Chapter 1399 Hurry! immediately! ! fire! ! !

The German follow-up support troops came as suddenly as their first wave of offensive troops came as hard and fast.

As usual, the Panthers are in front, assault guns are accompanying them, and there are also a large number of half-track armored vehicles mixed in. They are just like a powerful German mechanized battle group. However, what is different from the last time is that this time the German support troops are also filled with more powerful "armored treasures", such as the huge and heavy-footed Tiger II heavy tank: "King Tiger".

"It's troublesome, it's really troublesome now! Why did the reinforcements from these German guys come so fast!?"

Varosha was a little panicked when he saw such a scene through the telescope. No, to be precise, he was really panicked!

The bloody battle of fighting each other on the battlefield has not yet decided the winner. Not only the battle between infantry is still going on, but more importantly, the close combat between tanks has not come to an end.

Our Comrade Lao Ma, the Major General Commander of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, is still personally leading his most powerful heavy tank unit, fighting against those German black men who are so fast that the heavy tanks cannot keep up. Leopard, let's play face to face and go around in circles.

Varosha, who looked back at the tank battle from time to time, could see clearly that his own heavy tanks did have a clear advantage visible to the naked eye. With their strong armor and sharp guns, they were able to overwhelm the Germans in close combat. The medium tank can make up for some shortcomings in mobility when working together.

Although some heavy tanks have been destroyed by German medium tanks and turned into wreckage, in general it is not a big problem. As long as you persist a little longer, it is only a matter of time to completely kill these German Panthers.

However, the problem lies precisely here

On the fierce and cruel battlefield, everyone is racing against time and time. Malashenko needs time to get rid of the dog-skin plaster that is stuck on his body, and the Germans need the precious time that they have bought with this huge sacrifice. , rushed to the battlefield with all his strength, and completely ended this bloody meat grinder battle.

Varosha is not a professional tank soldier, but he is in the most elite division-level tank unit of the entire Red Army. In short, he is the kind of person who "has never eaten pork and has seen pigs run away." Even if you don't understand the actual performance and tactical arrangement of tanks, you can still make a very clear judgment on the current situation based on past combat experience.

Once these German reinforcements rush into position, they will rely on those "precious" huge King Tiger heavy tanks and assault guns to get close and direct bombardment.

Not only will your own infantry be in disaster, but the heavy tank troops led by Comrade Division Commander will also be pushed to the edge of the precipice of life and death. They will never be able to withstand another wave of powerful armored enemies without destroying the close enemies. A two-line pincer attack.

Now, the newly reinforced German mechanized battle groups are less than three kilometers away from the front-line position where Varosha is located. It doesn't take more than a cigarette to get them in front of them, and they are almost here. Infantry without any decent anti-tank weapons could do nothing.

At this moment, Varosha wished he could immediately call his division commander to report the situation. Fortunately, Malashenko, who was busy directing the battle, was not blind.

The moment he turned the commander's periscope in his hand to observe the situation in the corner of the battlefield, Malashenko saw at a glance a large group of black Germans rushing towards him at high speed. I couldn't see the exact number, let alone take a closer look, so I just went against the black formation and determined the number was just a little more.

Are we, Comrade Ma, the kind of person who just sits back and waits to be killed?

Obviously not.

Malashenko, who realized that the Germans were really trying to give him eye drops, was completely angry. These Germans, who had not even fully understood the specific situation of the enemy, mobilized such a large force without saying a word. The troops came over to fuck you. If your mother didn't give you a slap in the face, you wouldn't know what your last name was?

Do you want to die? Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated, are you afraid that you will miss a good mother's fetus if you are too late?

Okay, buddy, I’ll make it happen for you!

"Comrade political commissar, can you hear me? I am Malashenko!"

Malashenko grabbed the radio transmitter at hand without any hesitation and blurted out after having adjusted the channel in advance.

"I can hear it, the signal is very clear, go on."

Comrade political commissar who is sitting behind the position in place of Malashenko's command has returned to his post. If you want to let this old Red Army and party member continue to lie there when the gunfire sounds, it is obvious. Not realistic.

Malashenko, who knew Comrade Political Commissar's habit, had no unnecessary nonsense or blame. After all, he really needed Comrade Political Commissar, a backbone like him, to be his back-up. The follow-up words he had already prepared were immediately spoken without thinking.

"Highland 239 of the Electrical Union, tell them to fire immediately! Fire towards the horizontal section one kilometer to two kilometers in front of the position! Cover a width of two kilometers horizontally! Concentrate all the artillery fire on this section and bombard me with all your might. I did not let it stop. Don’t stop before that!”

The political commissar comrade who had already moved the division headquarters into the civil engineering works was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He held the radio transmitter in his hand, raised the telescope in his hand, and looked for two seconds in a distant direction, needless to say, like As he was thinking about something, he immediately spoke out the final confirmation words.

"Are you sure you want to do this? This is a dangerous range artillery strike. The error is less than one kilometer, and it is still close to the limit range. If the shells fall on our own heads, there will be a big problem."

The artillery position on Highland 239 is close to 20 kilometers in a straight line from the position Malashenko is currently holding on the war zone map. Comrade Political Commissar's concerns are not unreasonable.

If you only rely on reporting the coordinates of the artillery strike, no one can guarantee that none of the artillery shells will miss. Moreover, this is a volley of artillery fire and a roar of barrages. It would be fun if you accidentally hit one of your own. Big.

"Don't worry about that! Tell them to fire immediately, there is no time to waste! Quick! Immediately!! Fire!!!"

Malashenko shouted louder and louder, almost tearing up his throat. Knowing that there was no need to say any more, Comrade Political Commissar immediately put down the radio transmitter in his hand and turned to the correspondent who was not far away and close at hand. Walk quickly.

"Contact Highland No. 239 and fire immediately according to the planned bombardment plan on No. 2! The bombardment coordinates must be calibrated correctly. Again, fire immediately!"