Chapter 1077 Leader versus Head of State (revision)

"Comrade Commander, over there! Look over there, one o'clock direction! Another wave of Germans are going crazy over there, and the tracer bullets are as fierce as splashing water!"

Iushkin, who was holding the high-magnification, narrow-field gunner's sight in front of him, was the first to notice something strange. The frenzy of bright green tracer bullets that was almost like a storm was rare in normal times. Any veteran with sufficient battlefield experience Everyone will quickly notice such anomalies and pay close attention to them.

Malashenko, who was also holding the commander's periscope, sensed something was wrong before Iushkin spoke. Those die-hard SS fanatics who were as smelly and hard as stones in the toilet did not know whether to live or die. Even at the last moment when the building was about to collapse, they did not forget to disgust themselves and create trouble for their buddies.

Malashenko would never be merciful to an opponent whose attributes were as good as a stone in the toilet, let alone the armed SS who were known for their barbaric atrocities and crazy killings.

Malashenko has always felt that physical destruction is more effective than mental transformation. Especially for this group of SS fanatics who are as crazy as the Japanese, physical salvation is the ultimate solution that suits them best. trial.

"Kiril, keep loading high-explosive bombs!"

"Seryozha, start the car! Lead us to rush up and crush the intestines of those fascists!"

"All crews, move forward! Stuff those Fascist fanatics under the tracks and lubricate them! Our road wheels are thirsty for the blood of those Nazi lackeys!"

The good-guy style and superfluous nonsense are ineffective against evil people. The only true rule is "evil people need to be punished by evil people." If you dare to be cruel and risk your life, I will stuff your head, flesh, muscles, and organs together with more than fifty tons of minced meat. Grind into minced meat in the machine!

The Stalin heavy tanks, which were originally parked slightly behind the forefront of the position, using their main guns to fight tanks and machine guns to support and cover infantry operations, started moving again.

All the surrounding Red Army soldiers who had originally rushed in front of the tanks were already hiding and moving step by step. One after another, Stalin heavy tanks with roaring diesel engines and emitting thick black smoke from incomplete combustion rushed forward and rolled over. Entering the trenches, crushing the enemy's corpses, charging over the heads of our own soldiers towards the last enemy.

"The coaxial machine guns and roof-mounted machine guns remain suppressed. The main guns are not allowed to fire without my order. I will crush these reckless Fascist fanatics today!"

Malashenko's order was a bit special, but the rest of the Stalin heavy tank crews who were accompanying him in the charge accepted it quickly. Almost no one didn't want to witness the revenge of these SS bastards being ground to pulp. At any time, such a scene will make all those who are eager for revenge and have lost too much in this war feel indescribable satisfaction.

There was no infantry to follow, only a group of steel behemoths who stepped on the accelerator to death and roared and charged. The death that was so close at hand was like a roaring hell train that broke through the separation between Yin and Yang and rushed straight towards them.

The SS, who did not have any anti-armor weapons in their hands, panicked. They began to use their rifles, submachine guns, and machine guns to fire at those steel behemoths. Small-arms projectiles hit the giant bodies of steel and iron and sparks shot straight up. Risk.

Although doing so is naturally useless, is there anything else to do besides firing at the enemy? The Russians only used tanks and no infantry at all and rushed forward like a roaring bull. If they didn't fire at this time, could they walk out of the trenches with their hands raised and surrender?

Such a thing can never happen, at least it shouldn't happen! This is especially true for the Guards Division, which carries the most elite pro-military troops under the Führer's command.

Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was a pure coincidence.

The two troops named after the respective leaders of the Soviet Union and Germany were locked in a fierce battle today. The merciless battle could almost ignite the air and crush the invisible will into pieces.

This is destined to be a battle that will not take any prisoners, at least not too many prisoners. The best parts of the two opposing ideologies are fiercely colliding together with the title of supreme on their heads. Either you die or I die. ! In ideological battles, there is no such thing as an easy way out, only complete destruction and the final conqueror.

Malashenko, who was staring intently at this enemy that was finally resisting, was grinning ferociously in the car. The jingling sound of bullets hitting the front armor was simply the most beautiful notes of the ensemble! The stronger the machine gun firepower, the more desperate it is for this group of enemies who are struggling for their last breath!

The fact that they have not surrendered until now has already silently explained the path they finally chose. This was not what Malashenko forced them to choose.

Even now, as long as they are willing to put down their weapons and raise their hands to perform the French military salute and take the initiative to stand up, Malashenko can guarantee that their lives will at least not be ruined immediately in his hands. No matter what, you can live long enough to go to a labor camp to use as fertilizer for potatoes in the fields. How long you can live depends on your own destiny.

It's a pity that there are no ifs in this cruel battle. The rear force of the Guards Flagship Division, which has tried its best to fight to the end, is determined to fight to the end. The final result waiting for them is to be annihilated under the steel tracks of the name of a loving father.

"Put the gas pedal in the tank, Seryosha! They're right in front of you, crush them!"

"Understood, Comrade Commander!"

As Malashenko said, Seryosha used all his strength to step on the accelerator and hit the ground with his feet, holding the joystick with both hands and rushing straight towards the enemy in his face.

The SS machine gunner, who was still holding the machine gun in his hand and making the final mad move, did not even take a step back until he died. The loud roar at the top of his voice even overshadowed the roar of the diesel engine and the roar of the machine gun at the last moment, but it followed closely. It was annihilated in a dull sound like a water-filled balloon being forcibly exploded, and disappeared without a trace.

Blood circulation in the human body relies entirely on pressure to flow throughout the body. If an artery is cut with a knife, it will bleed rapidly and uncontrollably due to the imbalance of internal and external pressure. But if the whole person was crushed instantly and the fifty-ton steel behemoth was crushed into pieces of iron while running at full speed, the scene would be far more than just a blood splatter three feet on the spot.

After the track flew past, even the M35 steel helmet was crushed into a piece of iron no thicker than the sole of a shoe. Through the commander's periscope in his hand, he could see that Malashenko, who still looked like a fierce and crazy enemy, had no trace of anything. Hesitantly, the order came out of his mouth immediately and directly.

"All crews, use the main gun to send these fascists on the road! Now!"