Chapter 1340 A dead end

If the overwhelming rain of rockets has sounded the death knell for the German army, then the current entry of the main force led by Malashenko into the battlefield is equivalent to the last straw that completely crushes the German army.

People who have never experienced it personally will never understand the despair you will feel when the torrent of steel that seems to be overwhelming is coming towards you as an enemy.

The steel frenzy composed of T34 medium tanks is already terrifying enough in the eyes of the German army, but right now, on this white and desolate snowfield, a cluster of Soviet heavy tanks that are too numerous to count can simply destroy them. People are scared to piss!

This group of Germans who had been frightened had obviously never seen so many enemy heavy tanks gathering together and running wildly.

When ancient cavalry groups charge, you can feel the ground shaking. This is the frenzy of the triumphant attack of the flesh and blood cavalry in the old days.

Now, the ferocious momentum of the steel cavalry in the new era launching group charges is no less powerful than the flesh and blood cavalry of the old era, or even more so. The slight trembling of the ground has become an eternal past tense. What the German army can feel personally at the moment is the extreme shaking of the earth that carries with it his heart and soul!

"Tanks! Russian heavy tanks, they are coming! There are simply too many!!!"

"Damn! Where are our tanks? Where are our tanks? Focus your fire and kill them! Quick!"

"Are you crazy?! That's useless. Have you forgotten how those monsters of the Russians deflected the cannonballs just now? Those stupid and heavy tigers have no effect at all!"

Panic is an instinctive reaction of human beings when faced with extreme fear. There is nothing strange about it.

The German army conquered the entire Europe, and its steel tracks swept away all enemies along the way. Although it was an elite army and was victorious in every battle, it was by no means invincible or invincible.

German soldiers are also human beings. If they cannot feel the extreme fear originating from the depths of their hearts, it only means that the factors that induce this deep fear are not strong enough.

As long as the quantitative changes are accumulated enough to produce qualitative changes, the Germans who claim to be invincible will also feel fear, such as the Wehrmacht, which is now clearly in disarray.

Many of the Tiger Kings who were paralyzed on the spot were scarred and bursting with fire. Although they were not able to explode the ammunition for the time being, they did induce volatilization of oil and gas in the car, or directly ignited the fuel fire.

The fire was not so critical that it was hopeless, but it was still fierce enough. The hot tongues of flames penetrated the engine compartment cover and licked the dome of the car body and the back of the turret. The homogeneous steel armor originally painted with winter white camouflage was roasted into a black color, hot enough to sprinkle some oil on it and then fry the steak.

A King Tiger heavy tank is expensive to build, requires a lot of work, and is very precious. The German armored soldiers who regard their weapons as comrades have not thought about saving these very precious technical weapons. Many of the fires in Tiger King are still within the controllable range so far. Just take out the fire extinguisher and work for a few times and you will be done.

However, too many German armored soldiers who have just experienced the baptism of the "Doomsday Catastrophe" believe that they have run out of time. If you continue to stay in the burning tank, you may even be delayed in escaping. As long as your eyes are not blind, you can see the surging posture of those Russian heavy tank groups.

The German armored soldiers had no idea what a powerful opponent they were facing. At the moment, they only felt that they must have kicked an iron plate and stirred up a hornet's nest.

With the crazy desperate posture and fierce attack of the group of Russians in front of them, who can say that the group of Russians opposite are not an elite Guards tank army?

The answer is that no one dares to assert such an answer, and no one is willing to consider or analyze it carefully. There's not much time left to run for your life, who the hell cares about all this?

The King Tigers, whose legs were broken and fuel caught fire, were abandoning their vehicles one after another. The German infantrymen who were blown to pieces and barely alive but still soulless were in a daze. Under the officer's loudly yelling orders, they barely managed to escape. He picked up the guy at hand, found a bunker on the spot, entered the fighting position, and prepared to fight.

As for those King Tigers who still accounted for more than half of the group and were still mobile and able to fight, they also dragged their heavy and battle-scarred bodies and began to shake the turrets and aim at the targets that were already close at hand. The black muzzles were already loaded with weapons. The 88mm armor-piercing bullet with a custom-fitted hood in the barrel, regardless of whether this thing is effective or not, I can only give it a try!

Because, in such a desolate snowfield without any cover or obstacles, there is no cover or terrain to use, once the Russian mechanized armored group gets close to you, there is only one way to die!

The opponent occupies an absolutely superior force. Our own side originally had defensive positions that could be used, but chose to abandon them and go out to meet the enemy. There is no regret selling medicine in this world, and now it is too late to think about retreating and reorganizing the defense line.

Even for a chance of survival, these German troops, who had just been baptized by a wave of heavy artillery and rocket volleys, must do this. If they don't give it a try here, resist and repel the enemy's offensive, the only thing left is what can be expected. of two results.

Either go to the Russian prisoner-of-war camp to work as a coolie, dig potatoes, and eventually die and be buried as fertilizer for the next spring.

Or, he would be killed on the spot, and then soon become a physical stick in this endless cold winter.

You can only choose one of the two, and there is no other outcome. If you don't want to choose both, you can only fight with others and make a last-ditch effort that may be meaningless.

The truth is that simple.

"Lavery, organize the existing medium tanks and heavy tanks on your side to gather together and outflank them from the left wing! The 20th Guards Tank Brigade will be responsible for outflanking the right wing, speeding up and cutting off the retreat of these Germans. Help me to surround you!"

"Kurbalov and all the remaining combat troops are approaching me. We will run directly up the center! None of these German scum can escape today!"

"For victory, comrades! Hurrah!!!"

U-la——

Even if it is not an infantryman carrying a gun and charging on two legs, it is not a Cossack on horseback waving a saber in his hand.

However, shouting "Ula" on the radio channel every time when charging and attacking has become an invisible and tacit understanding of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, which is the case for everyone from the division commander on down.

And often, the occurrence of this situation also heralds a subsequent reality that often comes true.

The German guy on the opposite side will definitely be in bad luck next.