Chapter 1347 502 Elegy

The muzzle velocity of the Iron Fist armor-piercing projectile that flew straight down the mop-rod-like launch tube was not high, and its trajectory could even be distinguished with the naked eye.

The German machine gunner who was changing the ammunition chain heard the roaring sound of the wind, and his horrified eyes were immediately cast in the direction of the armor-piercing bomb.

But eyes cannot stop the murder weapon from moving forward. Everything that should come will eventually come, just as what is destined to happen will never change.

"It's over, everything is over"

The regrets in my heart did not turn into words and blurted out. This was not because of subjective unwillingness, but because the German group of machine gunners and deputy machine gunners really did not have time to do these things.

The Iron Fist's cone-shaped armor-piercing projectile, which is like a large weight, hits the target accurately and without any bias. The Iron Fist, which was originally designed to deal with armored targets, can still produce terrifying explosions and shock all directions even when dealing with ordinary targets. If you think that an armor-piercing projectile that condenses the metal jet into one direction point will not produce a terrifying explosion like a high-explosive projectile, you are completely wrong.

The violent roaring blast of flames swallowed up everything around it, and the damage trajectory of the armor-piercing projectile condensed into a hot metal jet directly penetrated the gun mantlet, tearing the chest of the German gunner who was squarely on the path of the ballistic advance.

The flames and shock waves set off bursts of dust, impacting everything around them. The fragments of human body limbs and frozen soil were carried up into the sky by the explosion shock wave.

The moment the explosion sounded, it was accompanied by a large amount of smoke and dust. No one knew what was hidden behind the fog. The truth could not be understood until the smoke dissipated.

The MG42 standing on the snowdrift had completely disappeared after the smoke and dust dissipated, leaving only a small snow hill with a small top cut off.

Also missing from the world were the two German machine gunners.

The German machine gunner team that had just been reloading their guns rapidly encountered complete destruction. The Panzerfaust rockets that were able to penetrate the main armor belt on the front of the T34 were by no means in vain.

There is no way of knowing how it feels to be wiped out by one's own weapons. The only thing left behind are traces of blood on the ground and large pieces of broken flesh from the impact. The metal jet destroyed everything in its trajectory the moment it formed. The flesh and blood of the two German machine gunners, the first and second officer, were simply not enough to withstand it all.

"Knock it out! The German machine gun is finished!"

The veteran of the combat engineer battalion who hit the target confirmed the result through the gradually dissipating smoke, and his excited and high-pitched roar instantly spread through the minds of the surrounding comrades.

"Well done! Grab your weapons and follow me, Ulla!!!"

It was the young company commander who ordered the veterans of the Combat Engineer Battalion to knock off the MG42. He was also the one who grabbed the Bobosha 41 next to him and shouted the charge slogan with his real arm.

Youth is not only derogatory in terms of lack of experience and stupidity, but also in a positive sense of passion and passion.

Youth is the most essential driving force for the endless stream of patriots!

Patriots with firm beliefs picked up the weapons in their hands and charged forward quickly. All kinds of automatic small arms fired violently, hitting the incoming enemies with fiery barrages.

The German army, which did not already have an advantage in close combat automatic firepower configuration, was now even more overwhelmed by the opponent's high morale.

There is definitely no shortage of brave men in elite teams like the German Wehrmacht, but brave men also need battlefield advantages that are equal to their courage, otherwise everything will be empty talk on this cruel battlefield.

The Red Army soldiers, who also lacked in bravery, swept the enemies to the ground one after another. The rout and failure of the German infantry seemed inevitable according to the current situation.

On the other side, the German heavy armored troops, known for their strong armor and sharp artillery, were still resisting desperately, trying to effectively fight back against these Russian steel behemoths that were rushing towards them.

Malashenko's No. 177 IS4 heavy tank command vehicle still rushed to the front of the team, continuing to advance wildly with dents and craters all over the main armor belt on the front of the tank. The German armored soldiers who had already missed once were watching. This scene happened but there was nothing I could do about it.

"Armor-piercing bullets! Keep loading, quick!"

"Are you crazy? That won't work on the Russian monster at all, don't be stupid!"

"Keep shooting and hit its tracks! We must stop it, quickly!"

The messy radio sounds filled the entire channel and spread everywhere. The German gunners, who either gave in or were dissatisfied, finally aimed at possible weaknesses and fired repeatedly under the orders of their respective commanders, but the final result was It is the same as it was a moment ago, basically the same.

Ding ding ding ding——

crackling——

"It can't be penetrated! We can't penetrate that Russian monster at all!"

"Führer! What the hell is this!?"

"Come again! Hit the base of its cannon, shoot again, hurry up!"

One of the ultimate creeds that soldiers abide by is to never give up until the last moment. On this point, the commanders of the German armored forces obviously sat down and did a good job.

The high-speed whistling armor-piercing bullets came out one after another, like a magnet that attracted most of the armor-piercing firepower to Malashenko's car, but it was still under the fierce bombardment of the extremely ferocious armor-piercing bullets. Peaceful, nothing unusual.

What was left to the German armored soldiers was the steel bodies covered with bomb craters and continuing to charge bravely.

The word despair applies to many situations, such as the current group of German armored soldiers.

When you know that all your efforts are in vain, powerful opponents are like rocks in the sea, standing firm and tenacious, but you yourself are just a small wave, unable to play a decisive role at all, and almost incompetent.

Out of the instinct of all carbon-based organisms living on this blue planet, surrendering seems to be the most appropriate decision when you try your best but still get nothing.

In his later years, Malashenko mentioned in his memoirs that the unit of the 502nd Heavy Armored Battalion of the Wehrmacht encountered in the Battle of Cherkasy was indeed quite tenacious in the battle.

They are not fanatical scum like the SS. They are a group of loyal soldiers who fulfill their duties to orders and perform honorably in battle. They are models of fighting spirit that many small countries' armies should learn from.

However, the crushing force of absolute strength forced this group of armored elites of the National Defense Forces to surrender. Malashenko mentioned in his memoirs that he was very happy that there were no fanatical Nazi scum among this group of people. They just stuck to the orders and fulfilled them. It was his sacred duty as a soldier, nothing more. He did not have to personally order the execution of the target, he only needed to send it to the prisoner of war camp at the rear.

And they had indeed completed their mission, fought to the last moment before there was no return, then raised their hands in surrender and left their cars.

"I must admit that I rarely encounter German opponents who deserve my respect. The 502nd Heavy Armored Battalion of the Wehrmacht is undoubtedly one of them."

Even though there was great hatred and irreconcilability between the United States and the Soviet Union, which were facing each other across the sea during the Cold War, the New York Times Magazine finally chose this comment from Malashenko as its cover slogan just once.