Chapter 382 Continue the Attack

The two German armored groups at full power on the vast snowfield rolled up a large number of flying snowflakes as they flew along. Mixed with the black smoke emitted from the engine exhaust pipe, they formed a unique tsunami-like wave of black and white. It was so huge that even Malashenko, who was one kilometer away, could detect it out of the corner of his eye.

Without hesitation, he immediately swung the commander's periscope in his hand and pointed it in the direction of the frenzy. Although the Soviet tank optical sight with slight scratches and stains was not as world-renowned as the German Zeiss, it was also It was enough for Malashenko to vaguely see the German tanks that were speeding towards him.

Not just to boost morale, but because I simply forgot to take it off, the roof of the smaller German armored group, the leading Panzer III tank, was actually covered with a black and red German flag roaring in the wind. Blowing in the wind in the snow, this simple handling operation used to prevent accidental damage by the own air force in 1941 seemed more like a provocation to Malashenko.

"Mr. Zha, if you don't take down your tattered Nazi flag after trying to fight me, do you really want to give it to me for free or something?"

With such dark accusations in his heart, Malashenko immediately reached out to touch the communication transmitter hanging next to him, and at the same time spoke sharp and firm words to the crew members who were still fighting. blurted out.

"A group of German tanks appeared at nine o'clock. They are rushing over! Seryosha turns forward and points his frontal armor at them! Kirill loads armor-piercing shells. Iushkin does what you should do and wait for my orders!"

The stationary steering efficiency of the single-flow transmission is far inferior to the forward steering that maintains the inertia of forward charging. The large and extremely bulky KV85 heavy tank immediately began to swing with the force under the precise control of the driver Seryosha. Lift the heavy steel body to complete the side turn.

At the same time, Malashenko, who was holding the commander's periscope in front of him with one hand and staring at the German tank group, had already put the microphone to his mouth, and blurted out the firm order without hesitation.

"Attention to all crews, a group of German tanks appeared at nine o'clock. Be ready to fight immediately! The vehicles directly under the regiment and the 1st Battalion immediately turned around and aimed at the Germans on the flank and prepared to fire. Lavery led the 2nd Battalion to deal with the frontal attack. The group of Germans who came here will continue to attack the Germans’ positions with the remaining infantry, completely crushing them!”

After a series of orders, Malashenko, who had almost forgotten about this, was stunned for a moment. He immediately raised his hand and pushed open the turret hatch above his head and leaned out.

The biting cold wind howling between his ears and face, the moment Malashenko leaned out of the car, immediately formed a sharp contrast with the warm environment inside the car, which was baked by the continuously running engine.

Malashenko, who ignored his feelings and expressed poetic sentiments, was about to turn around, but Lieutenant Colonel Yakov, who had been "waiting" outside the turret for a long time, blurted out first.

"Comrade Malashenko, I'm about to take a picture of your turret roof to remind you. Look over there, it looks like a group of German tanks, and they are rushing towards us!"

Knowing that there was something in the direction where Lieutenant Colonel Yakov raised his hand, he was already charging to a position less than 300 meters away from the German position. It was extremely risky to stick his upper body out of the turret.

The blazing rain of bullets whizzing by his ears and almost touching his cheek made Malashenko not care about talking too much. Malashenko, who had lowered his posture even more than when he just leaned out of the turret, immediately faced the person in front of him. Lieutenant Colonel Yakov spoke loudly.

"It seems, Comrade Yakov, those guys are the German tank troops! The German tank troops that captured Istria mentioned in the previous telegram should be them!"

"It will be very dangerous to stay outside the tank any longer! The few rounds of ricochet armor-piercing bullets that were fired outside the tank just now didn't hurt you. It's just that you were lucky. Good luck will not stay with you forever! There will be a fierce battle with hundreds of tanks soon. It's better to get out of the car before then! I will spare some tanks to continue to cooperate with you in attacking the German positions! They have only one breath left now. They must be completely crushed. I will deal with the German tanks! "

From the fast-talking Malashenko's rapid-fire words, I could understand the other party's anxiety. Just now, those few rounds of German armor-piercing bullets with irregular ricochet had almost killed Yakov. Continuing to stand outside Malashenko's car during the first battle of hundreds of tanks was indeed tantamount to seeking death.

"I understand, we must come back victorious, Comrade Malashenko!"

After speaking with a firm nod, he immediately took steady steps and jumped down from behind the turret of Malashenko's car. As if he didn't know what fear and death were, Yakov once again exposed the aura that came from the desolate land of Siberia. The primitive wildness, the shouting Tokarev TT33 pistol sounded the final charge horn like the starting gun on the field.

"Moscow is behind you! Defend the motherland! Defend leader Stalin! Kill all those fascist lackeys, comrades, Hurrah!!!"

"Ula!!!"

"Ula!!!"

When Yakov, who was full of energy, shouted slogans and led the charge, the Red Army soldiers who jumped off the tanks followed suit and began to shout "Ura" slogans and followed the KV1s that were still steadily pushing towards the German positions to launch the final charge. Commander Yakov demonstrated the true meaning of "Party members go first" and "power of example" in a heroic way.

It was different from the last tank encounter in Leningrad, which was extremely limited and undermanned.

Although the battlefield combat environment this time was still a hastily erupted tank encounter like the last time, the strong force in Malashenko's hands was already extremely powerful.

While calmly dealing with the incoming German armored forces, a small number of tanks could be allocated to cooperate with the infantry to continue the attack on the German defensive positions. This seemingly arrogant decision was actually the best reflection of the strength of the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment in Malashenko's hands.

From the commander's periscope in his hand, he clearly and completely observed that the enemy Soviet tank group quickly turned and completed all the response deployments in a very short time.

Surprised that the opponent who should have poor communication could complete such a fast tactical adjustment that was no less than his own so quickly, Lieutenant Colonel Walter, who had no intention of guessing the reason, knew one thing very clearly at this moment.

This time, I am afraid that I have encountered the most powerful opponent since I put on this armored uniform.