Chapter 2508 The Final Breakthrough (1)
Malashenko had been waiting for this moment for a long time, the final blow that would completely tear the Germans apart and put an end to this already tiresome battle in the highlands.
There is only the last large fortification group left in the German position in front of them. By taking it, the leader's division can completely penetrate the entire Zero Highlands. Standing on the other side of the highlands and looking at the city of Berlin in the distance, this will be the best to date. This is the best gift given to Malashenko and his comrades after all the brutal and bloody battles so far.
"Suppressive fire! Don't be stingy with ammunition, use the maximum firepower to suppress all targets within the visual range! Attack!"
The ISU-152\\A self-propelled artillery group that had just replenished ammunition received the supreme order from the division commander: to use up all the ammunition carried in the vehicle and use the maximum firepower to destroy all German targets within the field of vision.
Boom boom boom——
The heavy tank clusters charged forward and advanced rapidly, followed closely by the infantry fighting vehicles covering the charge of the infantry. The huge ISU-152\\A had stopped and entered the combat position according to the order of the division commander, and had been fired upon repeatedly. The flames were so intense that the muzzle of the cannon was filled with darkness. Once again, and one after another, it continued to spit out blazing fire and rage.
The German soldiers stationed at the front of the last core position had never seen such fierce direct artillery fire.
The artillery shells that hit madly in the tsunami were like huge tsunami waves set off by the impact of earthquake waves. One wave after another, the power did not decrease at all. The intensity of the artillery fire even became more and more fierce.
It was as if the Russians had placed a military-level field artillery group in front of them, and fired wildly at the Germans' foreheads and eyebrows as if they were rifles.
Under this level of bombardment, any attempt to stick your head out of the trench and engage the oncoming Russian tank group became foolish and suicidal.
A few innocent German soldiers who did not believe in evil carried the tank killers in their hands, tightened the iron fists under the creaking nests, held the feces spoons on their heads that were more of a psychological comfort than the actual effect, and looked out, trying to find a way to do something effective. Attack the target and open fire to shoot.
But unexpectedly, as soon as the head poked out, they didn't even look at the shadows of the shells roaring in the air. The violent air waves from who knows which direction and how many shells exploded had already hit their faces.
call--
The scale and power of this air wave were so strong that several German soldiers who were mostly in the trench could not stand steadily and their feet were trembling. They only lasted for less than a second in the blazing blast and lost their strength. Balance, completely unable to control his body anymore.
Instead of falling into the trench behind him, he was blown away on the spot like a tornado sweeping over the scarecrow.
Several men weighing more than 100 kilograms, including equipment weighing less than 200 kilograms, were no better than the remaining leaves in the wind. One or two were blown away by the blast wind, dancing in mid-air until they were lifted five or six meters away. In mid-air, he flew more than ten meters away before falling heavily to the ground.
"Fred! Damn it, Fred!!!"
"Don't go, come back! There's no way to save him! Put your head in your crotch and get down here!"
Seeing his friend being blown away by the blast of Russian heavy artillery, a German recruit who had been captured by La Zhuang and sent to the front line was eager to save him, but he was killed before he could take action. The veteran next to him held down his head and dunked back into the trench, unable to move.
At this time, it is useless not to mention that it is useless for people to go out. Even if you are lucky enough to drive a barrel truck out and the Russian artillery shells go around you, it is useless.
The Russians don't need direct hits at all. The frightening shock waves created by the continuous explosion of large-caliber grenades with large-scale AOE damage can not only blow flesh and blood into the sky, but also a smaller broken car. It is impossible to escape the fate of spiraling into the sky in front of him.
The veteran squad leader, who had been fighting the Russians for an unknown length of time, could no longer remember how many times he had seen his own car being blown into the sky by the shock wave of the Russian heavy artillery. And after seeing such a scene, I will never have the idea of "I want to use my flesh and blood to fight the Russians with heavy artillery." That would be just boring and idiotic.
The veteran didn't know how long this kind of bombardment would last. He couldn't find anyone to refer to in his past combat experience. It was the first time for him to encounter such fierce direct artillery fire at such a close distance. cover.
None of the most common SU-76 cannons in the past could be seen now. This kind of direct-aiming support firepower that was usually the most common in Soviet troops has now completely disappeared. Instead, those extremely valuable ISU-152s, which are rarely seen on the frontal battlefield in normal battles, were dispatched in groups. The number was so large that it was almost no different than the Russian heavy tanks.
"There will be no tomorrow. This damn high ground will definitely not be able to hold on today. The Russians are serious about showing off their wealth."
The veteran squad leader is not stupid. He knows what kind of invincible enemy he is facing at this moment. He also knows that it is meaningless to continue this battle until now. The Russian victory is unstoppable.
However, this does not mean that he will give up, give up on himself, or simply choose to surrender, just like many other German soldiers who chose to endure until the end even in the face of such fierce artillery fire.
They are just waiting for a result that will bring an end to what they have done so far on this bloody highland. As for whether they will die or live under the influence of this huge wave of war, they will just drift with the tide and become no more. It's important.
"The Russians are coming, ready to fight"
call out--
crackling——
Someone yelled a reminder and before he even had time to finish his words, a large-caliber projectile came from nowhere and hit his face, directly smashing the loud-voiced German soldier's head into pieces, and he lost control. The headless corpse suddenly fell to the ground like a heavy flour bag.
"Get up and prepare to fight! Grab your gun and load it!"
The veteran pulled up the collar of the recruit's shirt and yelled an order before he finished speaking. The big military boots of the Russians from the opposite side had already stepped in front of him.
There was no time to wonder why it was so fast. The veteran squad leader with sharp eyes and quick hands just lowered his head and shrank his neck. He faced the bayonet attack directed downwards at his forehead and had already missed it. He clung to the brim of the steel helmet with a harsh metal friction sound. Crossed.
He dodged the blow and then grabbed it with his backhand. He grabbed the barrel of the Russian assault rifle and dragged the Russian soldier holding it into the trench. There was an inevitable struggle and a struggle followed by an angry roar. .
"What the hell are you doing!? Kill him quickly!"
