Chapter 1075 Charge! attack! Annihilate!

The head wearing the helmet fell to the ground, the entire chest was broken into seven or eight petals and torn into pieces, and the remaining broken arm was lifted to the ground like a Transformers toy dismantled by a child, under the impact of the powerful kinetic energy of the projectile. Scattered all over the floor.

The mixed fragments of blood, flesh, and organs were as sticky as the fertilizer in a slaughterhouse. They were spread all over the ground, dyeing the surrounding land scarlet red. It was impossible to tell that this pile of minced meat had ever been Spelled into the shape of a person.

"Comrade Commander, that German guy is broken. I feel like you are getting more and more violent! Haha!"

Listening to the crew radio reverberating in the tank hood, Malashenko, who had already emptied the entire ammunition box of the Deshka anti-aircraft machine gun on the roof of the vehicle, could not care less about fighting with Iush at the moment. Jin boasted, and straightened his waist and retracted into the turret, extending his right hand to Kirill beside him.

"Kirill, pass me the ammunition box!"

"Here it is, here it is, pick it up, Comrade Commander!"

The Deshka anti-aircraft machine gun on the top of the turret does not have an assistant shooter who can help Malashenko change bullets. The entire process from enemy hunting to changing ammunition has to be completed by Malashenko alone. This is obviously a relatively time-consuming task. .

He almost smashed the empty ammunition box with his hands. Malashenko, who always felt that his machine gun was very difficult to use, directly chose to use violence to solve the problem. The ammunition box in his hand was tight. Then it was installed in place and the bullet chain was reinserted into the barrel of the gun.

Malashenko, who had finished changing the ammunition alone, did not fire directly. Instead, he tilted his head and glanced at the battlefield situation from the edge of the machine gun shield. After confirming that the German guy on the opposite side only had his last breath left, he had already After being half-dead, Malashenko turned around and glanced at the soldiers under his command and raised his right hand directly.

"Charge forward, comrades! Smash the fascist lackeys and attack for the sake of the motherland!!!"

In ancient times, cavalry commanders were accustomed to wielding sabers and commanding their troops on horseback.

Now Malashenko is just like the Red Army cavalry who charged against the white bandits decades ago. The steppe cavalry in the new era will once again use their galloping mounts to punish any enemy in front of them. The body of steel is far better than the horse of flesh and blood. It comes with more power.

"Comrades, follow the steps of comrade brigade commander! Charge and attack! Ula!!!"

Malashenko commanded his car to rush to the front and personally led the charge. Major Varosha, who led his troops closely behind, further fulfilled Malashenko's will and headed towards the people who were closely united around him. The soldiers once again raised their weapons and shouted orders.

After shouting this back and forth, a large group of Red Army soldiers, who were more excited than a chicken blood shot, shouted hoarse slogans and rushed forward in a large area. Malashenko, who takes the lead, is an effective morale booster wherever he goes.

"It's over! We can't hold it anymore, Mork, give the order to retreat! If we stay on the Russian territory any longer, we will all die here! They are going to fight us now! They are crazy!"

"Are you crazy? We have been preparing for the attack for half a night to get here. Now if I want to give this half of the position back to the Russians, the head of state will not allow it! I will not go like this either."

Dong dong dong dong——

Whoosh——

Before the leader of the First Class Assault Group of the Waffen-SS who personally led the attack had finished speaking, an Il-2 attack aircraft flying from nowhere pointed its nose at the ground and roared with firepower. The area covered by the aerial artillery barrage instantly raised a cloud of dust mixed with a dance of blood, completely submerging all targets within a certain range of the fire coverage point.

When the second-level assault captain, whose ears were almost deaf, struggled to get up from the ground, he touched his chest, looked down at his whole body, and found that he was still missing his arms and legs. Before he had time to be happy and thankful, the miserable sight of the corpse of his immediate boss and old friend suddenly came into view.

"Morkomo"

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"Damn it! Damn it! Why don't you listen to my advice!? Never!"

The SS First Class Assault Battalion Captain, who was called Molk, was probably the most tragic death of the Guardsmen Division Commander in today's battle so far.

There may have been three to four 23mm aerial cannon projectiles from the Il-2 attack aircraft that hit his body, and the hit points were all concentrated on the most critical upper body part, and the five percent of them used were specially designed to deal with ground targets. Ten scale tracer armor-piercing bullet chain.

The final result of this is that this thread-like miserable leader of the SS First Class Assault Battalion has basically "disappeared from the world."

What was left in front of the second-level assault captain who escaped by accident was only Mork's lower body from the waist down, connected to the crotch and two thighs.

As if it had been cut off by some kind of dull chain saw or giant weapon with brute force, a section of white bones was exposed abruptly from the flesh and blood paste that could no longer identify the specific organs.

The second-level assault team leader, who had a relatively clear understanding of the human body's structure, knew that it was the broken spine exposed from the remains of his old friend's lower body.

The 23mm projectile not only completely tore apart the entire upper body, but also left several huge, bottomless holes with smoke rising on the trench wall at the final impact point. How powerful is it, as long as you are not blind? You can definitely see it clearly.

He knew that even if the head of state came, he would not be able to save his hapless brother.

After the death of the top field commander, the second-level assault captain, who was the first successor to the command, did not care to continue to stay here and talk about the mess of blood and flesh and sensational nonsense, even if he was still facing him. The few messengers and junior officers who could be reached gave the order to retreat.

boom--

I don’t know which Panther tank was knocked over by the 122 gun but failed to retreat in time. The violent ammunition explosion caused by piercing the front armor of the vehicle body knocked off the turret and tore the vehicle apart as usual. body.

The scattered high-speed armor fragments swept several unlucky SS infantrymen around them to the ground on the spot, but more SS infantry ignored them and just kept retreating.

"Bullets, who still has bullets! Give me the bullets, submachine gun guy, I've run out of them!"

"Russians, over there! Their tanks are coming!"

"Koch, Det, Bolt, and the rest of you come with me, we stay to stop the Russians! Otherwise we won't be able to evacuate! Hurry!"

Fighter planes are roaring, guns are roaring, ULA is shouting, and the steel tracks are rolling forward!

The overwhelming offensive has become unstoppable, and the overwhelming defeat will be irreversible.

All that's left is the tragic tail-cutting survival and final battle of annihilation like a gecko.