Chapter 2420 Destruction in progress
"Open fire immediately! Kill these fascist thugs for me!"
Malashenko did not intend to reason with the German gunman, or the only reason he could talk to the German gunman was "TOS-1 will blow up your mother." ‘6’ ‘9’ ‘s’ ‘h’ ‘u’ ‘x’ ‘.’ ‘c’ ‘o’ ‘m’
At this point, Malashenko can no longer care too much. Malashenko has even forgotten and ignored the remains of the fallen soldiers.
For the sake of victory and those who are alive, Malashenko is convinced that he must do this. This is the only choice that benefits both of them at the moment. If the sacrificed soldiers knew all this, they would understand him, Marashenko Shenke was convinced of this and issued the order resolutely and decisively, leaving no room for doubt.
Comrade Division Commander's order is like a law of heaven that must be obeyed unconditionally on the battlefield. What's more, Comrade Division Commander's order is deeply recognized by any comrade who has learned about this situation. This is the most appropriate choice at the moment.
Boo hoo hoo hoo——
The Rocket Assault Battalion opened fire again, each TOS-1 launch box pointed toward the sky, spraying out an unlimited supply of violent fury, straight into the sky.
This is not a half-box salvo, but a rare, or the first full-box salvo since TOS-1 was put into actual combat. Any battle encountered in the past was not difficult enough to require TOS-1 to use full firepower. This is the first time since TOS-1 was officially delivered and entered service.
After a new round of small additions, the entire battalion already has 36 TOS-1 rocket assault tanks. Although it has not yet reached the level of Malashenko's ideal division fire support battalion, the theoretically required 42 tanks are fully equipped. Programming level, but the gap of only 6 cars is not bad at all.
One truck and one box. One box contains 16 310mm Andryusha heavy-duty rockets. When 36 vehicles fire a full salvo, 576 Andryusha rockets shoot straight into the sky. The time from launch to full ejection is only In less than ten seconds, a total of 576 Andryusha rockets weaved a rain of fire into the sky, roaring into the sky, heading straight towards the enemy who was not too far away.
Because the movement during the launch was so great that the launch site of the Rocket Assault Battalion was burned into a sea of fire by the flames ejected from the tail of the TOS-1 launch box. The earth is burning, the mud is boiling, dead branches and rotten grass blades turn into carbonized matter and fly into the air and are annihilated, just as those German soldiers shrouded in the rain of fire are about to meet such a fate.
"Launch completed! All firepower has been projected! Please prepare to take cover!"
At the last moment when all the rockets had roared out, but were still flying at subsonic speed in the sky, and there was still a short period of time before they finally landed and exploded, a message came from the commander of the Rocket Assault Battalion, the artillery commander who originally commanded ISU-152. The member's report suddenly sounded on the radio channel, echoing clearly and loudly in Malashenko's ears.
"Reload immediately! Use the fastest speed and be ready for the next wave of firepower projection at any time, hurry!"
"Yes, let's do it!"
There was no time to appreciate what a masterpiece his soaring anger would turn into. Knowing that the fighter plane was fleeting and he had to race against time, he followed Malashenko's order and immediately took action, putting down the radio. Without saying a word, the microphone pushed open the car body hatch, got out of the car, jumped down to the ground where the flames were spreading, and immediately let out a loud roar.
"Everyone get out of the car! Get ready to reload, quick!"
The German army on the high ground can be sure that there is no large-scale heavy artillery firepower group, and the range of those small-caliber mortars is limited and not enough to cover the current position. Therefore, the theoretically absolutely safe position of the Rocket Assault Battalion does not need to be transferred after launch, and Malashenko did not issue such an order. Immediate reloading is the only option at the moment.
A soldier whose name, like their battalion commander, was an artillery soldier rather than a tank soldier, jumped out of the car and ran on the scorching hot ground where the flames were raging. He didn't care about the rising temperature of the soles of his shoes, and just hurriedly called out to the soldiers. Stand by a little further away, and the supply convoy that is rushing in now is faster, faster, and rushes to reload the ammunition and be ready.
"Hurry up, this way! Bring the truck over first and get ready. The crane can wait a moment!"
"Two people go up and unlock the launch box and prepare to replace the ammunition rack. Quick!"
"Sokka, this thing is too hot, Bule! My hands are almost cooked, Bule!"
"Gloves, wear asbestos gloves! Put the gloves on and unlock the buckle. Don't touch the meat directly! If you don't want it to become a barbecue, be careful!"
Insulated asbestos gloves, which are difficult for ordinary tank soldiers to use, have become an immediate necessity. The launch box, which has been roasted by the waves of flames when it is launched, is hot enough to roast meat. It is impossible to touch it directly with your hands, even with your fingers. Just touching your head will instantly burn a whole piece of dead skin. There is no doubt that only the heat-insulating asbestos gloves specially designed for artillery can temporarily cope with it.
Although that can only play a temporary role that is better than nothing, it is still better than wearing nothing and touching it directly with your hands.
The soldiers standing on the chassis at the rear of the vehicle wore thick asbestos gloves to manually release the mechanical lock of the launch box that fixed the ammunition rack. The remaining soldiers desperately greeted the loading convoy that had arrived and offered help.
Some people climbed onto the ammunition transport truck to unfasten the secure packaging of the brand new fully loaded ammunition racks carried on the truck, remove the wooden seals, take out the lifting rings for hanging and prepare them, and pull the ammunition racks that had been moved directly above their heads. The hook hurriedly went up and was combined with the ring on the ammunition rack as quickly as possible.
Some people stood under the truck, very close to the nanny-type IS2 heavy tank modified repair trucks, raising their arms and making gestures with their palms towards themselves, commanding the operating position, which was set up in a semi-open air with only four irons. The boom operator, who has a canvas tent to protect him from the wind and rain, accurately aligns the hook directly above the truck box, and then lowers the hook to lift the entire ammunition rack that is ready in the box.
The driver of the IS2 repair truck who stuck his head out of the roof hatch also had to check the situation in time, obey the command and coordinate, and be ready to move the not-so-flexible IS2 chassis forward and deflect to the left and right to form the best lifting angle. For hoisting, try to reduce the delicate work that the boom operator needs to do, and save some trouble to speed up the progress.
A rack of ammunition filled with eight 310mm heavy rockets was lifted from the truck box. Artillery soldiers wearing tank caps were standing not far away, or adjusting the angle with their hands. Or he waved his hand to direct the huge and heavy ammunition rack to the launch box, and stuffed it into the loading box. The scene was so exciting and so busy that he was sweating.
And in that not-so-distant front-line battlefield, the sea of death that fell from 576 Andlyusa rockets had already arrived.
