Chapter 38 Who Will Win (Part 2)

"Comrade Captain, what should we do? Those Germans are still firing at us! We are ambushed!"

Before he finished speaking, the German 88 gun team, which had already turned its guns, immediately started another round of fierce fire at the T34 tank group led by Malashenko. After destroying all four KV2 heavy tanks, the German 88 gun team knew that they had exposed their targets and simply went all out, with a fierce momentum to eat up all the vanguard troops led by Malashenko in one breath.

Listening to the whistling sound of the 88 gun armor-piercing shells whizzing past his ears outside his car, Malashenko covered his wound with his hand, and the blood had already stained his entire sleeve red along his elbow, but he didn't care about treating his wound at all. After confirming that his right eye, which was stained crimson by the blood, still did not affect his vision, he spoke loudly to the crew on standby.

"We will never retreat, comrades! Seryosha, start! Charge at full speed towards those damned fascists. Even if we fall on the way, we must let them know that these pig-headed idiots are now standing on the land of the great Soviet Union!"

In fact, when the war situation has developed to this point, any attempt to escape or retreat can basically be said to be meaningless and useless for Malashenko.

The powerful 500-horsepower diesel engine is not as fast as the muzzle velocity of 88mm armor-piercing shells at 810 meters per second. The T34 tank, which is already a big guy among medium tanks, is larger than a fingernail within the field of view of the 88 gun at a distance of less than 500 meters. The German artillery group that is operating the 88 gun for continuous shooting can hit it as long as they are not senile and have sunset red artillery skills.

Under such a premise, any attempt to escape and retreat will be futile and doomed to fail.

Malashenko, who knew this well, had already made up his mind. Rather than being killed by the German anti-tank guns on the way to escape, he might as well make a last desperate attempt before dying and drag a few Germans to the back.

This has nothing to do with whether Malashenko, a later time traveler, is loyal to his so-called "motherland". It is just the last madness of a man with blood who knows that he can't escape death.

At the same time, on the hill less than 300 meters away from the left wing of the remaining T34 tank group led by Malashenko, Michel Wittmann, who has been lurking here since the beginning of the war, still has no intention of taking action.

Compared with Wittmann's leisurely and patient waiting, the assault gunner Klink, who has been ready to fight, is already waiting uncomfortably.

"Hey, Michel! Look at those Ivans, they have been beaten to pieces! If we don't take action now, I guess we can only go up to collect the bodies and scraps of Ivan! Since our crew wants to paint a few more white circles on the gun barrel, how about giving the order to open fire now!?"

The commander, holding the wide-angle periscope in front of him, glared coldly at Klink, who was rubbing his hands and was extremely excited. Wittmann, who had a self-made plan in mind, seemed very indifferent to his gunner's request for battle.

"No matter what you say to me now, I will not order to open fire at this time, Klink."

"Now these Soviet T34 tanks suppressed by the 88 guns are doomed to die. We don't need to do anything to deal with them. Do you see the large Soviet troops rushing up later? These are the best stage for you to show your skills later."

"Large troops? The best stage?"

After hearing Wittmann's firm words, gunner Klink was quite confused. Because of the limited field of view of the high-magnification narrow-angle main gun sight, Klink, who was in charge of the gunner's job, did not notice the large Soviet troops that were rushing straight from the not-so-distant horizon, but this did not prevent Michel Wittmann, an experienced hunter, from noticing his prey in time.

In fact, the two division commanders, Cherniayev and Political Commissar Petrov, who had been using binoculars to observe the frontline battle situation in the frontline command post at the rear departure position, also realized the seriousness of the situation after observing that the vanguard led by Malashenko encountered an ambush circle carefully planned by the Germans.

Objectively speaking, the Soviet tank division, which lacked actual combat experience in large-scale armored warfare and had outdated tactical thinking, was far inferior to the German armored division that had conquered the entire European continent in the summer of 1941, both in terms of macro-strategy and local tactics.

Division commander Cherniayev and Lieutenant Colonel Petrov, who had never expected that the fierce Germans would be willing to use their own children to trap wolves, were stunned for a while after realizing that the situation was wrong and even far beyond their control.

But the troops that had been deployed were like a basin of water that had been poured out. It was absolutely impossible for Captain Malashenko, who was already deeply trapped in the ambush circle in front of the German position, to lead his men to withdraw at this time.

After thinking about it, he was not willing to let the first wave of open-door attacks fail in such an anticlimactic manner. At the same time, he did not want his precious nephew to die in the steel crematorium. After thinking about it for a while, political commissar Petrov decided that Even if he turned around and spoke sharply at Commander Chernyaev.

"Comrade Division Commander, we can't just abandon Captain Malashenko and the others! Look at them, even after suffering a fierce ambush from the Germans, they still maintain their tenacious fighting spirit and continue to charge forward! This is What? This is the great and noble fearless spirit of Soviet soldiers! I think it’s time for us to send out follow-up troops to continue the attack to expand our results!”

After putting down the telescope in his hand, he listened to his partner's loud words and pondered for a while. Chernyaev, who had already admitted in his heart that he was temporarily defeated by the German commander opposite him in the art of command, quickly regained his courage. Fighting spirit, he gave a firm reply to the political commissar Petrov next to him with the demeanor expected of a mid- to senior-level Red Army commander.

"You're right, Peter, it's time to let those German invaders feel the power of the Red Army!"

"Inform the 1st and 2nd Tank Regiment and ask them to launch left and right attacks on the German front-line defense positions according to the pre-planned plan. In addition, let the artillery prepare, and be sure to suppress those damn German anti-tank guns for me!"