Chapter 1253 Attack the enemy!

After taking the last puff of cigarette, Iushkin threw the cigarette butt in the snow at his feet. The unburned tobacco burned the snow and made a hissing sound. Iwu's mouth was filled with fairy spirit. Shijin had already heard the sound of familiar footsteps.

"Get ready to fight, Seryosha, our comrade commander is here."

Malashenko, who entrusted the division with full authority to the command of Commissar Petrov, came to the station. Here are neatly parked all the steel behemoths that will later be involved in brutal frontal battles, including the ISU-152 self-propelled howitzer and the powerful IS6 heavy Tanks are all available.

When the first ray of dawn shines on the frozen land, the dormant winter beasts will wake up again and bring endless fear and death to their enemies.

Iushkin and Seryosha were already waiting at attention beside the tank. After carrying the last shell and slipping out of the vehicle, Artyom was the last one to stand next to Iushkin and walked to the horse in front of the three of them. Rashenko took a deep breath and turned his attention first to Iushkin.

"What should the gunner do between battles, supply maintenance, and when artillery shells need to be transported?"

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Iushkin, who stood at attention, was a little surprised, but he did not speak or show it.

Iushkin vaguely guessed what Malashenko meant, but this time he chose silence as never before.

"Answer me! Captain Iushkin!"

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Iushkin knew that he couldn't bear it any longer. Whether he wanted to or not, now was the time to say something.

"Report to Comrade Division Commander! The gunner's duty is to assist the loader in completing the transportation work between battles, supply maintenance, and when it is necessary to transport artillery shells. Answer completed!"

"Very good, correct answer."

Malashenko nodded, but there was no smile or ease at all.

"Then why are you indifferent, squatting in the snow and smoking, watching Artem working alone?"

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Iushkin couldn't answer. He looked down on the new loader and was always brooding and dissatisfied with Malashenko's transfer of Kirill. He just kept being angry and took all his anger out on the new Artyom, preferring to watch him work alone rather than go and help.

Malashenko, who knew this well, really didn’t know what to say about Iushkin. Malashenko understood that the relationship between Iushkin and Kirill was extraordinary, and Seryosha and his The relationship is not as good as having Kirill.

But Iushkin’s stubborn temper of putting personal emotions above objective reality really made Malashenko angry.

Even though Iushkin knew very well that Kirill was no longer suitable to be a loader, he still couldn't get around this obstacle in his heart. He just kept secretly getting angry and playing tricks. Malashenko really wanted to point his nose and curse. "Damn it, even the ladies are not as mother-in-law as you"!

After thinking about it, complaining about it, complaining about it, being angry about not fighting, Malashenko finally understood Iushkin.

At the same young and energetic age, Malashenko understood what Iushkin was thinking.

"If you have any grievances or what you want to say, let me tell you. Don't vent your dissatisfaction on Artyom. When I was with you, I was still the same person I was before. I am your vehicle commander, not a division commander or a major general. There are no generational gaps or barriers, even for Artyom, it’s just like before.”

Malashenko, who tried to soften his tone as much as possible, patiently said these words to Iushkin. Malashenko believed that Iushkin was not the kind of stubborn person who seemed careless on the surface, but in fact He is the most affectionate person in society, but it just takes some time to get used to it.

"Everyone get on board and prepare to fight!"

Malashenko, who was once in a desperate situation, had longed for that incomparably beautiful sound many times. It was a earth-shaking, landslide-like sound that sounded like the end of the world, representing this moment. The most powerful field artillery group on the planet, once this power is released, it will be equivalent to destruction, and there is no second possibility.

This long-awaited familiar sound finally sounded on time at the appointed time, and the Red Army artillery positions shrouded in darkness began to unleash their fury toward the predetermined strike coordinates.

Front troops, group armies, corps, divisions, and all independent rocket and artillery units united together, and the earth-shattering, apocalyptic roar of the artillery group resounded throughout the earth. The devastating pain that the Germans least wanted to endure happened again after a long time. befell them.

The rain of large-caliber heavy artillery projectiles can create a big crater in the entire position with each round. The loud noise of a 203mm artillery can even trigger a considerable local earthquake. However, even this is still not the case. The most terrifying existence.

The dense rain of rockets in the tsunami was more powerful than large-caliber heavy artillery. The Katyusha rocket launcher, called the "Stalin Organ" by German soldiers, unleashed a surge of firepower that doubled the firepower of an artillery unit of the same size.

The dense rain of rockets came and went quickly, but the German positions that were washed into a mess, like the surface of the moon, were still suffering. The Red Army field artillery units that vowed to let the enemy taste destruction were far from arriving. When to stop.

Standing on the turret, Malashenko held a telescope and admired this rare scenery. It is true that there is no sun in the sky to illuminate this dark world, but it is also because of this that the flame of justice can shine in the darkness. The gushing ground is even more dazzling.

The German positions that were shelled and caused fires ignited huge fires and released billowing smoke. The bright and dazzling firelight could even illuminate most of the night sky in the distance. I guessed that it might be the German frontline fuel depot or some ammunition piled up. Malashenko, who was given a shot, smiled so happily.

"Keep burning, you bastards! The harder the burning, the less fear you will have to endure later. It will be good for you to die quickly."

The intensive artillery fire preparations, with loud noises reaching into the sky and rising flames lighting up the night sky, lasted for a full hour, no more, no less.

When the last artillery shell arrived as scheduled and exploded on the ground, the dawn of dawn also rose from the horizon and illuminated the frozen land as promised. Marathon could not wait to crush the group of German sticks opposite him into crumbs. Ke held the microphone in his hand and blurted out a loud roar in an instant.

"The 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division, attack the enemy!"

The steel was roaring and the diesel engines roared. Heavy tanks loaded with assault infantry jumped out of the starting position, stepped on the accelerator and rushed straight towards the shattered position.

The swaying, bombed and limp like rubber figures of the German soldiers walked out of the shell-proof hole and returned to their shattered positions amidst the officers' scolding orders. However, as far as the eye could see, everything was covered with debris under the rising sun. The shadow of destruction and death.