Steel Soviet Union

"The nazis are like crazy! They didn't counterattack, they just clung to their fighting positions and tried their best to block our progress! Every step forward they almost killed all the nazis entrenched there!"

"We are still pushing forward, but crushing the enemy's resistance one by one! Please give us some more time!"

Listening to the somewhat disturbing report coming from the radio in his ear, Malashenko, who frowned, felt more and more that these German thugs who were even more disgusting than themselves were really fucking disgusting.

When this evil heart is about to be destroyed, there are still countless die-hard remnants who are willing to sacrifice their lives and everything for it. Malashenko, who can no longer tolerate this situation, finally made a decision.

"There's no time to delay any longer! The heavy tanks are moving forward, preparing for close artillery support! The frontline infantry keeps a distance from the enemy, and use heavy artillery to send those fascists into the sky one by one!"

To be honest, it is a very meaningless behavior to use 122 cannons to bombard the German infantry. Even using 122 cannons to bombard the machine guns that are the mainstay of the infantry squad's firepower is a low-value waste. Especially for the Stalin series heavy tanks carrying 122 heirlooms, the low ammunition reserve determines that each shell must be planned and used rationally, and try not to waste it if possible.

The practice of using 122 to bombard German infantrymen, which is close to "performance art", should be avoided, at least in theory. Who can guarantee that in a high-intensity battle, a Stalin tank that has the luxury of using 122 grenades to blast infantry can fight to the end? Or who can guarantee that after this high-intensity battle is over, there will not be another battle of the same intensity or even more abnormal?

how? Do you really plan to drive a Stalin tank without shells to kill German soldiers? This is not realistic.

But now Malashenko is in a hurry and has no choice.

If it continues to wait until the German reinforcements fill up the artillery fire zone and restore the defense, the previous artillery fire preparations will be in vain, and the leading division will have to rest and replenish before getting ready to continue chewing bones. When will the battle of the foreign workers, which involves one wave, then another wave, then another wave, and another wave of rest, be considered over? How many large-scale raids can you fight in a full day?

It took most of the day to rush to the top of the highland, catch a wave of fish from the Germans, and then attack with a backhand. If this wave of attacks could not push through the artillery fire zone in one go, we would have to stop and wait until tomorrow to fight again. .

At the end of the day, they only rushed to the high ground to open a landing site, and then set up a small and pitiful security position outside the landing site?

Not to mention how Comrade Lao Cui feels about such a result, whether Comrade Lao Zhu, who is higher up, will be satisfied. Comrade Lao Ma alone cannot bear it. When has my leader ever fought this? The mileage achieved in one day is calculated in single digit kilometers? If you say anything about it, you will fucking disgrace the leader. I, Malashenko, will be on the road from now on. No one can lose face like this, but my buddy can’t!

Malashenko, who is accustomed to fierce and high-speed battles, has had enough of this long-lasting and extremely restrictive highland attack, and now he is still suffocating with a puff of futility in his chest.

If this is still bearable, then he is no longer Malashenko. He should be called Donkey Rashenko instead. He is the kind of cowardly "donkey" who is the most hard-working and hard-working person in the production team, who works more and eats less but is still honest and honest.

After the comrade the division commander issued an order to make the German sticks honest and send 122 heirlooms one by one.

Those Stalin tanks that originally stayed in the rear position, but because they were worried that rash firing would injure friendly forces during a close-in clearing battle, so they only used coaxial and roof-mounted machine guns for support, immediately took action after hearing the order.

Huge steel behemoths spewed black smoke and advanced furiously. The rolling steel tracks ran over the smashed enemy corpses, deformed helmets that fell to the ground, and those stained with blood. German weapons.

With an unstoppable tendency to crush everything, they finally approached the front line of the crossfire, facing the faces of the German troops who were still fighting desperately.

"Good high-explosive bombs!"

"Aimed!"

"Blow that Nasbrite away for me!"

boom--

Amidst the rumbles of cannon fire, the German soldiers who were still resisting soon discovered sadly that the Russian attack they thought was fierce enough was actually less than half the enemy's strength. The scene where the ferocious Stalin steel behemoth crushes people in the face and eats people is a real nightmare.

"Where is the Iron Fist!? Where is the Iron Fist!? Give me the Iron Fist!"

"No more, either lost or used up! Not a single box is gone, and there are only three of us left in the class!"

"Damn! Fight with those Russians, bring grenades"

Boom——

The grenade is said to arrive, and this is what one wishes for.

It's just that it's not the M24 brand, but the Stalin 122 brand.

A loud explosion that soared into the sky raised up a large amount of dust, and along with it, all three German soldiers who were at a loss were thrown into the air. They were thrown into the sky and turned into a trace of soil and dust under the bloody wind, leaving no trace of struggle.

The IS6 heavy tank with green smoke remaining on its muzzle slowly advanced and continued to move forward. Most of the soldiers were charging forward and fighting on the front line of fire. There are only two or three soldiers around it who are not guarding it, and it cannot see all the surrounding situations, leaving a visual blind spot.

A half-buried earthen bunker that had been bombarded to the point of collapse, covering the entrance and exit, and all the people inside should have died.

The mouth of a black iron pipe suddenly poked out. On one side of the wall of the iron pipe, there was a pair of bloodshot and fierce eyes peering at everything outside. He was ready for everything and was about to take revenge.

boom--

The soldiers were unaware of the attack, and the IS6 heavy tank advancing forward was completely defenseless.

An 88 mm caliber tank-killing rocket hit the bull's-eye. At an extremely close range that allowed for precise aiming, it directly hit the unarmored running gear on the side of the IS6 heavy tank body. It was even attached to the vehicle. The additional armor on the body skirt can't protect it, it's just a bare piece.

The hot metal jet penetrated the most fragile side armor of the IS6 heavy tank and shot directly into the vehicle.

The propellant cartridges and ammunition racks stored at the bottom of the vehicle were directly ignited, and flames immediately shot into the sky. Violent eruptions of flames and billowing white smoke violently erupted directly from the vehicle. In the flames, there were still struggling and shouting Pyroman climbing out of the vehicle. outside.

Everything ends here. At that moment when the screen seems to be paused, there are only blazing flames and an expression of pain, followed closely by the ammunition rack at the end of the turret, which was triggered by the chain of violent explosions and instantaneous explosions caused by the burning of the propellant. ring.