Chapter 516 Welcome back

Malashenko, who was scratching in the soft mud at his feet with a broken branch he picked up casually, explaining his combat intentions while doing it, seemed very determined to win.

"We have a relatively large number of tanks on hand. If they are all gathered together, they will not be able to take advantage of our strength. Not only will they not be able to rush into the village in one go, but in the worst case scenario, they will even be blocked at the entrance of the village and unable to move."

"In the battle to come, Deputy Commander Lavrinenko and I will lead the tanks of the regiment into the village first. The first and second battalions will outflank the left and right wings to surround the village. The third battalion will go around to the back of the village to block the Germans. The escape route! Once we enter from the front of the village, the Germans will definitely find a way to withdraw from the back of the village and regroup the tank formation. That will be your best moment. "

After all, Malashenko, who was extremely courageous, finally decided to take the lead as he had done before and was the first to enter the village in person. He hid behind the large troops and used the tank as a mobile headquarters to issue orders timidly. This was never the case for Malashenko. A real man should knock over a German tank head-on!

Since the formation of the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment in the Battle of Moscow, it has followed Malashenko's command, fighting all the way to the north and south, beating the arrogant Germans so hard that they fled in panic, and even the Wehrmacht Elite units such as the Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment also fell under the tracks of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment.

As the saying goes, what kind of generals lead what kind of soldiers? Under the leadership of a regimental commander like Malashenko who chased Germans and beat them all the way, the following group of battalion commanders and company commanders did not feel that they had any after receiving the combat mission. What's so strange? Isn't it a fine tradition of the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment that Comrade Commander of the Regiment personally leads the charge into battle?

It has been a long time since the last time he entered a tank to fight in person. Malashenko asked himself that he even missed this slightly long-lost feeling and was a little excited.

After some painting, Malashenko's vehicle: the IS1 prototype tank has been put on the upcoming summer camouflage in advance.

Under Malashenko's personal instructions, the white number 177, symbolizing the beginning of everything, was painted on the front of the car body. The head of a giant bear with the Iron Cross in its mouth was vividly displayed on the rear of the turret. In contrast, The red flag of the Guards was also painted on the turret.

The IS1 prototype tank, which looks a bit flashy but still can't hide its majestic aura, is undoubtedly the most powerful heavy tank in the world at this time. This steel behemoth accelerated by Malashenko is about to usher in its own end. First appearance.

"Adjust the gun scope, Iushkin. Kirill, prepare to load high-explosive bombs. The first wave of attacks will destroy the German defensive positions outside the village."

Kirill, who had been lying in the field hospital for more than three months, was finally allowed to leave the hospital in perfect condition. Kirill, who returned to the train crew, could not conceal his excitement and excitement when he finally saw Malashenko. His own commander hugged each other and cried.

In contrast, Malashenko returned the harmonica that he had temporarily kept to Kirill's hands.

"Welcome back, Comrade Loader."

The roaring diesel engine immediately surged to life under the violent push and pull of the joystick by the driver Seryosha, and the black engine exhaust surged out from the waste port like an octopus spraying ink.

Feeling the shaking of the car, Malashenko finally moved forward. He couldn't hide the excitement in his heart. This terrible feeling that he hated at first and even wanted to escape for a time, now became as strong as his own heartbeat. The melody could no longer be inseparable.

“Wash your necks and prepare yourself for the warm greetings of communism, Krauts!”

The sound of dozens of heavy tanks charging in groups was even greater than the galloping cavalry in ancient times. Several German soldiers who were smoking and sitting in the machine gun bunker at the entrance of the village felt the vibration coming from their buttocks. The fear of being forgotten, which had not been felt for a while, immediately filled the faces of the first German soldiers who reacted with horror.

"Damn it, it's Ivan's heavy tank group! Shoot and notify everyone!"

boom--

A loud gunshot that pierced the sky reverberated throughout the village and lingered for a long time. It is true that the gunshot is the best order for soldiers. People who were busy in the village were even still there. The German soldiers who were doing laundry immediately threw away what they had on hand and ran away.

"We have been discovered, comrade commander! Those Germans are preparing to welcome us!"

"I saw it! Kirill loaded the high-explosive bombs, and Iushkin aimed at the German machine gun positions at the entrance of the village, knocking out the troublesome things he could see first!"

"As you wish, Comrade Commander!"

As soon as the tank, filled with the roar of the diesel engine, enters a combat state, it can only communicate with yelling, punching and kicking. Malashenko, holding the commander's periscope tightly in his hand, continued to stare at the target. Yell loudly and give orders.

"Two o'clock direction, 800 meters away, the German machine gun position at the entrance of the village, kill him!"

boom--

The IS1 heavy tank, which was still running at full speed, finally fired the monumental first shot under Malashenko's order. Iushkin, who was constantly struggling with the sight of the gun scope, tried his best to let the high-explosive shells shot through his own hands. Be more precise, although the end result may seem a bit futile.

The melting snow and mud kicked up by the 85mm high-explosive bomb splashed dozens of meters away before falling.

It exploded in an open space about thirty meters away from the German machine gun position. This regrettable first 85mm high-explosive bomb just put a big lump of mud on the face of the German soldier and had no effect anymore. .

"Damn it! Russian mud is so stinky and sour! It's in my mouth!"

"Can you complain later? The Russian tanks are coming! Do something quickly!"

"What are you doing? Are you crazy? Those are heavy tanks. Do you think this iron pipe can penetrate Ivan's armor?"

"Then we can't just sit there like this, it's too bad!"

While they were cursing and arguing in their mouths, the movements of their hands did not move at all. The MG34 general-purpose machine gun that put the bullet into the barrel immediately erupted into a storm of rapid barrages.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-dang——

The bright green tracer machine gun barrage that hit his face instantly rattled Malashenko's precious car. This time, in order to pursue the rapid surprise attack, Malashenko did not bring any external infantry, so naturally he could do it without any weapons. Fearlessly, they continued to charge forward at full speed, ignoring the useless and futile actions of the German army.