Steel Soviet Union

"105 report, we are breaking through the final position! The Germans' resistance is tenacious, but it is gradually being crushed. There are a large number of enemy fortifications in front of me firing, requesting fire support!"

"Turn, turn to avoid! 105, there is a German missile truck in front of you, be careful!"

Although I don’t know the name of the latest German guy’s headless car that is as big as a telegraph pole, but the iconic features of its appearance can give it the nickname “missile car” that is easy to understand. .

At this point in the battle, the most unexpected thing is that the German guy actually has a missile truck in his hand, but it is different from the headless tiger before.

It was a magical transformation vehicle based on the chassis of the Panzer IV tank. The biggest difference from the headless tiger was that the body of this vehicle only carried two "huge telegraph poles", and the launcher was simpler. And fragile.

The several telescopic tubes protruding from the front end of the vehicle body and directly below the missile warhead are as eye-catching and visible as the periscope of a submarine. These things are undoubtedly the eyes of this shabby missile vehicle, from detecting enemies to aiming and Guidance relies entirely on these tubes. After getting close enough, I finally figured out with my own eyes how the German thing works and fights.

Just as Malashenko guessed, this thing is essentially an enlarged version of the infantry anti-tank missile. In addition to the increased charge, enhanced power, and the huge size of the missile, everything from enemy tracking to guidance to combat methods There is no change at all. It is a direct transplantation and copying of the same type of technology. It has changed from a fixed position deployment to a mobile vehicle, nothing more.

They say you German guy has a lot of black technology and a lot of shit! No matter how much so-called black technology there is, there is a limit, and nothing beyond Malashenko's understanding can appear on the battlefield.

Seeing the German guy's mindless stuff like "Since I can't penetrate the armor, then I'll pile up a huge amount of explosives and smash it hard", I deeply feel that the German guy has always made his fortune by relying on the eccentric skills of the sword. This Next, Malashenko, who really has no work left, just wants to laugh.

"Stop advancing, don't go any further! Keep a distance from the enemy and wait for orders! The rocket assault battalion is ready to bomb! The whole battalion fires in volley!"

Battles that can be resolved with firepower should never be piled up with casualties.

In Malashenko's eyes, if the last shell of the leader division can be used and victory happens, this is probably the best result, which illustrates the leader division's operational purpose of "maximizing the use of firepower to reduce casualties." , has been well implemented.

Although we know that this is only a "theoretical possibility", we still have to try our best to achieve this goal in actual combat. Now we use the newly loaded TOS-1 rocket assault tanks to send the Germans on their last journey and fight The last bombing in the Battle of Zero Highlands is obviously a very good choice. Since I have sufficient firepower on hand, why don't I use it?

I didn’t say anything, just blow him up and that’s it!

Fire!

Boo hoo hoo hoo——

Every time the TOS-1 cluster fires, the high-temperature flames ejected from the tail of the launch box close to the ground are enough to ignite the lawn, creating a blazing flame zone around TOS-1. This looks like a group of "flaming chariots" roaring towards Fasis, dropping large swaths of fire and projecting it onto the enemy's Heavenly Spirit Cap to destroy everything.

One company has 12 vehicles, and the three companies of the battalion plus battalion-level command vehicles total 38 vehicles. This is the total combat power of Malashenko's strongest divisional firepower unit "Rocket Assault Battalion" - a total of 608 310mm rockets. "Andlyusa" universal rocket.

There is no mercy, and no consideration is given to firepower saturation and ammunition waste.

608 Andryusha rockets fell straight down with a force that was stronger than hail falling from the sky. They fell in clusters with a terrifying whistling sound like a hell train, and hit the only piece of German troops in the entire Zello Highlands. Within the fortification group under control.

The power of this terrifying cluster blast was so shaking that the rising and rolling air waves could be seen clearly even by the Red Army reconnaissance planes that were hovering in the sky and happened to be passing over the battlefield.

The two Red Army pilots, one behind the other, couldn't take their eyes away. They saw that the visible battlefield of Zelo Highlands below looked like a volcanic eruption. The area with the most intense fighting was erupting and steaming upwards. Even from the air, they only felt terrible flames. Heat wave. It is impossible to imagine what happened there, let alone believe that any army can fight to the death under such fierce firepower.

"Did you see that? What's going on down there? I've never seen a land battle go like this. Never."

"I haven't seen it either, so I'm hurrying to take photos. I hope the photos I bring back will be useful. I'll try to change the angle and fly closer, and I'll take two more photos."

"I know, sit tight."

It wasn't until he got closer and adjusted the fuselage's roll and rotation to a greater degree that the pilot in the front seat, responsible for controlling the flight attitude, turned his head and took a look and discovered it.

The tanks on the ground surrounded by flames were reversing out of the flames. The tanks had a strange appearance that I had never seen before. I could even see that some crew members had already poked their heads out and saw themselves in the sky. , waving to the comrades in the sky.

"Fortunately, such terrible equipment belongs to our Red Army. I can't imagine what would happen if the German weapons fell on our heads."

The main pilot in the front seat was lamenting the battlefield below, and another comrade in the back seat who had just finished taking photos arrived in response.

"This won't happen. The troops are almost finished. Besides, the troops below are the leader's division. Their new equipment always shocks your eyes. I once regretted not learning to be a tank soldier. I can follow the horse It is an honor for General Rashenko to conquer these fascists."

Malashenko didn't know what the two comrades in the inconspicuous little plane in the sky were talking about, but he knew that the German who was being stewed in a pot in front of him was already dying and was about to be destroyed.

Twisted steel, burning positions, corpses everywhere, and countless ruin-like broken bunkers and fortifications

There is nothing that can protect these Germans anymore. Whether it is the Corian or the missile tank, most of the so-called final trump card has been blown into twisted steel wreckage and blazing crematorium. .

Most of the large-caliber anti-tank guns and howitzers deployed in the fortifications were buried and covered by collapsed and shattered concrete. The serious loss of technical weapons had reached the point where the Germans could no longer support the Germans' continued complacency.

The sun was about to set on the distant horizon. The tired but high-spirited Red Army soldiers, stained by traces of war all over their bodies, looked at the smoke-blasted enemy positions, waiting only for the order from their comrade, the division commander, to finish. everything.

There is still no sign of the Germans raising the white flag on a large scale to surrender, and Malashenko cannot continue to sit still and wait for that uncertain scene.

Whether it is surrender or destruction is not important to Malashenko at all. All Malashenko wants is victory. As for the Germans, they do not care about life or death. The moment of final charge against the sunset is now.

"Leader division, attack the enemy! Charge!"