Steel Soviet Union

"The 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division, I am your division commander Malashenko! The enemy's doom is near, and our goal is to completely wipe out the bastards of the SS Viking Division from the world!"

"Let's all set out to avenge our comrades and people who died tragically at the hands of the SS bastards! Ula!!!"

The black night gives the steel beasts dormant in the night a mysterious and even more frightening color to the enemy. Malashenko, who does not plan to waste time playing poker games with the Germans, directly puts all his energy into his own hands this time. All the division's combat troops pressed forward at once, playing a thorough game of stud.

More than two hundred existing tanks of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division were densely arrayed, lining up and advancing in parallel on this starting position with a length of only three kilometers. He rushed straight towards the SS station where the smoke from the artillery fire had not subsided and the scorching heat wave had not completely cooled down.

The noise of more than two hundred tanks running wildly across the country at the same time was quite real. Malashenko, who was sitting in the car with his upper body sticking out of the turret, could feel the ground under the tracks of his car shaking violently, like an earthquake.

Iushkin, who also opened the top cover of the turret, also got out of the turret, stretched his upper body out of the vehicle, and looked around at this rare scene of the entire division going into battle. He could not see anything at a glance. More than two hundred tanks were running around at the same time. The excitement and excitement in my heart cannot be accurately described in words.

"This is what a man should do, Comrade Commander! This is what I live for. For this, I can't even describe the feeling. It's so great! I was born for this!"

The roar of steel is the thing that can best awaken the most primitive desires of a real male creature. This is the same reason why countless young people in later generations like the thickness and hugeness of mechas. Malashenko, who was well aware of this and felt that his heart was surging at the moment, smiled slightly and spoke to Iushkin beside him in a good mood.

"It's great for us, but it's a terrible doomsday for the Germans. Just wait and see, look at the faces of those SS scum who were blown up and were as soft as mud. What a wonderful expression it would be.”

For a tank group, several kilometers of cross-country mobility can be covered in a snap. The Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division has fully adopted the new IS6 heavy tanks as the main force and is also equipped with a large number of new medium tanks. , has faster overall mobility and faster attack speed than the Guards Tank Division of the same level.

Even the division commander Comrade Malashenko, who commanded the slowest tank in the division, quickly had a panoramic view of the SS station that had been bombed with craters like the surface of the moon.

"Maybe my eyesight is dazzled, but it looks like all these SS soldiers are dead. How can there be so many people still alive under this kind of artillery fire?"

Iushkin, who was equipped with a new wide-angle periscope, could see a scene similar to what Malashenko saw, and was talking to himself. Malashenko, who was holding the commander's periscope with his hand, just replied in a low voice.

"Delete all the words you said after you were dazzled. This is the only one you said is right."

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Iushkin, who was speechless, didn't know the SS well enough, but that didn't mean that Malashenko, who was familiar with the SS's peeing habits, didn't understand how durable these bastards were. beat.

Not to mention heavy artillery bombardment, if you just bring in a large group of B29s loaded with 500 pounds to wipe the ground for these German sticks, Malashenko can guarantee that there will definitely still be people alive and can still resist.

The Yankees, who thought highly of their own aviation force, suffered such a big loss on the Western Front. Before the attack, they had clearly bombed the SS to the point where they were missing arms, short legs, and seemed half disabled. But when they rushed to attack in excitement, When the American soldiers who went up to collect their heads really confronted the enemy, they suffered heavy losses and doubted their lives in the stormy and crazy resistance of the SS scumbags.

Never underestimate the tenacity of these lunatic SS scum, let alone how much trouble these bastards will cause you. This is the kind of perverted enemy that will struggle to pounce on you even if there is only one breath left, trying to bite off a piece of your flesh before dying.

The Bushido is even worse than that of the Japs, the same fanaticism but more cunning and difficult to deal with, and they have more brains than the Japs. These are the common characteristics of the elite divisions of the SS.

Looking at the scenery like the surface of the moon in front of him, Malashenko retracted his body from outside the turret, leaving only the part of the head above the bridge of the nose outside, and keeping his eyes open to see the outside situation. With a tug, he easily brought the radio transmitter hanging by his side to his mouth.

"Every vehicle crew slows down and puts down the infantry! Keep your eyes wide open and look ahead, stay vigilant! If there is a suspicious target, don't ask for instructions and just fire!"

After giving such an order, Malashenko turned off the radio channel and then gave another order.

"Launch flares according to the predetermined plan, lighting up the first area first! Fire!"

Boom boom boom boom——

Not long after Malashenko finished speaking, the artillery positions that had been prepared in the rear fired the illumination bombs that were ready to be fired, and launched them in a parabolic trajectory directly over the front of the attacking troops, instantly lighting up the night sky.

Due to the absolute strength in his hands, Malashenko was not afraid of a head-on encounter with the remnants of the Viking Division. Instead, he was worried that the Viking Division would be too cowardly to fight and would scatter.

Malashenko, who has already laid out his cards to fight, has no intention of making any tactical plans. He will use his absolutely invincible strength to crush your German stick, open up the flares to fight, and light up the entire battlefield. We all will. Don't try to hide in the dark and forcefully erase the disguise of concealment.

That is to say, at the moment when the dark position with the night sky above and low visibility was lit up by the first wave of dozens of flares flying all over the sky, I always felt that what I had seen before was somewhat blurry. Jin was startled almost instantly.

"Oh my God! I've never seen so many corpses, or chunks of flesh, never, I swear to Stalin!"

"This scene is absolutely disgusting, Iushkin! Why are you still so amazed?"

"It seems that the attack was hit seven inches away. The SS should have encountered the shelling when they were gathering to prepare to set off, otherwise they would not have been so dense."

Malashenko, who was used to playing some European and American games with unlimited supply of blood and minced meat in later generations, and fighting in this other timeline for several years, thought that his ability to resist similar scenes was strong enough.

But even so, the density of corpses and meat scattered all over the crater wilderness in front of him was still far beyond Malashenko's previous expectations and imagination, and it was enough to make Comrade Ma feel a little stomach discomfort and even a little sick. gush.