation.

But even with half the number of tanks and more than thirty 122 Heirlooms firing continuously, the pressure on the current German army is undoubtedly very great, even unprecedented.

The soldiers of the Skeleton Division in the precarious situation were struggling like a boat in the sea, but every time the overly powerful 122 gun fired, a German tank would almost certainly be blown to pieces and its corpses torn apart.

The infantry of the Skeleton Division, which initially followed the tanks and accompanied the attack, suffered heavy casualties. Every time a tank was caught off guard and exploded, the infantry within a radius of twenty to thirty meters would be swept to the ground and stabbed by the flying armor fragments. The ground was torn apart, and even his head was crushed by a huge flying road wheel, killing him instantly.

Gradually, the soldiers of the Skeleton Division, who realized that it was no longer safe to follow the tanks, began to retreat, trying to maintain a safe distance from the tanks at a longer distance without being killed by direct fire from the Russians in front.

However, as a kind of technical weapon, the tank itself is so big. Once the distance is extended, the frontal projection that can protect the German infantry in the rear will continue to become smaller, and the transformation will be quite limited.

The Red Army soldiers on the frontal defense line are not a company or a battalion, but an entire organic Guards Infantry Division placed in this critical position to bear the greatest pressure. After counting the arrival of Malashenko's emergency reinforcements, there are now more than 60 new "Stalin" heavy tanks that have been divided into two groups, and a fully reinforced Guards Infantry Battalion.

This level of troop deployment ensures that various light and heavy firepower can be fired from all directions and different angles, accurately hitting the faces of this group of SS soldiers without missing a beat.

The aggrieved infantrymen of the Skeleton Division now feel like rats in a bellows: receiving the blame from both ends.

If you get close to the tank and follow behind it, you will indeed be completely immune to the Russians' small arms and direct bullets. You basically don't have to worry about being suddenly hit in the head by a bullet flying from nowhere and being killed on the spot.

But as mentioned before, following behind a tank is not absolutely safe, and can even be understood to be quite dangerous.

He may survive being hit by a bullet, but if he is covered by the damage radius of a tank explosion, it will probably be quite difficult for this unlucky guy to even leave a whole body. The mutilated SS soldiers who fell to the ground on the battlefield The corpses are the best proof.

They were afraid of being hit by a tank explosion. If they were too far away from the tank, they would be knocked down by bullets fired from an angle, or they would be swept into a sieve by machine guns.

What's even worse is that the Red Army soldiers, aware of their opponent's unlucky situation, also carried forward the spirit of beating up the fallen dog and added insult to injury. The few remaining dozen mortars of different calibers were moved out, and even the German mortars captured from Stalingrad earlier, combined with the mortars carried by the infantry battalion of the Staling Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade, Attack artillery firepower and form an array.

After finding a bunker, target the German infantry who have already entered the shooting range. The aim, which was slightly poor at the beginning, became extremely accurate after several test firings. It was impossible to advance or retreat. The SS infantry were even more precarious now.

The tank in front was hammered into geoducks by the power of a loving father, while the infantry following behind was beaten into shrimps.

Malashenko, who had seen everything in front of him, couldn't help but smile evilly. As long as the equipment is in place, these German guys are not a problem at all. It doesn't matter what the hell you are, whether you are a skeleton division or an elite SS, I will fight you. It's you, the fanatical elite, who are the fascists.

"Keep up the armor-piercing bombs, Kirill! Iushkin, aim at the remaining Panthers and kill them all!"

"You have the final say, Comrade Commander."

Just when Malashenko gave the order and before Iushkin could reply, a familiar voice suddenly struck again, with a shrill scream, and it hit the armor plate of Malashenko's car accurately. On the car, a loud noise immediately echoed in the car.

Ding-ding——

"He was shot again, Comrade Commander! Did you see which direction it was coming from?"

Malashenko, who was holding the commander's periscope with his hand, relied on the direction in which the impact point sound source first sounded, and quickly roughly judged the direction of the enemy's armor-piercing projectile through the straight line of the ballistic trajectory.

It's just that both Malashenko and Iushkin forgot one very important thing in the hasty battle.

The shot that Iushkin just missed and almost missed the target was all caused by a sudden armor-piercing round, but neither Malashenko nor his crew members took it too seriously. Subconsciously, I thought this was another useless attempt by an unwilling Black Panther.

This time, through the most realistic scene in the commander's periscope in front of him, Malashenko finally realized how wrong his subconscious judgment just now was.

The main scenery of Kursk is the endless grassland, but the grassland does not mean that all terrain will be flat and unobstructed.

Behind a small slope covered with green grass and low shrubs in the distance, a huge steel monster that could be called a battleship in a tank drove its heavy 65-ton body to flatten the green grass and knock it down. The bush, with the slender main gun with a trace of smoke still on the muzzle, suddenly appeared in the eyes.

Malashenko, who was staring, opened his mouth and before he could shout out, another burst of black exhaust smoke rose from behind the steel behemoth that appeared first.

Several other steel behemoths with the same appearance immediately crossed the slope and slowly climbed to the high point. The black muzzle pointed in a direction that was almost in line with Malashenko's eyes.