Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

"Tighten the encirclement," Otto ordered, "The 34th and 34th Regiments, begin the final encirclement and annihilation."

The two armored regiments were like giant steel tongs, tightening little by little. The Panther tanks were arranged in a fan shape, and the armored grenadiers continued to advance under the cover of the tanks.

"Attention, Tenth Regiment," Miller commanded, "advance 34 meters at a time and maintain fire suppression. Don't give them a chance to break out in a concentrated manner."

The tank group adopted a jump-in tactic, with one part of the tank advancing while the other part provided fire cover. The T-80s of the Tsarist Russia tried to counterattack, but each counterattack was met with several times the firepower.

"The 34th Regiment will outflank them," Otto continued, "cutting off all possible routes of retreat."

The armored grenadiers crawled forward in the snow, and the Panzerfaust rocket launchers kept looking for opportunities. Once they found that the enemy armored vehicles were trying to move, they would immediately attack them.

"They are trapped in the middle," the communicator reported the battlefield situation, "the range of activity is less than one square kilometer."

Otto observed the battlefield: "Very good, keep compressing. This is the price of challenging the Northern Division."

The situation of the 215th Armored Regiment became increasingly difficult. Their tanks were forced to line up in a circle with their backs to each other, trying to organize an all-round defense, but the firepower network of the Northern Division was already impenetrable.

"Push forward another 34 meters," Miller ordered, "pay attention to coordination and don't give them a chance to exploit loopholes."

The Panther tanks fired one after another, and the crossfire ruthlessly crushed any attempt to break out. The armored grenadiers specifically targeted those who tried to maneuver, making the enemy's range of movement smaller and smaller.

"They are struggling to survive," the 34th Regiment commander reported, "Should we launch a general attack immediately?"

"No," Otto said calmly, "just close the net slowly. Let them see what real armored tactics are."

The encirclement and annihilation of the two armored regiments was proceeding in an orderly manner. This was not a fierce charge, but a carefully planned strangulation. The Northern Division used the most professional tactics to push the armored regiment to destruction step by step.

On this snowy plain, the 215th Armored Regiment was experiencing its final moments, while the two armored regiments of the Northern Division were like ruthless hunters, carrying out their final encirclement and suppression.

A T-80 main battle tank was trying to break through the encirclement, and its 125mm main gun roared, breaking the tracks of a Panther tank. But the next second, three armor-piercing shells tore through its side armor, and the turret was blown into the air, with burning diesel pouring down like a waterfall.

"Keep suppressing!" Miller's orders echoed over the radio.

The Panther tanks were closing the encirclement, their turrets were rotating, and their main guns were constantly spewing flames. The crossfire formed a net of death, and any armored vehicle that tried to break through would be instantly shot into a sieve.

A team of armored grenadiers suddenly stood up from behind a snow pile, and the tail flames of the Panzerfaust rocket launchers drew bright tracks in the snow. A BMP armored personnel carrier was hit in the fuel tank, and the violent explosion dyed the surrounding snow black.

"We are surrounded!" The shouts of the Tsarist Russian armored troops came through the radio.

The tanks of the 215th Armored Regiment kept turning in the circle, their gun barrels spewing flames, trying to break through this circle of death. But every attempt was met with a fiercer counterattack, and more tanks turned into burning metal coffins in the dense artillery fire.

The snowfield was full of tracer bullets, armor-piercing bullets made a sharp whistle when they penetrated the armor. Explosions were heard one after another, and black smoke rose from dozens of burning tanks, turning the originally white snowfield into a Shura field.

"Well done!" Otto observed the battlefield, "Keep retreating, don't give them a chance to breathe."

The armored grenadiers continued to advance under the cover of thick smoke, and the whistling sound of the Panzerfaust rocket launchers was like the whisper of death. One after another, armored vehicles lost their combat effectiveness under precise strikes and became metal tombs on the snowy plain.

The air was filled with smoke and flames. The tank tracks rolled through blood and fire, and the turrets flew off in the explosions. This was a brutal armored fight. The two armored regiments of the Northern Division were using the most professional tactics to completely destroy this Russian armored force.

In this circle of death, the struggle of the 215th Armored Regiment was becoming weaker and weaker. The encirclement was still tightening little by little, like a huge pair of steel scissors, completely cutting this armored unit into pieces.

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The communicator tried to adjust the frequency to penetrate the increasing electromagnetic interference.

"Report to General Kulikov!" Gorbachev continued, "We have fallen into a trap! The 34th and 34th Armored Regiments of the Northern Division have completely surrounded us!"

Explosions sounded one after another in the background of the communication.

"Our situation is extremely critical! More than half of our armored personnel carriers have been lost, and our tank formations have been compressed into an area of ​​less than one square kilometer. The enemy's firepower network is too dense... We can't find a gap to break through!"

A shell exploded near the command vehicle, and the communications equipment made a harsh noise.

"Request immediate support! Repeat, request immediate support!" Gorbachev's voice was filled with despair, "The intelligence of the Northern Division is false! They deliberately let our reconnaissance planes see a false deployment! Now we have fallen into their trap completely!"

"Sir!" the communicator suddenly shouted, "The enemy is interfering with our communications! The signal is getting weaker!"

Gorbachev grabbed the backup communicator: "General Kulikov! If you can hear me, please mobilize the reserves immediately! We can't hold out much longer! The 34th Armored Regiment is about to... about to..."

The communication was suddenly interrupted, leaving only the harsh sound of electricity.

"Damn it!" Gorbachev smashed the communicator, "They didn't even give us a chance to ask for help!"

The chief of staff turned pale: "Commander, how long can we...how long can we hold on?"

Gorbachev looked out the window at the tightening encirclement and watched tank after tank burning in the artillery fire. He knew that if support did not arrive in time, the 215th Armored Regiment would completely disappear on this snowy plain.

"Keep trying to contact division headquarters," he gritted his teeth, "any way you can! We must let General Kulikov know what is happening here!"

But he knew in his heart that even if the news got out, by the time the reinforcements arrived, this place would have already become the burial place of the 215th Armored Regiment. The trap set by the Northern Division was ruthlessly harvesting their lives.