Chapter 1061 The Belly of the Behemoth (Part 2)

Different from the cockpit roof at the front of the car body, the roof and chrysanthemum escape hatch of the fighting room at the rear of the car body are completely open. The four SS armored soldiers who once fought here did try to escape.

The only problem at hand was that the final result of the escape was obviously not good. Karamov, who was holding the escape hatch, could even clearly distinguish the traces of grenades that had exploded in the car.

"There are only three Germans in No. 1, No. 2 and No. 3, but the prisoner said it was a four-man fighting room. It seems we let at least one go, Comrade Battalion Commander."

The soldier who also stretched his head looked at the interior of the car and said, three SS armored personnel carriers were scattered in three different positions, with different postures, either prone, lying down, or They were leaning against each other, but none of them were still breathing. They had obviously died suddenly in the place where they had fought for a long time.

The reason for all this was because of the limited counterattack ordered by Malashenko to expel the Germans from their positions.

Malashenko, who had taken away the thorn in Scrap Man's side first, was completely freed from the heaviest burden on his shoulders. However, the German army, relying on the support of Tiger and Panther, still did not believe that they were bound to lose and still refused to take the initiative. Quit and continue to cling to the position.

If you don't want to leave, then I'll send you the hell away.

The unstoppable Malashenko directly picked up the radio transmitter at hand and ordered a counterattack. The mighty Stalin heavy tank group smashed through the wreckage of the German tanks and ran over the corpses of the SS soldiers who fell to the ground. He turned the black muzzle and pointed it at the target that was close at hand and started shooting at close range.

The majestic tiger was instantly beaten into a Garfield cat by the power of his loving father, while the black panther, who was already running naked in front of 122 heirlooms, was even more unlucky. One by one, he was shot away without any ambiguity.

The skeleton division who gritted his teeth was worthy of being one of the top aces of the Waffen-SS. At the last moment of imminent defeat, he still fought like crazy with his opponent.

The tigers put out their maximum defensive angle and output wildly, while the panthers ran with all their strength, using their strong mobility to try to bypass the turret speed of the Stalin heavy tank and carry out close attacks.

But even though the troops of the Skeleton Division tried their best, even the infantry who had rushed to the position were using cluster grenades to try to destroy the Russian steel behemoths.

But in the face of absolute frontal strength suppression, the final result of the battle will not be changed by human subjective will. Failure is still irreversible and hits the Skeleton Master on the head like a sledgehammer.

The Skeleton Division, which was constantly being bombed by tigers and leopards, finally couldn't hold on any longer. After less than ten minutes of fighting with Malashenko's troops who devoted all their strength to launch a counterattack, they retreated like a tide and left behind. The small position that had been occupied was driven out like a lost dog.

Malashenko, who never stopped doing anything, decided to go crazy again. Anyway, it was already approaching sunset and he was not afraid that he would get away with it.

The Stalin heavy tank group that had driven the Germans out of their position simply did not do anything and continued to rush forward with full throttle and beat up the retreating Skeleton Division.

The Skeleton Division's attacking troops, who originally wanted to withdraw quickly, had to leave a small group of troops behind like a gecko with its tail cut off to sacrifice the rear.

The swarming Stalin heavy tanks and the roaring charging Red Army soldiers took less than eight minutes to completely crush the rear force of the Skeleton Division, which was less than one battalion.

In front of the still powerful skeleton division, Malashenko personally led his men to eat the abandoned SS soldiers at a distance of less than 500 meters in front of his own position, which was an obvious and serious insult. It can be said that it slapped the face of the SS elite.

It was also because this unprepared counterattack came too fast. The elephants were bombarded by the 152 Divine Cult and were knocked to the ground one after another. The elephants caught fire before they had time to abandon their vehicles and escape. They were shouted at. Ulla's Red Army soldiers rushed forward and surrounded him.

"Grenade! Throw grenades in there! No need to show mercy to such bastards! Kill them all!"

The tragic scene of one's own heavy tanks being destroyed one by one was clearly seen and remembered by Major Varosha, who was leading the team.

Major Varosha, who hated these strange-shaped large iron boxes, almost roared and gave orders to the personal guards who protected him. He must make these fanatical Nazi party lackeys pay the price they deserve.

Free grenades flew out like rain. Although the accuracy varied, there was bound to be a grenade that could fly into the car along the escape hatch.

The scrap metal man crew who moved a little faster was lucky enough to retreat with the large force, but most of the rest were directly pinned to death in the car. No one could get out alive, and they were thrown into the car and exploded in the confined space. The grenade killed them in just a split second.

Karamov, who was holding the edge of the escape hatch, did not go to the front line in person. He learned about the intensity of the battle ahead through binoculars and other people's descriptions.

But just judging from the twisted corpses of the SS armored soldiers who died in the fighting room in front of him, Karamov estimated that the rumored battle descriptions were probably true and basically accurate.

"Don't you have any ammunition to explode? Oh, what weird place did these German guys use their luck?"

Karamov did not know how many grenades were thrown into the fighting room at that time, but in short, it did not cause the ammunition to explode.

The temperature inside the car had already dropped to the same level as the night outside, to the point where it was as cold as the armor plate. There were a few leftover custom 88mm artillery shells in the ammunition racks hanging on the armored bulkhead.

Although the fragments of the grenade left shocking scratches on the outer wall of the shell, there were even some burnt black marks.

But this cold piece of scrap metal has indeed never experienced an ammunition explosion. The bodies of the several SS armored soldiers who died in the fighting room are basically well preserved. Karamov who got into the fighting room has even been killed. Start searching for valuable things.

"Medal, medal, medal, how many medals does this SS bastard have? It's useless rags."

"Watch? Damn it, it's been blown up."

"This is not bad. There are three packs of cigarettes in my pocket. Well, they don't smell like horse manure."

While searching, Karamov did not forget to do his business and looked at the interior and equipment of the fighting room. Unfortunately, because the grenades thrown into the car exploded, all the optical sights that Karamov could find were destroyed. The sights and fragile mechanical equipment were rarely intact.

Only the long 88 main gun breech block, which is larger and can accommodate longer and newer artillery shells, seems to be relatively intact and not damaged much. After all, this is the strongest and thickest thing in the entire battle room. The grenade wants to It's really unrealistic for such thick gun steel to explode.

"It looks okay. I think it can be used for shooting tests in the future. Even if I dismantle this thing and transport it separately, it will be a gain."