Chapter 1707 Balala Little Demon Fairy?

The ferocious and ruthless 122 Heirloom bombardment shattered the last remaining hope in the hearts of the Germans. The original idea of ​​​​escaping to the village to temporarily escape the disaster became unrealistic at this moment.

They could escape for a while but not forever. Even if they evacuated to the village, they would still face a second wave of brutal and ruthless attacks by the Russians. No one would be stupid enough to think that the Russians would suddenly stop in such a good situation.

Looking at the black mass of Russian heavy tanks with countless numbers, this group of Wehrmacht troops who saw no hope of continuing to fight surrendered, just as many German troops had done since the launch of Operation Bagration.

"These fascist pigs are surrendering now? I have to punish them!"

For Kurbalov, who was furious and suffered "surprises", his personal vendetta has only just begun to liquidate his personal vendetta.

But just when Kulbalov, who was carrying a compact AK for self-defense for tank soldiers, had just gotten out of the car and jumped down from the turret to go and engage in all-out martial arts in person, a group of people came running quickly not far behind him. The figure stopped him.

"Comrade regiment leader, comrade division commander asked us to report the situation immediately. The main force of the division will be here soon!"

"What!? Coming soon??? This is too fast, are you not mistaken?"

Kulbalov looked surprised and unbelievable, while the communications staff nodded immediately without thinking and gave an affirmative answer.

"It's not wrong, comrade commander. Comrade division commander told me personally on the radio. How should we reply?"

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Sometimes things are so outrageous that you find it unbelievable. Kulbalov never expected that Malashenko would arrive so quickly. He basically arrived just on the heels of the Germans' surrender. This made Kulbalov, who had not yet had time to think about how to explain the mess in front of his comrade to the division commander, instantly became a little embarrassed.

"Forget it, I'll take full responsibility for whatever you say. You can't escape anyway. You have to face it after all."

Although he had made up his mind to do so, when Kulbalov really faced Malashenko. The stern look on Comrade Commander's face still made Kulbalov, who thought he was well prepared, momentarily look stunned.

"It seems like a big loss. Tell me why."

There were no simple greetings or standard opening remarks between superiors and subordinates. Malashenko's straight to the point caught Kulbalov off guard. Kulbalov, whose mind was blank after thinking about it, could only do Tell the truth, one by one.

"The Germans have invested in new weapons, Comrade Division Commander, and there are more than one type. As the regiment commander, I did not anticipate the occurrence of this unexpected situation, nor did I prepare the troops and act cautiously. This is a dereliction of duty on my part. , resulting in avoidable casualties to the troops.”

"I am willing to take all responsibility for this, Comrade Division Commander. It was my mistake that cost more soldiers their lives and caused the motherland to suffer greater losses. This is all my fault."

Malashenko already had a premonition of something bad happening on the way here.

I was unable to contact Kurbalov himself for the past half day while taking radio calls. The communications staff officer of the regiment who answered the call directly said to me, "Comrade the regiment leader is leading the team to direct the battle, and we are currently in a fierce battle."

Being able to drag Kulbalov into a battle where he had no time to answer his radio, Malashenko felt a little bit in his heart and felt that something might be very bad.

Otherwise, Malashenko might not have ordered the main force of the entire division to rush over at maximum speed, which would have caused the troops to be so disjointed from front to back that they might still be hurrying along half way. With.

Malashenko originally guessed that this new weapon might be some unknown broken vehicle. Malashenko knew that the upgrading speed of the German armored forces had been greatly accelerated and exceeded the existing historical scope.

But judging from the current situation, Malashenko glanced around and only found the remains of No. 3, No. 4 and the Black Panther on the battlefield ruins outside the village. This was simply a second-rate mixed team. No-name German armored forces, who the hell would use a first-class German armored force like the Type 3, which even the T3476 can't do it? Malashenko even forgot the last time he saw No. 3.

Since there are no new armored vehicles on the battlefield, what on earth could make his top general suffer such a big loss?

Malashenko did not respond directly to Kulbalov's "confession and punishment", but instead steered the topic to something that was really important and interested him.

"What kind of new weapon caused it? Where are the seized items?"

Malashenko had no intention of beating around the bush and kept it straight to the point. Seeing this, Kulbalov stopped talking nonsense.

"It's over there, not far from here. Please come with me, Comrade Commander."

The thing that caused a lot of accidental casualties to our own side was not a big item. There were quite a lot of these German individual weapons, and they could be seen everywhere in the battle just now. This was true no matter which one, led by Kurbalov After following Malashenko to the position, he quickly found the nearest one.

"This thing, Comrade Division Commander, is the thing that destroyed our tank in the battle just now. It can destroy the T43 head-on and penetrate the front main armor belt on the turret and the front of the car body, but fortunately it can't do anything to our IS6 heavy-duty tank. The tank, neither the front nor the sides, can withstand the attacks of this thing very well after adding the new armor upgrade kit.”

Kulbalov, who was handling a strange thing for the first time, introduced the situation of the battle to Malashenko while carefully looking at the thick iron pipe in his hand, which was estimated to weigh about ten kilograms.

In terms of weight alone, it is really not light, far superior to ordinary firearms and even the familiar Iron Fist. At this point, Kulbalov has finally figured out why the German infantrymen who just operated this thing seemed to be having a hard time. .

Carrying a large iron pipe weighing ten kilograms on the shoulders requires maintaining balance and aiming without exerting any effort. It is estimated that only those circus clowns who have specially practiced can do it.

"This looks a bit like those Balalaka rocket launchers that the Americans supported us. Comrade Division Commander, they are all carried on an iron pipe on the shoulders. Could it be the same type of weapon?"

Looking at the thing held by Kulbalov in front of him, his right eyelid couldn't help but twitch twice. Of course, Malashenko knew what this familiar thing in front of him was, but he felt a little obsessive-compulsive disorder. It seemed that Kurbalov had to correct his mistakes first.

"That thing is called Bazooka! Also Balalaka, why don't you call it Balalala Little Demon Fairy?"