Chapter 789 Leading the Charge

As Malashenko expected, this battle was supposed to be a battle where the Germans took a stance against the Soviet tanks in a moving formation and the German side had the upper hand. After a series of tricks and bold tactical thinking, it was finally successful. The reversal turned into a tank encounter.

It is not appropriate to say that it was a surprise attack from the Soviet side. They rushed directly from the city just for the sake of speed. Malashenko had to use the streets and alleys in poor condition as offensive passages. This kind of large group of tanks was in a narrow place. The situation that could not unfold in the streets should have been extremely beneficial to the German army, just as the hapless German armored commander expected.

But at this point in the battle, it is obvious that Malashenko's tactical strategy is superior. In any case, the German armored commander's anticipated misstep is the fait accompli and the truth before his eyes, and it can never be changed. .

"Comrade leader, our comrades are here to support us! That's our tank, look!"

The German army was in a state of misery and misery, which was worse than the death of one's own mother. The headquarters of the 109th Guards Regiment of the 37th Infantry Division stationed at the Stalingrad Tractor Factory was a different story.

About half an hour ago, Commander Voromov, who made the third call to the superior division headquarters for help, already knew that the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, which was famous throughout Stalingrad, would be destroyed. Captain Malashenko, who was sent to support his own battle and was praised as a tank hero of the Red Army, will personally lead the team on the expedition.

Those German tanks that were as difficult to deal with as iron turtles caused great trouble to the 109th Infantry Regiment.

The limited anti-tank guns simply could not cope with so many German tanks. In fact, the number of German tanks that appeared on the front line of the tractor factory was enough to cause a qualitative change. An entire German armored division was placed in such a small attack. Concentrated on the front, one can imagine how natural its offensive energy and power are.

If the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment led by Malashenko had not arrived in time, Commander Voromov might have gone to report to his revolutionary mentor Comrade Lenin soon.

Captain Voromov, who was standing in his frontline command post with a telescope in hand, was also excited at this moment. He stepped on the accelerator and killed the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment who rushed forward to engage in close combat with the Germans. The German army's originally airtight offensive formation was completely disrupted.

Those German infantrymen who were still arrogant now are like frightened ostriches, running around among a bunch of enemy and friendly bastards with guns blaring, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to bury their heads in and expose their buttocks to the sky. It's a good way to avoid disaster. Even a fool would know what to do with such a good thing in front of him.

"Give the order, the whole regiment will charge! The regiment's security company will also attack together! All those who can hold weapons will join the battle!"

"Huh? This"

Startled by Commander Voromov's crazy order, the deputy commander blinked and almost thought he had donkey hair stuffed in his ears.

"Comrade Commander, are you sure? The situation has not reached this point yet! Besides, all those who can hold weapons have joined the battle. What will our regiment do? Do we still need to command the battle?"

Logically speaking, what the deputy commander said is indeed true and he is not a coward. No matter how fiercely he attacks, it is obviously necessary to retain the command center of the regiment to coordinate the overall situation, but the reckless group of Woromo Captain Hu obviously doesn’t think so.

The silent Commander Voromov ran straight to the door of the command post. He stretched out his hands and took off the helmet and Bobosha submachine gun hanging on the wall. He took off the big-brimmed hat on his head and After replacing it with a steel helmet, he picked up the thing in his hand and rushed out.

"Comrade leader! Comrade leader! Damn it, it's crazy, it's really crazy! Then let's charge together!"

Even though the time has advanced to 1942, an infantry commander at the regimental level personally picked up a soldier and led the charge. Such a thing was quite rare, not to mention Stalingrad, but also on the battlefields of the entire Patriotic War.

But being rare does not mean that there is none. If others do not do it, it does not mean that Captain Voromov will not do it. The great honor of carrying the Guards number on his head reminds him that he must win glory for this honor and lead by example.

The position that was still crackling just now has become much quieter now. The Red Army soldiers stationed on the position who have been exhausted physically and mentally from the fighting are helplessly watching the cruel steel strangulation battle not far away that can make human life as cheap as a dog. The artillery fire was flying everywhere, and the comrade who watched their regiment leader came to them with the weapon in his hand and the helmet on his head.

"Comrades, defend Stalingrad! Defend the leader, Comrade Stalin! Kill all those Nazi lackeys, Ulla!"

Economists of later generations often say that your return on input is directly proportional to your output. In fact, this principle has the same effect on a cruel battlefield.

The higher the rank of the person leading the charge, the stronger the morale of the soldiers below who fight to the death with the enemy, and the more they can be twisted into a rope to gather irresistible huge offensive energy. At least among the Soviet Red Army, this is an iron plate. The law is true.

Captain Voromov roared like this and at the same time he was the first to turn over and jump out of the trench. The regiment guard company troops who were protecting him on his left and right immediately rushed out screaming like chicken blood. .

The high morale and violent roars instantly burned through the entire tractor factory like wildfire. Even the temporarily armed workers' armed forces were infected by this fierce morale and brought into it. A large group of them were wearing military uniforms and worker uniforms. , and even people in civilian clothes just shouted the earth-shaking Ula and charged towards the enemy.

"No! The Russian guy in the factory has gone crazy, it's over now!"

Any German veteran who has survived Operation Barbarossa until now is very aware of the power of Ivan's "Ula" charge.

This kind of terrifying charge must not be treated in the same way as the French tactics of queuing up to die in World War I. Each of these Russian guys will rush up spontaneously and really want to risk your life!

The idiots who mistakenly thought that they could repel these Russians as long as they organized firepower had basically gone to another world to report to the Kaiser.

"Machine gun, machine gun! Bring the machine gun over here and stop them!"

"Are you crazy? The Russian tank is twenty meters away! Oh, hell, that T34 is aiming at us, run! Run!"

"Tanks, let our tanks deal with the Russian infantry, us!"

The scene that the commander of the German armored forces was most worried about had inevitably happened. The German offensive group, which had been completely disrupted in its offensive formation and had no position to rely on, had been pushed to the edge of the cliff! There is only one last step left before the abyss of destruction behind you!