Chapter 2331 Give the German some medicine

Lavrinenko doesn't want to or doesn't have the time to talk to Malashenko about the cause-and-effect relationship.

Rather than figuring out the truth of the matter, the most important thing right now is to give priority to the fucking German stick. Lavrinenko's proposal was quickly recognized by Malashenko.

"You're right, let's wait until this battle is over!"

"I knew you would say that, ha"

Lavrinenko on the other end of the radio sounded in good spirits and with high morale, but he did not forget to ask Malashenko a question at the end.

"I think those fascists are dying. What do you want to do? Try to persuade them to surrender and get it over with quickly."

Generally speaking, when the battle reaches this point and there is no suspense about the outcome if the fight continues, Malashenko will usually choose to persuade the Germans to surrender, to see if he can make the Germans give up resistance on their own initiative, and hurry up. Finishing things quickly and delaying them any longer is a waste of time, a waste of life, a waste of everything. It makes no sense.

But this time the situation was a bit special. Lavrinenko knew that the battle in front of him was of extraordinary significance to Malashenko personally and to the entire leadership division. It was far from being considered an ordinary battle. To measure.

Lavrinenko's decision on what to do with these Germans doesn't matter. Only Malashenko's decision matters. That's why Lavrinenko made a casual comment after understanding the special meaning of this battle. ask.

As Lavrinenko expected, Malashenko on the other end of the radio responded decisively without any hesitation.

"Why bother asking? There is no need to persuade them to surrender, just kill them! Kill them until these Germans admit defeat and surrender. Don't stop if there is no sign of surrender from the Germans. Either surrender or die. These bastards are not here today. The third choice!”

The other end of the radio was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his words were already passionate and inspiring.

"I knew you were going to say that, and what you were waiting for was your words!"

"Then why are you hesitating? Lead the division and attack Fasis!"

Whether you want to live or die, at this moment, this is destined to be a matter that has nothing to do with Malashenko. It all depends on what the German will decide.

The troops led by Malashenko were already slightly larger than the total number of German troops facing the enemy. Especially in terms of the quality and quantity of technical equipment, they had an overwhelming double advantage, which was enough to crush the enemy.

Now that the main force of the division led by Lavrinenko is converging like this, the two torrents of steel converge with an unstoppable rolling momentum, and the vast sea of steel is like a flood that bursts the embankment. , rushing towards the remnants of the German tanks that had just been bombed.

The fierce air strikes of the IL-10 fleet caused considerable losses to the German armored forces.

Although the accuracy and power of close-range air strike support these days are relatively limited, especially without precision strike weapons, the effectiveness against heavily armored targets will be greatly reduced.

However, the German armored soldiers who were originally planning to set up a battle array and fight against Malashenko's troops still suffered a considerable impact.

More than ten tanks were either destroyed or beaten and set on fire. It was visible to the naked eye that the tanks were abandoned directly. Most of those who abandoned the tanks and escaped did not run a few steps before they were killed by the merciless Il-10 with a 23mm aircraft cannon. Miserable scenes of being reduced to mincemeat are everywhere.

What's even more terrible is that this unexpected air attack completely disrupted the original plan of the German armored forces. The defensive battle formation that had not yet been fully launched was completely disrupted by this wave of air attacks.

When one or two German tanks encountered an air attack, they all ran away. They stepped on the accelerator and tried every means to maneuver and evade, in an attempt to avoid the rain of death fire roaring down from the sky.

How effective this will be is anyone's guess, but the only thing that is certain is that the entire German armored formation is completely out of order. The nose of this car is facing west, the turret is facing east, and there is also a certain No. 4 who is not long-sighted. He even panicked and pointed the butt of the car in the direction of Malashenko's attack, ignoring his head and tail. There is really no trace of it at all. The way troops should be deployed.

They suffered heavy losses, suffered a blow to their morale, were severely disadvantaged in terms of strength and technical equipment compared to the enemy and our own, and the formation was completely thrown into disarray by a wave of air strikes, like chasing ducks.

No matter how elite the 502nd Battalion is, no matter how capable it is of fighting, no matter how outstanding and unrivaled its achievements in history are,

This cruel armored confrontation was not in the existing historical timeline. The final result was actually destined at the moment the Soviet army launched the final general offensive.

"The Russians are coming! They are rushing up again, coming towards us!"

"Damn it! These Russians are crazy, they want us dead! Fight them!"

"Change course, load armor-piercing ammunition, and prepare for battle!"

From the commander's periscope, he could clearly see that the remaining German tanks not only refused to surrender, but dared to continue to attack and resist our troops. Malashenko, who was very happy to see this "death-seeking" scene, just smiled knowingly. His mouth almost reached to his ears.

Looking at the German tanks that were like frightened rabbits, one by one, they all pointed the direction of the car body and the turret, and they were all pointing towards the direction of the attack of the leader division, which was coming all the way.

Malashenko, who had quietly arranged everything, just quietly rang the radio transmitter he had been holding in his hand and spoke again.

"Kurbalov, give the Germans some medicine! Use the strongest medicine. Their attention will be all on our side."

"Got it, I've prepared it a long time ago! I'm sure it will make these fascists happy to the heavens!"

In the direction of the village, which the German armored troops were completely unaware of, Kulbalov's troops had already solved most of the fighting in the village and were clearing out the remnants of the enemy house by house in every nook and cranny. As he said on the radio, they had already done the job. Prepared.

The is7 and is6 heavy tanks, which stormed all the way along the main road in the village and penetrated the entire village's defense line, moved out of the way and retreated to both sides of the road to "make way for their big brother."

The is2 heavy tank chassis carried the armored beast with a heavy and huge launch box. It roared and sprayed black exhaust smoke all the way to a position very close to the exit of the village. On both sides of the road, there were all the mechanized infantry, combat engineers, and tank soldiers watching the excitement. Under their watchful eyes, he drove the hydraulic connecting rod, and then the huge square launch box rose high and pointed diagonally at the sky.

"Strongly loaded ammunition, fire the whole box! Each crew confirms the strike coordinates!"

"Coordinates confirmed! Prepare for launch!"

"Send them to hell! Open fire!!!"