Chapter 2469

"Go on! Load high-explosive bombs and aim at the trench in front. There are at least a dozen Germans running around inside. Give that place a shot!"

"Yes, reload high-explosive bombs!"

"Aimed!"

"Good high-explosive bombs!"

"Fire!"

boom--

The majestic body weighing 70 tons trembled and trembled backwards in the back of the huge shelling. The huge projectiles ejected from the flames carried extremely strong kinetic energy and hit the target in the blink of an eye. It hit the edge of the trench wall with a loud bang.

The rapidly spreading explosion impact, the instantaneous flames, and the huge amount of high-temperature fragments shooting out like a sudden rain were mixed together. In an instant, they gathered in the entire trench to form a rampaging fire dragon, dancing wildly.

As it advanced forward and backward, it devoured everything it encountered along the way. No flesh, flesh or weapons were spared. They all became the food for this violent fire dragon. When the impact and flames dissipated, only death and fire were left. Silence fell.

Bang——

The hot shells with white smoke were ejected from the rearward breech block, and fell into the shell collection box directly below the breech of the gun with a metallic clanking sound. They were mixed with the many shells already contained in it and became one of them. One member.

To be precise, since receiving this brand-new vehicle, Malashenko's No. 177 IS7 prototype command vehicle has never experienced such a fierce battle, and has never experienced such a high load of ammunition consumption.

All 6 rounds of ammunition stored in the loader at the end of the turret have long been exhausted and are now empty.

From the battle a few minutes ago until now, all the shells fired were manually loaded by two strong loaders, Artem and Sergey.

But no matter how strong these two people are and how strong their unicorn arms are, they still cannot withstand the huge pressure caused by the crazy continuous firing of the 130mm main gun.

Now not only Artyom or Sergei, but after firing the ninth manually loaded 130mm shell, they were already panting and sweating from exhaustion. One by one, the two brothers were holding on to the turret bulkhead beside them. They were exhausted and panting like an old cow. They were still waiting for the next order from the commander of the vehicle while breathing heavily.

Always be ready to straighten your back and push forward again. No matter whether your body can do it or not, you can only say "you must do it".

"Destroyed! At least ten Krauts were blown up, I'll bet! Two tank-killer barrels flew into the sky! Nazbolt!"

Iushkin, who could see clearly through the high-magnification gun scope, looked excited and excited, but Malashenko, who was opposite the horizontal line of Iushkin across the breech block, was not like that. .

"Malashenko, how is the situation on your side?"

"No, there are more Germans than shit in the toilet! The tortoise shell-like bunkers are one after another, and our way forward is made of artillery shells! We can't fight without artillery support! But we are still there Make progress in an orderly manner and we can handle it!”

Although the difficulties are considerable, they still cannot shake Malashenko's firm determination and tenacious will.

It is foreseeable that the battle will be difficult to fight, and it is also foreseeable that the leader will not shrink from it.

The problems encountered so far are still within the category of "solvable". For the time being, it is not expected that Malashenko will have such a headache that he cannot find a solution, at least until the political commissar comrade on the other end of the radio speaks again. .

"You have to slow down your advance, Malashenko. I have just confirmed that the ammunition reserves for the self-propelled artillery in your direction and in several other main attacking teams are basically exhausted. They fire almost continuously to bombard anyone. The ammunition consumption pressure of the target appearing in front of us is too great, and now most of the artillery vehicles have been withdrawn to replenish ammunition. "

"Without artillery support, our offensive pressure will skyrocket. Heavy tanks alone cannot solve all problems. I suggest you immediately order a postponement of the attack. The casualty reports I have collected are starting to look a little unsightly."

""

"Malashenko, Malashenko are you there? Answer me, Malashenko"

"I'm here, I heard you clearly, but are you sure you need to do this?"

Malashenko sought confirmation from his political commissar comrades for the last time, but all he got was the sure words from the other end of the radio.

"Considering that this is just the beginning, not the end, of Berlin, the answer is yes, I'm pretty sure it's necessary."

""

With his eyes closed, Malashenko took a deep breath and felt that his left and right temples were bulging and his right eyelid was twitching. But in the end, he followed a rational choice and made what he thought was the right decision.

"I see"

"Stop the advance, and all units will switch to on-site defense! Stay alert to guard against enemy counterattacks, and stand by where you are!"

Before Malashenko had finished speaking, he could put down the microphone in his hand when another call came from the unexpected radio channel.

"Comrade division commander? I am Alsim. I can see your car, less than three hundred meters away from your eleven o'clock direction. Request fire support! We need heavy firepower, anything will do!"

""

Maybe the radio was broken or I just happened not to hear it, but it could also be that I didn’t want to give up after hearing it and wanted to give it one last try.

Malashenko didn't have time to guess what the result would be. He just clenched the radio transmitter in his hand again and pressed the button.

"Move to defensive position, Alsim. I will coordinate heavy fire support in your direction as soon as possible, but you still need to wait for orders."

""

Alsim, half of his buttocks sitting in the infantry fighting vehicle and half of his buttocks hanging in the air, was at the rear of the vehicle. The company mate and several brothers beside him were eagerly guarding the foxholes and trenches nearby to guard the surroundings and pay attention. They looked at their company commander comrade until they heard Alsim being a little disappointed after being stunned for several seconds, but still answered firmly.

"Understood, promise to execute the order."

"That's for the best, call over."

""

Unexpectedly, the battlefield that was originally noisy with artillery fire had been cooling down significantly a few seconds ago. The noise of the loud gunfire was rapidly decreasing at a speed comparable to that of flood discharge. There was almost no big movement near Alsim. The sound of fighting broke out.

Generally speaking, this can explain a problem. The initiative in the battle is completely in the hands of the offensive side, while the defensive side is completely passive in responding to the battle, and there is likely to be a huge difference in strength. As long as the attacker ceases fire and stops advancing, the battlefield can quickly cool down. The defender does not even have the ability to apply pursuit firepower or chase out of the position, so it does not matter if it is said to be "untouchable".

Is this a good thing?

It is indeed a good thing, for Alsim and all the soldiers and commanders of the leading division.

But even so, this still cannot make the comrades happy. Although they are not frowning, they are still not in high spirits, just like Alsim's expression now.

"We'll fight back later, right?"

The company officer who stepped forward came to his side and asked, but the only answer he received was Alsim's emotionless but still unquestionable words.

"Just let them live a little longer. Sooner or later, these bastards will be killed. It won't take long."