Chapter 1537 The Broken Village (Part 1)

"Go ahead! We can't retreat. If we do, we'll be dead! The Bolshevik tanks won't let us go! We can't outrun these iron guys!"

"But, but, what can we use to deal with those tanks? We don't even have a decent anti-tank gun. Are we going to use mortars to smash the Bolshevik tanks?"

The anti-armor weapons of World War II were not the RPG-7 rocket launchers that were popular in later generations. Even the guerrillas could popularize them on a large scale.

The anti-tank equipment of that time was not only rare and precious, but also belonged to the top weapons among infantry weapons and equipment. Most of them were too heavy to carry, such as anti-tank guns and anti-tank guns.

Even if you carry a simpler anti-tank gun, you need to split it into two parts. One person carries the barrel and the other carries the gun body. In addition, you have to hang a few bags of anti-tank gun bullets on your body. The weight of these things together is not easy to carry.

Because of this, the most powerful firepower brought by Anton, who was all light infantry and wanted to travel light, was the small-caliber mortars that could be carried on the go. In addition, there were only machine guns as the mainstay of the infantry squad's firepower. To be honest, he had never expected to encounter the enemy's tank troops in advance, and now he was completely blind after facing this steel monster.

The skinny monkey, who was eager to stabilize morale, had no other choice after hearing this. He could only simplify and repeat what Anton had just told him, and first defend this broken village.

"There are anti-armor weapons. The boss has taken people to get them! They are behind the village and will be there soon! They are the new secret weapons of the Germans. They are very powerful and can destroy the Bolshevik tractors with one shot. So hurry up and fight back to defend the position! If we can't defend it, all of us will die. Do you understand?"

The tone of the skinny monkey when he said this was quite vicious. He also pulled out his precious Luger pistol from his waist. He accidentally took it off the body of a German officer who died in an unknown way.

The skinny monkey, who had never seen such a delicate little pistol, was immediately fascinated by the precise German craftsmanship. He usually maintained it carefully, wiped it again and again, and didn't even fire a few shots for test shooting. Now, no matter how carefully he maintained it, cared for it, and was reluctant to use it, it was finally time to use this thing to go to the battlefield.

Seeing the fierce look on the face of the skinny monkey holding the Luger pistol, the little bandit leader felt that he was instantly chilled from head to toe. He did not dare to neglect it, and nodded and agreed repeatedly, and then turned around and ran back to the direction he had just come from.

"Damn it! I just came here to make some money, and this was all agreed in advance, how could it end up like this?"

The skinny monkey cursed and complained while mumbling and rushing towards the defense position at the entrance of the village.

This is not to say that he really wants to participate in the battle and fight the Red Army to the death. It is just that he has no choice but to die if he doesn't fight to the death. It is a helpless act mixed with complaints, worries, and the lack of confidence that he doesn't know whether he can defeat the enemy.

But even if the skinny monkey, the bandit leader, intends to fight the Red Army to the death, will it really make a big difference in the battle situation?

That is obviously not necessarily the case, and it can even be said that there is little hope.

In the Red Army's charge column, which was less than 300 meters away from the village entrance, Malashenko, who was at the front of the team, commanded his car. At this moment, he had retracted into the turret, closed the hatch and entered combat status.

This T43 medium tank was designed as the Red Army's front-line main force mass-produced tank. Compared with Malashenko's IS4 heavy tank prototype command vehicle, the various equipment in the car is not just a huge gap. It can be said to be extremely shabby, just like the gap between a fully equipped Audi A8 and a second-hand Alto.

The gunner's independent wide-angle periscope newly developed by Kotin based on Malashenko's ideas and suggestions does not exist on the T43 medium tank. Iushkin still has to use his high-magnification, narrow-field main gun sight to search for the enemy with difficulty as before.

And Malashenko's commander's periscope is not much better. The upgraded commander's periscope that can rotate 360 ​​degrees and has a wider field of view does not exist.

In front of Malashenko's eyes, there were only independent fixed-angle periscopes like the T34, which made Comrade Ma, who was used to the upgraded configuration system of the IS4 heavy tank, feel extremely uncomfortable.

The only good news was that the heavy loading work of the loader Artyom was greatly relieved.

The D-5T main gun with 85mm fixed shells no longer had to be loaded twice like the 122 heirloom of the Red Army heavy tanks, loading projectiles and propellants separately, and the overall weight of the shells was obviously not at the same level and was much lighter.

Artyom, who was used to loading 122 shells, was now very excited to load this 85mm fixed shell. The speed and high loading efficiency were just like Popeye eating spinach.

Often, after Iush King Kong fired a shot, the breech block retreated and spit out the hot shell, before he had time to aim at the next target, Artyom had already pushed a new shell into the chamber. He also took the opportunity to hold the next shell that had moved to his feet in his arms, ready to be reloaded at any time. Iushkin could now give full play to his artillery skills and fire as fast as he could.

"The enemy has no anti-tank guns, Iushkin! Fire freely, and take down the machine guns first!"

"I know, I'm aiming! Don't rush me!"

Boom--

Before the hurried conversation in the car was finished, the muzzle of the 85mm main gun outside the car was already shaking violently and emitting hot flames.

This abandoned small village that had been bombarded did not have many shelters left to use. The so-called defense position at the entrance of the village was just a few dilapidated houses and a few low walls that were blown up by shells.

This level of basic defense can barely resist light weapons shooting, but if you want to resist the high-explosive projectiles of the tank main gun, it is nothing but a pipe dream, even if it is the 85mm shells that are considered small in the current Red Army tank guns.

The violent explosion of fire instantly blew the low wall made of mud and dry grass into pieces, and large pieces of soil flew into the air, mixed with human body limbs and flesh fragments.

A strong wind blew, and the only thing that could be smelled in the air was the pungent smell of blood and unburned gunpowder. The enemy's machine gun bullets and tank shells were still firing and whistling through the air. Every minute and every second, familiar people around them were dying on the spot. Such a scene was enough to make anyone with a weak will to fight feel the abyss of despair.