Steel Soviet Union

The deepest part of the position was littered with corpses of German soldiers, scattered and piled up one after another, but none of them could move, they were all dead.

After knowing the true identity of these Germans, the soldiers responsible for cleaning the battlefield did not hesitate to inflict wounds on the half-dead lackeys who still had one breath left. There was no medicine worth treating these fascist lackeys. They waste.

Malashenko and his entourage, led by the little soldier, soon came to the nearest German corpse.

The little warrior who leaned down voluntarily stepped forward and lifted off the white cloak on the corpse without any orders. All the truth that had been misunderstood was finally revealed to the broad daylight.

"Damn! He's actually a bastard of the SS!? No wonder, no wonder these bastards won't surrender until they die!"

Iushkin, who was the first to shout out, had already revealed the answer. Covered under the white cloak was an SS corpse that had begun to freeze gradually. The symbol of the lightning bolt was so clearly visible. .

"Not only that, we also found this, comrade division commander, please take a look."

Before he could finish his words, the little soldier immediately took out a booklet from his trouser pocket. Malashenko, who took the booklet, saw the German characters printed on it at a glance. The silent words after opening the booklet already confirmed it. Malashenko’s speculation.

"It's a Viking division. I didn't expect these bastards to be in the salient as well."

The Fifth "Viking" Armored Division of the Waffen SS, in the distant memories brought by Malashenko, this name is equivalent to cruelty, cunning, ferocity, and strong combat power. It is a force even with Prokhorov. Compared to the three groups of bastards Ka met, he was a fanatical lunatic who was equally capable in fighting!

Moreover, this is a "foreign legion" composed of French, Finnish, Norwegian and many other non-German nationals.

Here, in the Viking division, the Germans themselves can only be regarded as a "minority". One thing that everyone has in common is the fanatical worship of the Führer.

But this is a group of low-class villains and thugs who seem to have been put together from here and there. They are supposed to be the same low-class, low-class warriors as the "Imperial Association Army", but they are actually fighting on the battlefield. The combat effectiveness is unambiguous. Compared with the three major SS aces, the Skeleton, the Reich, and the Guardsmen, it can be said to be even better.

Of course, due to the fact that they are composed of soldiers from different countries, this group of fanatical lunatics is more bloody and cruel than other SS thugs. They tortured prisoners of war, executed political commissars, and tortured civilians without any mercy. They drove hundreds of civilians indoors, doused them with gasoline and burned them alive. This was just the tip of the iceberg of the numerous crimes committed by these scumbags.

The cruel atrocities committed by the SS bastards on this land have already spread to every corner of the motherland. Women, the elderly, and children are crying for revenge, and the Red Army soldiers who defend their homes and country on the front line will be the ultimate executors of all this.

After searching out the relevant documents and confirming that these scumbags were the Viking division of the SS, none of the Red Army soldiers who fought one after another were merciless.

Thinking about it from another angle, this also explains why none of these bastards of Viking divisions stood up and surrendered.

Rather than saying that I don’t want to, it’s better to say that I don’t dare.

Knowing that the numerous crimes he had committed were about to be reckoned with, and that catastrophe was imminent, to be honest, no one would be too surprised afterwards if he did any incomprehensible and crazy thing under such circumstances.

"You're taking advantage of these bastards. You should catch a few alive and hang them up on telephone poles as street signs! They are lucky if they are killed by bullets and shells!"

There was more than one person who was furious. Kulbalov, who was gritting his teeth, also hated the scum of the SS.

"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, don't be anxious, Kulbalov. I can assure you that since these scumbags are locked up in the salient by us, don't even think about running away. They will keep their bodies here and prepare them for next year." Let’s start the spring with grassland fertilizer.”

Malashenko, who was talking plausibly, was no longer interested in the military officer's ID card in his hand, so he threw it away. These bastards, all wearing white winter cloaks, which had a certain camouflage effect, died too cheaply. Almost everyone died. At first, they thought this was a group of Wehrmacht troops rather than SS troops. If they really wanted to take revenge, they could only wait until the encirclement was completely closed and the stage of the annihilation war would begin.

"Where are the captured 'sticks'? Where is the Kraut's secret weapon?"

Malashenko, who had probably guessed what kind of new weapons the Germans had invested, now only needed one last personal confirmation. After all, some things can only be completely relieved after you have seen them.

"Bring it over, this way, hurry up!"

Malashenko did not wait long when he asked. Several soldiers led by a second lieutenant quickly brought up an unopened wooden box.

"We seized a box full of them, and before the Germans could use it, there were several more boxes over there, all just like this one."

The calm Malashenko, without saying a word or comment, reached out and took the crowbar from the hands of the soldiers on the side. Holding his hands behind his back, he immediately inserted the force into the gap and pried hard. After the box was forcibly opened, the contents were displayed in front of him. Things are as expected.

"Damn Iron Fist, damn it if the T-70 can stop this thing!"

There was not just one type of Iron Fist that was used throughout the end of the war, but a branching family of weapons that varied in power and effective range. Tekken 60 is an earlier version of the mid-term Tekken, and of course it is also a very popular mass production model.

As for the power of this thing? That is really worthy of its reputation as an "infantry artillery".

The ultimate armor penetration depth of 200 mm is not only enough to deal with T70 and T34, but also the latest T43 medium tank, as well as the main armor of the IS2 heavy tank turret that is gradually being replaced by the IS6.

Fortunately, the biggest weakness of this thing is that its effective range is only 60 meters, which is the result of optimization and improvement of the early Iron Fist. This also explains why the reconnaissance company led by Alexi was not suddenly attacked by this unprecedented ghost thing until it rushed very close to the position or even drove onto the position.

It's not that the Germans didn't want to use it earlier, but the effective range of this thing can only be described as stretching. If it is used too close, it can even injure the shooter himself, which is a miracle.

He held an iron fist taken out of the box with both hands and looked at it carefully. It was the first time that Malashenko came into contact with this thing with his own hands. There was not much surprise on his face. He came from the person next to him who was also studying with an iron fist. Kulbalov's question followed.

"This thing is so simple that one person can carry it everywhere. Is there any way we can deal with this thing? Comrade Commander."

Malashenko, who no longer had much interest, threw the things in his hands back into the box, and blurted out the following reply.

"Of course, and there are many ways, not just one."