Chapter 1108 Dirty Conspiracy

Despair and hope will always go together. There will be shadows under the light, and above the shadows there will be light.

For Malashenko, it was as if the Luftwaffe's air raids were extremely violent and destructive, but they came and went quickly, and the German bombers and attack planes consumed ammunition very quickly. The air raid lasted for less than fifteen minutes and then immediately sped away, leaving behind only a mess like locusts passing through.

Malashenko, who felt as if his whole body had been ripped out of bones and fried to soft flesh, forced his body, which was as soft as running water and seemed to be unable to lift himself, to straighten up and cross the road in front of him. The trenches came to the surface, and what appeared in front of them was a bombing relic that looked like the surface of the moon left by the Luftwaffe.

Huge craters blown up by heavy aerial bombs are everywhere in the position. The largest crater can probably hold at least dozens of fish in it, and the smallest one is enough to kill half a squad of soldiers. They all hid in them and used them as foxholes.

As far as the eye can see, there are many corpses of Red Army soldiers, and there are also a lot of wreckage of Stalin heavy tanks lying in a mess on the position.

But compared to these, what is even more ironic is that the German air raids destroyed almost all the bodies of the German soldiers. The remains of the dead SS soldiers did not know how to hide and could only lie in place under the fierce air raids. At the mercy of the flames and impact, it was dismembered and torn apart.

The flames and terrifying shock waves tore apart the increasingly cold flesh, throwing large pieces of flesh, blood, bones, muscles and organs into the air, and then falling heavily again, marking the last "processing step".

After all this is over, it will be almost difficult to find a complete corpse of an SS soldier on the ground.

Those who died in battle had not yet been restrained and buried by the enemy, but in the end, their bones were blown up by their own aircraft that followed closely, and their bones flew into the air and turned into pieces.

Although the ending is somewhat ironic, it is exactly what happened.

Similar to the situation, there are also the remains of the armored behemoths left behind by the destroyed German tanks on the position. In the wave of air strikes that just arrived, they also failed to escape the cruel fate of being destroyed again.

Not to mention the turret that had been blown away by the huge charge of the 122-gun projectile warhead, the thunderous heavy aerial bombs had blown away the blazing chassis of these headless leopards, and the blackened turret was knocked upside down on the ground. Completely blown to pieces, the already unlucky crematorium containing corpses was directly reduced to parts by a 1-ton aerial bomb.

Although these are dead bodies, there are also steel bodies that have no life in the first place.

But no matter how you say it, this result is still too ironic, even Malashenko can't help but frown after seeing it.

"Damn, these stupid Germans even blew up the bodies of their own people, how cruel are you!"

He cursed with words, but at the same time Malashenko was thinking about something more valuable.

The Luftwaffe's posture during the bombing just now did not seem to have the slightest fear of accidentally injuring friendly forces. They did not say any greetings when they met, and directly started attacking the targets on the ground. It was clear that they knew that the ground was full of enemies. The ferocious posture.

You must know that it has been less than twenty minutes since the position was captured, no matter how smooth and convenient the Germans' communications are.

But including the fact that the German pilots received their missions at the airport, laid out tactical plans, took off and waited for the formation to form before going to bomb, and finally flew to the attack position, this process would have taken at least forty minutes to an hour.

As for the size of the fleet just now, Malashenko still calculated it for the Germans based on the situation where the frontline field airport was the closest and the attendance efficiency was the best.

Then here comes the problem. Less than twenty minutes have passed since I knocked down the German guy. Judging from the time, when I and the German guy were fighting fiercely, these German fighter planes had already taken off from the airport and were on their way. On the way, the mission they received at this time, which could not be updated in the air, was to attack ground targets indiscriminately.

In this era where communication methods are so backward that it is impossible to talk about real-time air-to-ground linkage, exchange of information, and coordinated attacks, such speculative analysis is the only inevitable result.

In other words, the purpose of the Germans calling this wave of air strikes was not to support and defend the position at all, but to put themselves in this position and this trap pocket, creating a deceptive illusion of victory. When the troops had just occupied the position and were at their most relaxed, a violent air attack was launched, causing a large number of casualties on their own heads.

"I'm going to fuck you, it's a routine! It's all a fucking routine!"

The more he thought about it, the more chills he felt down his back. Malashenko recalled all the known details, from the fact that the Guards Guard Division received a large amount of tank support but still pretended to be a pig to eat the tiger, fought a defensive battle without moving troops, and then to this obvious situation. It was a violent air strike without warning based on tactical deception.

Malashenko was almost able to pat his chest and be sure that if the Germans in Prokhorovka hadn't taken any big action, he would have no problem eating Oli on the spot, so he dared to make this bet with his chest patted on his chest! It would be really weird if such a disgusting and dirty conspiracy has not been implemented yet!

As if to support Malashenko's firm judgment, Commissar Petrov, who always sent first-hand telegrams to Malashenko at critical moments, appeared again.

"Return! The front army headquarters has responded to us, Malashenko! The situation is very bad, you have to take a look immediately!"

Seeing Commissar Petrov rushing towards him with an anxious look on his face, Malashenko could almost predict what the telegram was about. Without saying a word, Malashenko immediately stepped forward and took the telegram in his hand. , read more.

"It's true! Everything is so wrong. I should have expected it! These German bastards!"

The nightmarish news brought in the telegram was indeed very close to Malashenko's conjecture. The reason why it is said to be very close but not completely consistent is because the real situation was a bit worse than Malashenko expected. .

Not only the 1st Stalin Guards Heavy Tank Brigade and the 9th Guards Airborne Division, but also the entire Soviet army in the Prokhorovka theater that was besieging the Imperial Division and the Totenkopf Division and fiercely attacking the joints of the three SS divisions, Almost all of them suffered violent retaliation at the same time as Malashenko was attacked by airstrikes.

The SS, who had been huddled in a defensive state like Sun Tzu, suddenly exploded. The number of German armored troops was much larger than expected, and it was unknown where they had been hiding before. They were dispatched, bringing with them the fierce and fanatical armed SS. Together with the armored grenadiers of the Army, they fought their way out under the cover of Air Force fighter planes, once again performing the traditional German art: attack against attack.

Disrupted by this set of three-dimensional surprise counterattacks, the Soviet troops in the Prokhorovka theater were almost in a state of emergency and were in danger.

Vatutin gave only one order to Malashenko in the telegram: retreat immediately, retreat to a safe area to reorganize defenses, and retreat as quickly as possible.

The 1st Stalin Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, located in the center and responsible for attacking the main force of the Guards Division, is now facing the danger of the collapse of friendly forces on both wings at any time.

Once this happens, any fool knows what the Skeleton Division and the Imperial Division that are outflanking from both wings are going to do next, plus the Guards Division that is still entrenched in the front and is not even seriously damaged.

In the worst-case scenario that can be expected, the Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade and the 9th Guards Airborne Division will be surrounded by the three most elite division-level troops of the entire Waffen-SS.

Moreover, this does not count the follow-up troops that the German army may continue to reinforce to Prokhorovka. Who knows if Huot and even Manstein will continue to raise more chips and continue to gamble when the situation is excellent. , in order to obtain a greater victory and further expand the results.

A simplified but high-intensity siege of Kiev, eating up all the remaining Soviet troops in Prokhorovka in one go. This is the perfect chess game Paul Hausser set for himself. Although it is extremely bold, it is There are more and more signs of success approaching.