Steel Soviet Union

If you describe the fight that seemed relatively easy just now as smooth sailing.

So for the current German army, the current battle situation, the group of enemies in front of them has not changed, but reinforcements have come, it can be said that it is like a thick moving iron wall hitting the face, smashing His body was covered with flesh and blood, and he couldn't relax for a while. He didn't know why the battle situation had changed so suddenly.

Under Malashenko's order, 177 vehicles, including the comrade commander, were temporarily missing.

All IS7 heavy tanks maintained full firepower and were pressed forward. All the machine guns on the body were like moving machine gun bunkers, spitting out violent tongues of fire. The super-large tube main guns holding up the huge muzzle brakes kept bursting out. It emitted blazing fire and flames, and threw projectiles one after another towards the oncoming enemy amidst the roar and roar.

"Comrades, attack the enemy! Victory belongs to the leading division, long live Stalin! Hurrah!!!"

The regiment-level political commissar who came to the scene to direct the battle and maintain morale raised his arms and shouted, raised the Tokarev TT33 pistol tightly in his hand and shouted loudly, releasing the most shocking war roar to the enemy.

Scenes like this happened countless times and were staged on the battlefields of the protracted Great Patriotic War, but every time they happened, they always had the best effect. Project morale, courage and fearlessness into every warrior on your side, bring terror, fear and death to any enemy who dares to use the mantis as a chariot, crushing everything.

U-la——

"Shasen! The Russians are going crazy! Hold them all back, don't retreat, stick to the front!!!"

As long as "Ula" sounds on the battlefield, the German commander, no matter how clever he is, will understand one thing.

It doesn't matter how powerful the enemy you face is, or whether it's easy to deal with or difficult to deal with. It doesn't matter.

The important thing is that they are really going to fight you.

The wrath of a common man can only cause blood to splash in five steps, but facing this group of life-hungry Russians will cause more than just five steps of blood. The German army, which originally had the advantage but was overwhelmed by a wave of defeat and turned into victory, was full of people. It is natural to imagine the scene where the Russians on the opposite side, who were already beaten to death, rushed over.

"Damn it! Out of ammo, ammo man! I need ammo"

call out--

crackling——

"The machine gunner is dead, who is going to lift the machine gun up! Go quickly"

Boom——

The machine gunner who was set up next to the shop window on the street was shot and fell before he could call for ammunition. The squad leader who called his soldiers to come over to take over didn't even finish his words. A shot fired from the muzzle of an unknown IS7. The 130mm high-explosive grenade fired from inside was already riding on the face and roaring.

The huge blast wave instantly turned the entire first-floor shop upside down. The Red Navy 130 grenade, which was astonishingly powerful and far superior to the 122 Heirloom, showed no mercy or kindness at all.

The firestorm carried dust and dust, and the things that were blown away and thrown onto the street were not just broken furniture, construction debris and broken bricks. In addition, pieces of flesh and white bones that couldn't be distinguished from who they were and what parts they belonged to were thrown out together, and the smell of destruction lingered in the red and white color stained with dust.

"Back off! Back off! We can't hold it anymore, the tanks are already coming!"

The German soldiers in front who couldn't bear it anymore were shouting and retreating.

"Coward! No retreat! The Führer will twist your heads off and continue fighting!"

The fanatical Nazi officers at the rear were yelling at each other with their pistols in their hands, ready to pull the trigger at any time to stop any possible retreat.

Facing the rumbling Russian steel monsters, the German commanders no matter how bad their brains are, know that if these big and terrifying war machines are not dealt with, any attempt to stop the Russian offensive can only be performance art. .

The tanks and assault guns on the streets used to support the attack and cover the breakthrough had been smashed to pieces by the Russian giant artillery, and not much was left. The narrow streets are not convenient for deploying troops. The troop restrictions are the same for the Germans themselves. It will not change at all because they are locals fighting in their own country. The battlefield environment is so fair, bloody and cruel.

Without the support of armored vehicles that were already small in number and at an absolute disadvantage in quality, the German army had no choice but to use the most inefficient method to try to solve the battle: use infantry to fight tanks.

The good news is that many of the buildings on both sides of the street are still in the hands of the Germans.

At least before those red-eyed Russian soldiers kicked open the door and used grenades to break in, the German soldiers in the house could still make a last-ditch effort with all the anti-tank weapons they could find. This was the case on the street. The Germans, who were still unwilling to give up the attack and took the initiative to retreat, had the last chance.

"This is indoors! Are you crazy? The wake will blow us all out. We can't fight like this!"

"Shut up! There is no other way. If you go outside, you will be a target! Open the door, and I will destroy the Russian tractor right here!"

The main shooter, who was carrying the iron pipe, was irritable and had bloodshot eyes. He didn't care about the deputy shooter's kind words and just shouted for him to open the door, ready to fight the Russian steel monsters rumbling towards him outside the window. .

Seeing that his persuasion was ineffective, the deputy shooter had no choice but to immediately turn around, cover his helmet with his hands, and dash away amidst the explosions and earthquakes coming from the street. He arrived at the door and opened it. , he didn't even have time to go back the way he came, he just turned around and lay down immediately.

"Go to hell! Russian pig!"

boom--

The "Tank Killer" 88mm rocket launcher carried on the shoulder sprayed out blazing fire, and the tail end of the steel pipe spurted out a scorching wake, violently spraying and reverberating in the room, just as the deputy shooter counted seconds. As warned by the kind words before.

The 88mm rocket that escaped from the barrel flew straight out with an orange tail flame, and headed straight towards the target which was not far away.

The steel behemoth, which seemed unaware of the target, but actually might not have cared much about it even if it was aware of it, had no time to dodge, and was hit solidly by the 88mm rocket on the side armor plate of the car body, but it hit the target. The corners are not straight.

The 88mm rocket, with an incident angle of almost 45 degrees, detonated smoothly, causing a burst of fire and flames and kicking up clouds of dust.

Even with the door open, the crazy main shooter was still knocked to the ground by the residual power of the wake. It was only then that he could barely get up from the ground, and the rocket launcher tube in his hand had already fallen to the ground.

Rather than immediately bending down to pick up the weapon and reload it, he was obviously more concerned about the results of the "fatal blow" just now.

And the huge cannon tube slowly protruding from the dissipating black smoke was already pointing towards him. It was the best and only result that reality had given him.