Chapter 1670 Red Iron Flow

Army Group Center is the strongest and best-equipped large-scale field group force among the German field forces. It is the strongest ace force of the German Army and is like the pillar of the German Army.

And now, under the hour-long fierce bombardment of the Third Belarusian Front's field artillery group, the Army Group Center, which was blown to pieces in the blazing storm, was like a rat in a bellows - suffering from both ends.

When the Russian shells rained down, no part of the entire position was safe.

The trenches were flattened by rocket barrages, and the artillery-proof holes reinforced with civil fortifications were nothing compared to the 152 heavy artillery.

The German soldiers who were blown to pieces on the spot with their bones flying were lucky. At least they did not have to continue to suffer before death. For them, the pain was just a blink of an eye.

For those German soldiers who were buried in bomb-proof shell holes, the most terrifying thing was the suffocation that was worse than death, and the boundless darkness and despair of knowing that they were going to die but being unable to do anything.

The German soldiers who were buried alive in the collapsed bomb-proof cave were still very conscious. They knew that if they did not quickly remove the landslide that was pressing on them, their remaining lives would basically only be counted in seconds.

But no matter how hard these German soldiers tried to do something, the landslide buried on them still seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not move at all. They can only feel that their chests are getting more and more stuffy, their oxygen is decreasing sharply, but they can't even make a small movement, let alone no one will come to save them at the last moment of impending doom.

Why despair? What is fear?

This is a mixture of despair and fear like an endless abyss, which is enough to tear the soul of a originally determined person to pieces in an instant, causing him to cry for his father and mother.

Malashenko, who insisted on his position as commander and commanded the troops to launch the first round of charge, could not care about this. If he knew that many German soldiers were buried alive in the collapsed anti-gun holes, he might have to shout loudly and give him a favor. The artillery comrades in the rear clapped their hands and cheered.

Now, the only thing Malashenko wants to do is to crush all the fascists in front of him who dare to block his way.

"I can't see the target, what should I hit? The position has been blown into rat holes in the field, and there are craters everywhere! I can't even find a German machine gun position. Can you guide me to the target?"

Malashenko's division-level command vehicle is still the IS4 heavy tank, which is strong, heavy, reliable, but slightly unsatisfactory in speed, with turret number 177.

Although the new IS6M heavy tank has undergone considerable upgrades, it is only 5 tons heavier than the IS4 and not much faster. The performance in omnidirectional protection is not necessarily much better than that of IS4. At least the "impersonal" frontal protection of IS4 is absolutely reliable and much thicker than IS6.

Malashenko, who has long been accustomed to the stable and reliable IS4, did not choose to change cars immediately after getting started. The main reason is that the performance improvement of the IS6M is quite limited compared to the IS4, and some attributes are even inferior.

Hold on for a while and just switch to IS7 when the time comes. Malashenko's idea is that simple.

At this moment, Iushkin, who could not find any valuable targets in the newly added gunner's wide-angle periscope, was asking Comrade Malashenko, the commander of the vehicle, for assistance and guidance, hoping that the horse would sit higher and have a better view. Rashenko can see things he cannot.

"No high-value targets were found. They fired with coaxial machine guns. There were stupid German infantrymen on the position."

It's not that Malashenko doesn't give Iushkin a target, it's just that Comrade Lao Ma can't find anything worthy of firing the 122 main gun. The German position in front of him was blown up like the surface of the moon. What's even more brutal is that the Red Army's artillery fire is still extending into the depth of the German position, constantly roaring over Malashenko's head and flying into the distance.

"These artillerymen are going to completely erase all traces of the Germans' physical existence from the face of the earth, right?"

Malashenko, who could still clearly hear the whistling of artillery shells outside the car, shook his head and complained. After receiving the order, Iushkin had already stepped on the pedal and fired with a coaxial machine gun.

Dong dong dong——

The Deshka heavy machine gun, affectionately called the "Big Bear" by some Red Army soldiers, has a very distinctive and dull sound like a drum.

The rate of fire of this 7mm heavy machine gun is not very fast, but as long as one of its large-caliber projectiles hits a flesh and blood body, what follows will be bloody pain of direct tearing and severing of the flesh.

Many of the German soldiers who were holding broken guns in their hands and staggered by the bombing had not fully recovered. The earth-shaking and mountain-shaking shelling that lasted for an hour had long since drained the souls of these meager survivors. Gone, it seems like only this empty shell of flesh remains like a walking zombie.

Some of the German soldiers who had not yet had time to enter combat mode and were wandering around the position with empty eyes were knocked to the ground in an instant under the attack of the coaxial and roof-mounted machine guns of the Red Army heavy tanks. There were many people missing arms and legs, and there were more than one or two people wailing like slaughtering pigs. Bloody stumps and severed limbs and bones wrapped in large pieces of meat were scattered everywhere on the battlefield.

Those German soldiers who reacted a little faster and escaped death again had to face the even more terrifying abyss fear amid the wails and screams of their comrades.

Those Russian steel monsters, which were like ferocious beasts from hell, were already spraying thick black smoke, driving the ground under their tracks to tremble and roar as they charged towards them.

"Fight, everyone joins the fight immediately! No cowardice, no retreat! Defeat the Russian charge, quickly!"

The roar of the grassroots officers to stabilize morale sounded at this time, but what the remaining German soldiers who heard this sound would feel in their hearts was a completely different matter.

Bang bang bang——

Bahba——

Da da da--

Gunfire began to ring out on the German position. The sounds of rifles and submachine guns were the first to sound and join the battle, followed closely by the machine gun teams that also survived the shelling.

boom--

In the end, even the anti-tank guns that had been successfully pulled out from the half-buried soil began to fire. Malashenko, who had already led the charge to the last two hundred meters, was waiting for this moment.

"Each crew slowed down and let the infantry dismount! The machine gun fire suppressed the German machine guns, and the main gun gave me priority to kill those German cannons! Target the anti-tank gun position as the highest priority target and open fire!!!"