Chapter 1346 Heavy Tank Cavalry

No matter how terrified and unwilling the German troops on the battlefield were, the Soviet heavy tank clusters that rushed in like a tsunami still broke into the defense circle and fought to the point of close combat.

The terrified German infantry raised their weapons, looking around with swords drawn, not knowing which direction to fire in a panic.

The Red Army soldiers who followed the heavy tanks and had already jumped off the tanks launched the attack according to the old routine. The automatic fire assault teams of three to five people were at the forefront, with high-rate light weapons such as PPSh-41, PPSh-43, SVT40, and DP28.

This combat formation was created by Malashenko specifically to deal with this kind of close-range assault combat in the tank cavalry mode. The biggest task was to completely overwhelm the enemy with an absolutely high-rate of fire and dense firepower.

Of course, the automatic weapon assault team is only one of the links in Malashenko's reform of the "tank cavalry" combat mode, not all of it.

In addition to facing these lightly armed tank cavalrymen with highly automatic firepower, all the German troops who were ridden in the face had to face another group of Russians with even more arrogant and unreasonable combat power: the elite combat engineer battalion known as the heavy tank cavalry.

"Find cover! Don't stand there stupidly! Use the wreckage of the German tank as cover, quickly!"

"Bring the machine gun over and set it up here! Right here!"

"Where are the combat engineers? We need heavy firepower support, and it's best to hurry!"

In this era when individual radio communications have not yet become popular, there is only one way for infantry to communicate on the battlefield: shouting.

The Red Army soldiers who have already entered the close combat range did not charge blindly. The grassroots commanders and fighters took the lead in finding reliable shelters that could withstand bullets and took shelter temporarily. While raising their arms high and shouting to the soldiers under their command not far away to come and find shelter quickly, it is not a smart move to run around in front of the enemy who still has tanks and assault guns.

The German infantrymen were swept to the ground by fierce close combat firepower one after another. The traditional firepower configuration of the German infantry squad was not enough to face such a powerful opponent in close combat. The Mauser 98K with a bolt was not much better than a fire stick at this time. Even the SVT-40 with the slowest firing rate in the Red Army assault squad could easily suppress three Mauser 98Ks with one against three.

If the German riflemen were to fight against the more numerous Red Army submachine gunners and waist-fired machine gunners, the scene would be even more beautiful, and there was no need to mention it. In this kind of close combat situation, whoever has a faster firing rate and splashes water fiercely is the real father!

The heavy combat engineers who hurried over following the loud calls of their comrades moved a little slower. The heavy infantry firepower configuration all over their bodies made them extremely heavy and unable to speed up at all.

Most of the soldiers in the combat engineer battalion have modified their "45 sister" brand steel plate bulletproof vests, moving the bulletproof steel plate on the back to the front chest, and the two steel plates are forward to protect the upper body.

The field battles that have escaped the dangerous street fighting mode of Stalingrad are different from the past. In most cases, there are loyal comrades to take care of your back on the battlefield of frontal assault. There is no need to worry about the Germans who suddenly appear from some ghost corner and shoot you from behind. The original reserve bulletproof steel plate is irrelevant in this case.

These experienced combat engineer battalion veterans spontaneously modified their battlefield protective gear. As for the imbalance of weight caused by moving all the two bulletproof steel plates to the front chest, they use the newly captured German iron fists on their backs to "hard-core balance" to achieve balance during running and avoid falling forward.

What? You say it's too heavy? The burden on the body is too heavy to bear?

Sorry, Stalin's First Guards Tank Division enjoys the best logistical supply treatment among the Guards. It is no longer the same as before and is envied by countless friendly forces.

The canned meat produced by the Soviet Union itself, the canned meat supported by the Americans, and the canned meat captured by the Germans are all eaten as much as they want. The more physical energy is consumed, the more canned meat is replenished!

Of course, you can't eat all of this stuff, be careful not to choke to death by the meat, and you still have to eat some necessary staple foods such as bread.

However, even if it is a thin liquid food, it is absolutely excellent milk oatmeal porridge, and you can even decide whether to add sugar to it according to your taste preferences. In this way, it naturally forms an advantageous cycle of "large physical energy consumption + high-quality food intake = pure muscle gain".

To put it in a down-to-earth way, this can basically be regarded as a kind of battlefield fitness.

More importantly. The meals of the combat engineer battalion with high-intensity combat missions are still drafted by the political commissar, reviewed by the division commander, and implemented by the regiment commander comrade Valosha.

No daring bastard dared to make a discount or take advantage of this food list, so the veterans of the combat engineer battalion who were well fed were as strong as bulls, quite like the "elite Russians" of later generations.

The simple-to-operate German iron fist was basically learned once they got started. For these veterans of the combat engineer battalion who had already experienced hundreds of battles and had rich combat experience, it was definitely something they could operate easily as soon as they got their hands on it.

The combat engineer who first arrived at a destroyed Santzu bunker was holding a PPSh-41 in his hand, and two disposable German Panzerfausts on his back. The double-layer steel plate bulletproof vest on his chest was a must. The German chicken leg grenade and four Soviet lemon grenades were also pinned on the belt around his waist. He looked like a human-shaped self-propelled tank.

"Did you see the German machine gun? Hitler's cloth shredder is hiding behind the broken snow pile! Our tanks can't take care of them. They have to deal with the German tanks. You take care of them!"

Sizzle---

Ding---Dang---

Before he finished speaking, another fierce machine gun barrage came at him, hitting the Santzu wreckage that was used as a temporary bunker with sparks and crackling sounds.

The combat engineer, who had obtained the approximate position of the target, poked his white camouflage helmet out a little bit and took a look at the Germans' firepower gap. He had a general idea of ​​the target's position and had a clear view of it.

The Germans' cloth tearing machine had a fast firing rate, but it had a very fatal weakness: it changed the bullets too frequently.

To put it in a way that was favorable to the team, it was too many gaps in the firepower.

One gap in the firepower was not enough to explain the empty bullets. This experienced combat engineer veteran, who was over 30 years old, followed the trajectory of the green tracer bullets and clearly saw that the Germans' machine guns were sweeping other positions instead of starting to change the belt. The best time still needed to wait.

Another round of short bursts of nearly 20 rounds ended and the firepower stopped suddenly. The veteran, who had already figured out that the Germans would not fire such long bursts under normal circumstances, had basically come to a convincing conclusion: the Germans had used up all the remaining ammunition in one breath and emptied the belts to prepare for new ones!

He dodged in a flash, with his arm still holding the iron fist he had taken from behind, ready to strike. He raised his hand according to the aiming scale and fired a front-cone armor-piercing shell in the approximate shooting direction. The shell instantly emitted white smoke and rushed straight towards the German machine gun position which had opened the upper receiver and was about to load a new ammunition belt into it.