Chapter 1728 The Russians don’t take us too seriously

The hope that is within reach is shattered before your eyes, which generally only leads to two results.

The last desperate fight that inspires a stronger will to fight to the death, or the complete collapse of surrendering and accepting fate, are exactly the same as "survival or destruction, this is a question worth thinking about."

This time, the German army, who still had a strong desire to survive and was unwilling to accept it, or who was completely unaware of the nightmare and despair he faced, chose the former, which seemed to still have a lot of hope.

A part of the German armored forces was left to act as a rear-blocking force and began to output at full strength. Most of them were non-elite ordinary combat vehicles such as the Three Balds and the No. 4. They were also the bottom ring of the German armored forces that could be discarded. The main elites, composed of Black Panthers and King Tigers, were retreating at full speed under the cover of tail-cutting survival style.

"Hmm, courage is commendable, but stupid."

With a sneer on his face, Malashenko guessed that the Germans would mess with him like this, which he had never seen before. The armored forces of the Wehrmacht do not lack the courage to cut off their tails to survive, and these bastards are no worse than those bastard SS soldiers at this point.

The Il-2 attack fleet, which had exhausted its ammunition and consumed more than half of its fuel, had withdrawn at this moment, which meant that all the remaining battles had to be fought by Malashenko himself.

Malashenko didn't pay too much attention to the group of broken German cars in front of him that were left in the way. He just pressed the button of the radio transmitter in his hand and spoke normally again, adding additional orders.

"You two continue to act according to the original plan, Lavri and Kurbalov! Leave these Germans who are left to die to me. You just do what you should do, and I will personally send them on their way!"

Those German troops who were left responsible for blocking soon discovered that the subsequent development of the battle was not as they had imagined, and there was even an embarrassing situation where "the Russians did not take us too seriously."

Two massive groups of Soviet tanks weaved forward from the left and right sides, advancing wildly. The dust they raised was extremely violent and howling in the air like a sandstorm. It was simply called dust.

These two large Soviet tank groups directly ignored their own presence, bypassed from a greater distance, and went straight to the front of the retreating German army to intercept and kill them.

The German army even retreated in a hurry, let alone fully deploying its rear-end troops. In fact, the German army, which had just experienced a round of devastating air strikes, now seriously lacked coordination and organizational capabilities. Higher-level officers may still be able to issue orders, but lower-level officers who play the role of relaying orders may have long since become corpses or simply turned into barbecued meat.

The number of junior officers killed in action was so large that the superior officers responsible for command and dispatch desperately found that it was almost difficult for them to effectively direct the remaining troops to take unified actions. Even if there is radio communication between tanks, the entire channel is filled with desperate and chaotic screams, which are extremely harsh.

Being able to allocate part of the force to block the rear in the midst of a chaotic retreat is already the limit of what the remaining German troops can do under the current circumstances. Talking about anything more is sheer nonsense.

In other words, most armies in the world will be like this after suffering heavy losses in a very short period of time and a large number of grassroots officers being killed in battle. For a time, the transmission and execution of orders were seriously hindered, and the troops were like patients suffering from epilepsy, unable to control their bodies. Even the elite armored troops of the National Defense Force were no exception.

"Damn it! The goal of these Russians is not us. They are heading towards the main force. That is their real goal!"

"Shut up your stinky mouth and look at what the hell these things are in front of you!?"

If you think that the God of Death wielding a scythe in his left hand has ignored you, don't be too happy. It may just be that the short bone-cutting knife in the God of Death's right hand has not penetrated into your soul.

The Soviet armored troops attacking in groups on the left and right did ignore the German troops who were cutting off the rear and directly bypassed them. However, just when the German troops were thinking about whether to catch up and cause trouble, those who had previously entrenched themselves in the defensive positions in the village The steel monsters roared and roared past the position and rushed out of the village.

"Comrades, destroy the German fascists! For the motherland, Ulla!!!"

U-la——

This group of German soldiers who were still playing the role of attackers had forgotten the last time they saw a sea of ​​Russians at such a close distance crossing the trenches and launching a group charge.

But no matter when or where, the roar of "Ula" like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, is something that the surviving German soldiers who have personally experienced this terrible scene will never forget it.

Once this sound sounds, no matter how experienced the German veterans are in combat, they will immediately feel as if they are facing a powerful enemy, clenching their weapons, and tense up. It can even be said that whether the Russians want to fight you depends on this sound.

There were so many Russian tanks that roared and roared past the position and drove out of the village!

So much so that the stunned German soldiers were surprised to discover that the number of tanks used for direct defense on the position just now was not all. There were more Russian tanks hidden in the village that had not been discovered, just like This is the case for the Russian medium tanks rushing at the front at this moment.

"Fire! Let our tanks fire quickly and shoot down the Russian tractors! Fire quickly!!!"

When people are desperate, they will always grab the nearest life-saving straw. This is human nature.

But the German army, driven by instinct, forgot one very simple thing: these steel monsters that the main force just couldn't chew with all its strength would be replaced by you unlucky ones who were left to die. There is a fart different result.

Boom boom boom——

The German Chang 75 No. 4 tank and the three bald men finally opened fire. The movement was not big, and the muzzle flash sent armor-piercing projectiles straight out, rushing straight towards the target that was about to ride on the face, but this followed The result was even more despairing than doing nothing.

Ding-ding——

crackling——

call out--

Ricochet, ricochet, ricochet, ricochet, except that ricochet simply doesn’t penetrate when the kinetic energy is exhausted.

The German armored soldiers who were in deep despair felt so powerless at this moment: not only were the outdated tanks in their hands unable to deal with those huge, rough-skinned Russian steel behemoths, but they were even unable to deal with the fast racing, large and small tanks in front of them. Even the Russian medium tanks on our side can't deal with them.

Only taking beatings without fighting back has never been the style of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division.

While the forward medium tanks were charged and advancing furiously, the heavy tanks and self-propelled artillery in the rear that had just left the position had stabilized their bodies and aimed their black muzzles at the target again.