Steel Soviet Union

By the time Kulbalov reported the news, Malashenko had already commanded the troops to move forward at least five to six hundred meters on the battlefield ruins covered by artillery fire.

Although it was only a slow advance, not missing any detail that might be overlooked, the distance of five to six hundred meters in one breath in the hinterland of the enemy-occupied area cannot be considered short in any way.

Malashenko no longer cares about the rotten blood and rotten flesh that can be seen everywhere on the ground. What Malashenko really wants to know is how many of these SS bastards are still alive? Why haven't the remaining ones still come out yet? Where are these bastards hiding?

"Damn it, the more this goes on, the worse it gets! I still don't believe that these SS bastards are really going to die! If I don't believe it, they can't be found!"

Malashenko, who was convinced of this idea in his heart, did not change the order he gave. The Red Army troops lined up in coordination with infantry and tanks were still advancing at a constant speed and alert to their surroundings.

The tanks armed by the Man of Steel were actually quite good. The most uncomfortable ones were the Red Army infantry soldiers following the tanks.

When you wear military boots and step on those wet and slippery pieces of meat and debris that might knock you over on the spot, the soft, elastic and rather slippery touch from the soles of your feet is really... It's not as simple as saying it's disgusting and that's it.

"Oh, I feel like I can't stand it anymore! This is like a pitted meat slaughterhouse. Where can there be anything like this on the battlefield?"

Some younger Red Army soldiers with poor endurance were the first to have physical reactions and could hardly hold on. The veterans who were walking beside them did not say much. Most of them just watched indifferently and continued to move forward. Only those who had a relationship with the new recruits. A reasonably good veteran can give a piece of advice.

"Be patient, it's better than lying on the ground and assimilating with these things. No matter how bad the smell is, it won't kill you, so look away and move on."

The 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division still has many veterans that Malashenko brought out from Stalingrad. These surviving veterans who were recruited from the troops that were dispersed in the city after the Battle of Stalingrad, both in terms of personal combat quality and The psychological endurance has reached an unprecedented level.

Regarding the scene in front of them, these battle-hardened veterans were at most surprised for a short while at the beginning. Then, like their division commanders and comrades, they were able to adjust themselves quickly without being reminded by others. No help required, self-discipline is quite strong.

This does not mean that these veterans are not touched or disgusted. No one can remain indifferent and act like a wooden person when faced with this situation. If there is such a person, he is probably either a murderer or a complete pervert. For example, the most heinous SS scum in Auschwitz concentration camp is probably this person.

The reason why these veterans appear indifferent, without any fluctuations or changes in their expressions, is just because their past combat experiences silently tell them at all times: If you don’t want to be one of them, it’s better to cheer up and work hard. Don't take what you should do lightly.

A bullet suddenly fired in the middle of the night may kill you at any time, and you may not even know how you died. The last part of your consciousness before death is left to you to sigh and regret for the scraps of meat in this place. It's that simple. .

The troops were still searching and advancing slowly in the standard posture of infantry and tank coordination. Malashenko, who had been silently estimating the distance based on the speed of the troops, felt that they had advanced at least more than one kilometer in depth, not much more.

If he encounters no more resistance from the Germans, then Malashenko may really have to admit that Iushkin guessed right and he was the wrong one.

Perhaps the front-level devastating artillery bombardment that lasted for a full hour completely wiped out the already half-disabled Viking Division and the Nieni Panzergrenadier Brigade.

After all, judging from the numerous huge craters and broken flesh and limbs that continued to spread all the way up to now, the devastating bombardment the Germans encountered was probably unprecedented.

Malashenko, holding the commander's periscope in his hand, has actually been thinking since just now, wondering whether he really underestimated the power of the front-level field artillery group.

Especially when this absolutely destructive artillery fire coverage prepared for a battle-level battle is hit in an area of ​​less than five square kilometers and lasts for a full hour, what will it look like? scene?

Malashenko has never encountered such a situation, and his past experiences and memories from previous lives are of no use. Malashenko's heart is really complicated and hesitant now, and he doesn't know whether he has the right to judge. Mistakenly, the Germans were too shrewd and had hidden backhands. They were hiding in an unknown location, maybe not far ahead, weaving a conspiracy in the darkness, waiting for him to pass.

"Damn, the more I think about it, the more annoying I am! I don't want to think about it anymore! No matter what the outcome is, just push it over and finish the matter. I still don't believe that these crippled SS soldiers can kill me?"

That is to say, just when Malashenko had such an idea and planned to completely wipe away the troubles in his heart, a sudden and huge change suddenly came at this moment.

boom--

call out--

Ding-ding——

The screeching sound of the extremely fast muzzle velocity of the shell flying through the air was first heard in the ears, followed closely by the deafening sound of the tank violently exploding, accompanied by the faint roar of the muzzle coming from not too far away. The sounds are connected together.

"Report the situation! What's going on!?"

Malashenko, who had been holding the radio transmitter in his hand, spoke almost instantly and spoke subconsciously. Kulbalov, who was on standby at the other end of the radio, reacted very quickly and responded immediately.

"At two o'clock on the right side, the German's armor-piercing projectile! A T34 in the front was killed! I don't know whether it was a tank gun or an anti-tank gun. I am preparing."

call out--

Ding-ding——

"Damn! Here we go again!!!"

Before Kulbalov could finish his words, his speech was forcibly interrupted by another scream that followed from the darkness, accompanied by a dull and loud sound of an armor-piercing projectile hitting the armor plate of the tank. , tied firmly.

"Kurbalov!? Talk back! What happened? How are you!?"

Malashenko could judge from this dull and loud noise at an extremely close distance that the one hit by the German's shot was definitely Kulbalov's own command vehicle.

Fortunately, the almost invincible defense of the IS4 heavy tank on the battlefield was not something that the current German anti-tank weapons could handle. Kulbalov, who spoke again, quickly responded to Malashenko.

"One shot, no penetration! It's the Kraut's King Tiger, I saw it!!!"