Chapter 848 Uranus twinkles (Part 1)

Uranus is the seventh planet from the solar system.

The planet ranks third in volume and fourth in mass in the solar system. Its name comes from Uranus, the god of the sky in ancient Greek mythology, and the grandfather of Zeus, the king of gods.

Malashenko is not an astronomy enthusiast, neither in his previous life nor in this life.

To Malashenko himself, those twinkling stars in the night sky were just stars, no matter what they were called or how far away from the earth they were, and they had nothing to do with him rolling among the dead on the battlefield.

But at 7:30 in the morning on November 19, Malashenko was destined to never forget Uranus, a distant planet in the solar system, for the rest of his life.

When more than 3,500 Soviet division, corps, group army artillery pieces, and even the front reserve artillery units all roared in unison, the ground beneath his feet was shaking violently. This was the only thing Malashenko could feel at this moment. .

Violent artillery fire poured down crazily on the enemy positions guarding the northern periphery of the city in the heat wave. On 122, 152, and 203, the Soviet field artillery unit assembled all the large-caliber heavy artillery that could be mobilized and fired wildly at the enemy. The rage of revenge that had been brewing for a long time was finally completely and unscrupulously released at this moment.

boom--

Bang——

"Reload! Quick!"

Accompanied by the dull impact of the breech opening, a yellow-orange 152mm full-caliber high-explosive shell fell into the snow at the rear of the gun, exuding the remaining heat of the propellant and melting the surrounding accumulation. Snow, the sound of melting snow had no time to spread before it was overshadowed by the huge firing sounds from other surrounding artillery positions, as if it had never existed at all.

Two tall loaders wearing thick asbestos gloves stepped forward in response. The Soviet loader who rushed to the front with the warhead in his arms completed his task first, and the other loader who followed closely followed him. The propellant cartridges were placed in place as quickly as possible.

The third loader, who had been waiting for the opportunity, immediately rushed forward with a one-meter-long ramrod in his hand, accompanied by his partner who strode forward behind him.

One person held the center of the ramrod, and the other held the tail end of the ramrod. The two loaders who worked together pushed the propellant and the warhead into the gun barrel in almost the blink of an eye. When the last loading process was completed, the other two loaders who had also ran back to the ammunition pile behind the gun position had picked up their respective warheads and propellants again and were ready.

"Loading completed!"

"fire!"

boom--

The huge muzzle storm pushed the snowdrift under the barrel, which had been squeezed out of a small gap, to continue to impact the surrounding areas. The snowflakes scattered by the shock wave floated in the air and slowly fell.

The deafening sound of artillery fire can still feel the huge tremor coming from the soul even if you wear earplugs. The classic truth that artillery is the god of war is most perfectly interpreted at this moment.

The Soviet artillerymen, filled with strong revenge and fury, stuffed projectiles one after another into the gun barrel at the maximum burst loading speed, pouring explosive death on the enemy's heads with a huge deafening sound.

The visibility in the air at 7:30 in the morning on November 19 was not very good. A slightly turbid thick fog filled the air after the snow, adding a touch of weirdness to the upcoming charge.

Malashenko, who was in the frontline observation post with a telescope in hand, could not see clearly how much the enemy on the opposite side had been blown up, no matter how wide his eyes were.

There were gleaming sparks of fire looming in the gaps in the mist-filled air, and the thunderous sound of shelling and explosions filled my ears, almost deafening them. Lavrinenko had to yell to communicate.

"Let the soldiers be prepared! The first wave of charge must capture the enemy's first position. This is a task that must be completed! Only success is allowed and no failure is allowed!"

Faced with this topic that Malashenko had emphasized several times in person, Lavrinenko, who also roared loudly, responded without thinking.

"Everything is in place! All four battalions of the entire brigade have gone into battle, leaving no one behind! Kulbalov will lead one battalion to the front, just like you asked! Three infantry divisions to cooperate with our attack Everything is ready, and the first batch of infantry to follow the charge are now outside the tank, waiting to set off! "

After getting a confirmation answer for the last time, Malashenko rolled up his sleeves without answering and glanced at the time on his watch.

The 80-minute artillery preparation is now more than 40 minutes in progress. According to the scheduled plan, the artillery fire will begin to extend to the enemy on the second deep position in ten minutes. At that time, it will be the newly formed 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade. It’s time to prove yourself and charge.

"It's almost time, Lavry, get in the car! Meet you at the enemy's position, brother!"

Even though he is a Hero of the Soviet Union, with the rank of colonel on his shoulders and the identity of the Guards Tank Brigade Commander on his head, it still cannot stop Malashenko, whose blood flowing in his body becomes more and more violent, from going into battle to kill the enemy in person.

With the brigade commander personally taking the lead in demonstrating, Lavrinenko, who also serves as Malashenko's deputy, naturally cannot sit on the bench in the headquarters and let these two good brothers who have repeatedly crawled out of the dead alive. It was impossible for the two of them to sit in the rear and command from the beginning.

The overwhelming Soviet artillery fire that swept in crazily could turn the world into a living purgatory.

Captain Vasile, who tightly covered his ears, had never felt such a violent artillery attack. Even hiding in a gun-proof hole that had been specially reinforced with wooden stakes could not bring him any sense of security.

Captain Vasil clearly knew that the anti-gun cave he was in was a temporary dug bunker on the battlefield. It could only block direct hits from small-caliber artillery under 100 mm.

If he was hit directly on the head by those thick Russian pipes, Captain Vasile prayed that it would be better for him to be blown up on the spot rather than buried alive. His hometown still circulates the painful and miserable legend of adulterers being sentenced to be buried alive. The painful death of being suffocated alive in the soil is undoubtedly one of the most painful tortures for human beings.

"Marina, please protect me with the children from being buried alive in this damn hole, this is hell!"

The deafening horrific scene of the sky collapsing and the earth collapsing seems to have lasted for centuries and forcefully blasted people out of their bodies.

When the terrible Soviet artillery fire finally stopped, Captain Vasile, who felt that he had become unconscious, finally raised the corner of his mouth after being in a daze for more than ten seconds.

"Ma'am! I'm actually still alive!"