Chapter 658: The Power of the Giant Cannon

The battle ended with Malashenko's helpless retreat. The K5 railway gun, which could not only capture cities and suppress cluster troops, made Malashenko personally experience the "pleasure" of being hit by a giant gun.

When facing this kind of world-destroying power that seems to destroy the world, all you can do is run away, and don't even think about defense or resistance.

A 283mm full-caliber high-explosive grenade hit the ground like a small earthquake, and the shock caused even Malashenko's IS1 prototype vehicle would shake back and forth like a baby carriage. Compared with the 150 and 105 caliber howitzers of the German field artillery cluster and the railway guns of the K5 level, they are simply children's toys.

Colonel Chelchenkov and his infantry division, who were stationed at the same position, also retreated with Malashenko. The commander, whose headquarters was almost blown away by a 283mm cannon shell, was now sitting on the engine cover behind the turret of Malashenko's car, and exchanged opinions and tactical arrangements with Malashenko on the way to retreat.

"What are you going to do? Comrade Malashenko, when will we fight back?"

A nearly 15-centimeter-long cut appeared on the face of Division Commander Chelchenkov near his lower jaw, and the deepest part of the wound could even see the subcutaneous muscle layer.

According to Chelchenkov himself, it was very good that the German heavy artillery shell did not kill him and only left a cut, but his face now seemed a little scary to Malashenko, as if his entire lower jaw was about to crack.

"You'd better find someone to bandage your wound, comrade commander. Let alone the possibility of infection, you look like a vampire described in the Western capitalist world. You will scare girls away." After listening to Malashenko's words, he reached out and touched a scar on his face. It was not a big artery, but a lot of capillaries were cut, and the amount of bleeding was not much. Cheerchenkov, who prided himself on being strong and sturdy, seemed to be a little disdainful and ignored it. "It's nothing, comrade Malashenko. You have to know that in Siberia, even if your head is half bitten by a wolf, you have to carry the carcass of the prey back to the village alive. This is a man. Weakness and fear cannot overcome the climate and nature there." Malashenko had a chat with commander Cheerchenkov before and learned that he and his family were the derivatives of the immigration policy of the Soviet Jewish Autonomous Region. The whole family moved to the Jewish Autonomous Region in the Far East in 1935. At that time, Division Commander Cheerchenkov was just a small company commander. Because of the migration of his family, he was naturally transferred to the Siberian Military District to serve. It was probably from this time that Cheerchenkov's character began to become as cold and unstoppable as the cold wind in Siberia in winter.

It was also because of this character that Cheerchenkov was deeply loved by his superiors after being transferred to the Siberian Military District. In just a few years, he was promoted to the position of deputy division commander.

After the outbreak of the Great Patriotic War last year, various military districts of the Soviet Union began to form new reorganized troops and expand the strength of the reserve forces to cope with emergencies. Cheerchenkov was able to successfully upgrade from the position of deputy division commander to become the commander of a newly formed infantry division. At the same time, he also participated in the Battle of Moscow that broke out at the end of that year. This experience has been fully told to Malashenko in the previous leisure chat.

Seeing Cherchenkov's bold and casual look, Malashenko could probably guess that the people in Siberia probably regarded a scar on their face as normal.

The long-dead Captain Yakov was also a man with a similar personality to Cherchenkov, who was also bold and casual. He also came from the poor and remote Siberia. The similarities between the two inevitably made Malashenko lose his mind for a while and fall into a brief memory.

Malashenko not only did not answer his question, but also fell into deep thought, which made Cherchenkov feel a little unexpected and confused.

"Comrade Malashenko, what's wrong with you?"

The shaking of the tank turret under him and Cherchenkov's questioning brought Malashenko back to the present world from his memories. Recalling the bits and pieces of his past, Malashenko did not want to reveal his thoughts, and then covered up his absent-mindedness with a chuckle.

"Nothing, I just remembered an old friend, he looks a bit like you, also from Siberia. By the way, did you just ask me when we will fight back?"

Malachenko's facial expression changed so quickly that Chelchenkov was a little overwhelmed, and he could only nod subconsciously to indicate that it was true.

"It's impossible to fight back, comrade division commander, don't you see the real situation yet?"

Malachenko is a man who dares to tell the truth, especially in front of a comrade like Chelchenkov who seems to be quite sensible.

"I bet that the huge cannons that just bombarded us were prepared by the Germans for the siege, but they just happened to encounter a counterattack and used us as a whetstone for their practice. To put it simply, our luck is really bad."

"I don't know how much you know about the German railway cannons. This is a weapon that can fire in a 360-degree circular direction, with a maximum range of 50 to 60 kilometers. As long as the Germans lay the circular rails for setting up positions, all ground targets within a radius of 50 to 60 kilometers can be hit. With our current troops, we can't deal with this weapon at all."

In World War II, when various long-range precision-guided strike weapons were not as developed as modern warfare in later generations, if you didn't have air superiority, there was really no good way to deal with these anti-city treasures with an outrageous long range.

Use ground troops to directly tear open the German defense line to seize these anti-city treasures?

Thinking of this, Malashenko couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

There may be such an opportunity in the future, but now, hehe, just imagine it in a dream.

Cheerchenkov, who had personally experienced the feeling of the German cannon bombardment like Malashenko, couldn't help but remain silent after hearing this. He subconsciously wanted to refute Malashenko's words, but he couldn't find a reason or excuse to convince himself.

It was the first time he had heard of those terrifying super cannons with a range of 50 to 60 kilometers. If he really wanted to take down these German cannons from the ground, Cheerchenkov felt that even if he led an army, no, even an army group, it would not be possible to break through the German defense under the current circumstances.

Under the crazy bombing of the German Air Force, this was simply a fantasy.