Chapter 2809 Do you want a division or a cannon?

The powerful 800mm concrete-destroying bomb completely penetrated the wall defense of the anti-aircraft tower and successfully detonated inside it, triggering the greatest possible destructive power as expected.

However, such a damage effect is obviously not enough to completely destroy the G-type air defense tower, one of the most awesome creations in Nazi history.

When the roaring and shocking implosion sound gradually dissipated, when the huge smoke and dust spurted out at the moment of explosion gradually fell.

Malashenko, still holding the telescope in his hand, could see clearly while standing in front of the broken window sill.

Even after enduring such an "unbearable blow", that damn G-type air defense tower still stood majestically above the land of Berlin like a rigid thing in the early morning.

"That thing hasn't fallen down yet, that's incredible"

All the comrades present witnessed with their own eyes how powerful and heavy the devastating blow just now was.

He himself is a rocket assault battalion commander with a background in artillery. He was also incredulous when he saw such a situation through the telescope in his hand.

The devastating blow that day was like a meteorite. In addition to opening a huge hole in the surface of the damn broken tower, it also penetrated and blasted away all the obstacles on the trajectory of the ballistic path, blowing away the broken steel bars and Broken concrete slag was mixed together and spread all over the ground.

At least on the surface, there are no obvious signs of damage or damage.

The explosion that exploded inside was not able to collapse this amazing building at all, and it couldn't even make it look shaky.

No one knows what kind of damage the concrete-destroying projectiles, which are far more powerful than ordinary aerial bombs, have caused to the interior of this ultimate creation.

But only one thing is certain

That is to say, this matter is not over yet, at least until the German tower is blown down, Malashenko and the "Red Stalingrad" will never give up.

"Continue, the strike coordinates remain unchanged! Send the message immediately, requesting repeated shooting."

"yes!"

Malashenko, who felt that the second shot just now was extremely accurate and there was no need to correct the strike coordinates, gave the order decisively. The standby communicator with fast hands immediately converted the command of the division commander into a radio wave message and sent it out as quickly as possible.

By the time Zhukov, who was sitting at the artillery position to observe and supervise the operation, received the telegram and took it in his hand, the "Red Stalingrad", which was loading its third projectile, was almost ready again.

“Direct hit, impartial, it seems that our little Comrade Malashenko’s work there is very effective.

Zhukov was in a good mood when he learned that thousands of people had been working hard for a long time and that their efforts were finally in vain. He even kept holding the message and chatted and laughed with the chief of staff beside him, making jokes on the spot.

"Of course, this is a good thing. Comrade Marshal and Comrade Malashenko's efficient work is gratifying."

"But the target building also seems to be a bit surprisingly hard."

"Even though the first shot missed the edge, and the second shot hit directly according to the situation mentioned in the telegram, the damn broken tower actually seemed like nothing happened, and it didn't even look like it was about to fall. Still standing there stubbornly.”

"A single fortification building can withstand such a powerful force. When the war is over, I will have to go to Berlin to see for myself when I have the opportunity to see what unimaginable things those Nazis have built."

Before the words of the chief of staff beside him could be heard, Zhukov, who heard the words from the side, couldn't help but think of some things that were not too long ago. Those were things that I had doubts about before, but now it seems that my predictions were incorrect. They were words from Malashenko.

"Before we launch this special operation, Comrade Marshal, please be sure to prepare sufficient ammunition."

"If possible, I hope to bring up all the artillery shells we captured. Some of the fortifications built by the Nazis in Berlin are even stronger than any similar creations of our Red Army. If the artillery shells are not prepared, Enough, it is very likely that the ammunition will be exhausted before the target falls. "

"I know that this will take up a lot of precious transportation resources, but there is a saying that I don't know if you have heard of it, Comrade Marshal. There are always some things in this world that you would rather have and use than not have when you need to use them. ”

To be honest, Zhukov didn't quite believe Malashenko's words at first.

It’s not that there is a crisis of confidence in Malashenko, it’s just that I simply feel that Malashenko is making a fuss out of a molehill.

At that time, Zhukov, who had already seen the power of the "Red Stalingrad", could not imagine how terrifying a fortification bunker could be that could withstand a direct hit from this thing and still survive. .

Fortunately, Zhukov, who did have hesitations and doubts, limited himself to this, and finally chose to believe Malashenko's words, just like he did in the past. And he used the dispatching power he had in his hands to transport all the giant tank-sized artillery shells that could take up a carriage with one shot to the front line like empty warehouses without leaving a single shot behind.

To say that valuable railway transport capacity is being squeezed, it is indeed a squeeze, a very serious squeeze.

Zhukov even roughly calculated that the railway transportation capacity consumed by transporting all the captured 800mm artillery shells to the front line through the railway system is enough to transport all the main equipment of a Guards tank brigade to the front line.

Moreover, this does not include the disassembled and assembled parts of the "Red Stalingrad" weapon system itself.

If these things are included together, then the total transportation capacity occupied is not a problem for a Guards tank brigade, even for transporting the main equipment of a Guards tank division to the front line.

Of course, except for the leader division, which refers to the general conventional guard tank division.

Your leader's division is such a special "division" level field unit. Not to mention the only one in the Red Army, you can't find another similar existence in the whole world.

Even if we bring in those large armored divisions of the Yankees that are a mixture of iron bastards and two-legged beasts running all over the ground, they are still incomparable to the leading divisions. They are far behind in terms of the number of technical equipment and the overall combat power of the troops.

For Zhukov, who is the commander of the front army.

This kind of thing itself means that within the same campaign maneuver time, it is worth exchanging a Guards tank division for a super cannon.

After all, the campaign time left by the loving comrade Zhukov was limited. After non-stop penetration of the Zero Highlands, the combat capacity of the 1st Belorussian Front, which was about to launch the Battle of Berlin, was also relatively insufficient.

You can't have your cake and eat it too. Whether to have a Guards tank division or a super cannon is a multiple-choice question before Zhukov.

Out of his trust in Malashenko and comprehensive considerations based on his own experience and judgment, Zhukov finally chose the latter.