Chapter 1116 Blood Battlefield (Part 1)

"Lavery! Bring a few vehicles and go over to support the 9th Guards Airborne Division. Quick! Leave it to me here!"

Although Malashenko himself very much did not want to issue such an order, when the frontal defense pressure is so great, if he deploys troops to support the flank positions, he will inevitably face an even worse situation.

But now there is no other way. What Malashenko faces is to watch the flank position being penetrated by the Germans and do nothing. Or send support there, and then endure greater pressure and a more dangerous situation on the frontal defense line.

The former can be said to be a sure-win, lose-all choice.

It is easy to understand why a thousand-mile embankment was destroyed by an ant nest. The relationship between the flanking position and the frontal position is equivalent to the death of lips and teeth.

If the Germans on the flanks are allowed to act recklessly and ignore them, Malashenko will face the foreseeable situation of being attacked from both front and back, and he will face it soon.

With a military disadvantage, if Malashenko divides his forces again, he is likely to face the final result of being unable to defend both the front and the sides.

But now there is no other way. There may still be a chance to divide the troops to help defend the flank positions. If you don't divide the troops and ignore it, you will definitely die. Malashenko can give such an order. This is also a situation where there is no other way. It's a really helpless move.

After receiving Malashenko's order, Lavrinenko immediately took action. A company belonging to the Second Tank Battalion led three SU152 self-propelled howitzers and killed them directly, heading towards the gap in the position that could be overrun by the SS at any time. As they swarmed in, a fierce and intense close-armor battle was inevitable.

As soon as Lavrinenko left with a company of heavy tanks, the deterioration of the situation immediately appeared in front of Malashenko.

The frontal SS offensive troops, who were still blind, clearly saw the heavy tanks heading towards the flanks for support.

It's like taking advantage of your illness to kill you. Seeing that the Russian enemy in front of them was almost unable to hold on, the SS soldiers felt like they had been given a shot of blood. The SS infantry, which was still crawling on the ground and suppressed by fire, began to move forward again. Number Four and the Black Panther, whose heads were beaten all over the ground, were also ready to move forward again.

To make matters worse, Malashenko even saw through his commander's periscope that the Tigers who were originally behind the SS offensive column and responsible for long-range fire support had now climbed over the mound, carrying a large number of them. The gang didn't know the exact number of infantrymen who began to rush towards the position.

"Damn, these bastards are going to get real!"

Having fought against the Guards Flag Division many times and knowing his opponent's tactics well, Malashenko made an instant judgment based on past experience and combat examples. The Guards Standard Division, which has directly thrown its long-range support firepower into the battle, is determined to risk its life and make a final sprint. The last time Scrap Tienan joined the battle at the last moment was a similar situation now.

He has been using the inter-vehicle radio to keep in touch with the surrounding crews. Malashenko is very clear at the moment that there are not many tanks left around him. After Lavrinenko takes the people away, at most there will be only Less than twenty tanks remained on the front line. At first glance, it seemed like a lot, but the actual situation was far from optimistic.

If these SS fanatics really intend to risk their lives, Malashenko, who has seen how crazy his opponents are, is really not sure he can resist them. If the Wehrmacht's attack could be described as a strong wind, then this group of SS soldiers who fought bravely, fiercely, and even more desperately were like super tornadoes. Blocking these lunatics was definitely not an easy task.

"Keep firing, use all the armor-piercing bullets, and knock out all the moving German tanks! Don't give up, comrades, we will fight these fascist bastards! Hurrah!"

The shouts that usually boost morale are a bit tragic now.

If a reconnaissance plane could fly over the battlefield at this moment, it would be possible to see at a glance that the battlefield below is almost one-sided.

The black iron flow acting as the attacker crazily hits the target position like a tidal wave. Even if the duckweed-like defender uses all its firepower and special skills, it still cannot stop this mighty black iron flow. The stream continues to move forward.

The German tanks were advancing, the SS Panzergrenadiers were shouting, and the dark black iron flow swept in with an unstoppable force.

Kirill, who didn't know how many shells he had loaded, was holding on to the propellant cartridge that had just been carried into the turret and was dressed in rough clothes.

The high-intensity physical labor made Kirill, who already had an old injury on his lungs, feel like he was about to be suffocated to death. No matter how hard he tried to breathe, he could only get a very limited amount of oxygen, and his face turned red as if he was ripe. The dead apple is even worse.

But Kirill, who knew what he should do now, did not give up. He just hugged the propellant cartridge in front of him with both hands and took a breather for four or five seconds.

After he was convinced that he felt a little better, he used his arms again, gritted his teeth, raised the propellant barrel, which was almost unbearable, and put it on the tail of the gun. He pushed forward with his right hand and sent it in instantly. The familiar shout sounded almost at the same time as the sound of the breech closing.

"Armor-piercing bullets are good!"

"Go to hell, Nacui!"

boom--

The huge muzzle blast carried the astonishing flames and shook the grassland under the muzzle brake. The IS6 heavy tank with a total combat weight of more than 50 tons shuddered under the huge recoil. The 122mm full-caliber hooded armor-piercing projectile was instantly brought out. With a dull and sharp whistling sound through the air, it rushed out of the muzzle and headed straight for the target.

A Panther tank, which had almost rolled its guide wheels and tracks to the edge of the position, was hit by Iushkin's cannon at such a close range that it didn't even require precise aiming. The armor on the front of the tank was completely smashed. Reality.

The upper inclination of the car body and the double blessing of the terrain inclination still cannot stop the heirloom 122 caliber from forcibly crushing and turning the car.

The armor-piercing projectile without a miracle ricochet tore through the rolled homogeneous steel armor defense and penetrated directly into the vehicle body from the center point of the front projection area.

In that moment when time almost stood still, the driver, who was wide-eyed and attentive, and the electromechanical officer on the passenger seat who was turning to report the situation to the commander, had no chance to react to the impending death.

The projectile under the action of the armor-piercing delay fuse instantly detonated in the center of the vehicle body, detonating the charge. The Panther's head, under the action of the German aerospace industry, once again exploded without any surprise under the strong impact of the ammunition explosion. Rise vertically into the sky and launch outward.

The real brutal fighting is far from over yet

It would be better to say that after this powerful and powerful ammunition explosion, everything has really just begun.