Steel Soviet Union

I couldn't see my fingers in the dark cellar. The moment I rushed into the cellar, I felt that my eyes went dark and then I couldn't see anything. Malashenko, who lost his balance, and Iushkin who was running in front, snowballed together. They fell into a ball together.

"Uh shit, it's so dark in here."

While mumbling, he struggled to get up from the ground. The sunlight shining in from outside the cellar hole barely allowed Malashenko to see everything around him clearly.

"Are they all still alive? Count!"

Almost at the same time as Malashenko, he got up from the ground. Several other crew members who almost fell into the cellar in a tumbling posture quickly got up from the ground.

"Kiril, it's okay"

"It's okay, he's not dead."

"Iushkin can still fight."

Although the voices that answered were almost all gasping for air and had just experienced a life-and-death race, luckily, all four crew members of the No. 177 crew were unharmed after a round of dive and strafing by the Stuka.

The empty cellar can be described as almost invisible. The dark scene is only illuminated by the sunlight coming in from the hole in the ground. It can barely make Malashenko see clearly the people standing around him. Which one is it?

The deafening explosions from the ground continued, and the explosions transmitted along the ground shook the entire cellar. The earth fell and dust filled the air. The situation on the battlefield outside was obviously still not optimistic, so Iushkin couldn't help but look towards Malashenko. Be the first to ask.

"Comrade commander and comrade political commissar are still leading people to fight. What should we do?"

He hid in the cellar just to temporarily avoid the fierce bombing of the German Stukas. In the end, continuing to stay here was not an option. Malashenko's expression looked a little solemn.

"Wait a moment, wait until those Stukas stop staring at us, and then immediately go out to support the battle. I guess these shit-eating German planes don't have much ammunition."

The Stuka is not a professional ground attack aircraft designed for protracted frontline battles. Its most fatal shortcoming is that it carries too little ammunition and can only carry out two or three rounds of dive bombing attacks at most.

Malashenko, who had been pinned to the ground and rubbed by the Stuka for at least ten minutes, estimated based on past experience that the Stukas, who were still circling overhead, should retreat in a few minutes.

Although the order from Malashenko seemed to disregard his comrades, in the final analysis it was the only helpless choice that could be made based on the current reality.

Although the other people present were very angry and wanted to rush out of the cellar right now, judging from the deafening and continuous movements at this moment, if they ran out desperately at this time, they would be killed in less than a minute. The Stukas were torn to pieces. They, the Soviet tank soldiers, were the focus of the Stukas' trip.

No matter how unwilling he was, he could only hold back his temper and choose to wait silently in the cellar.

Just two minutes seemed to Malashenko and his crew members to be longer than a year. The tightly clenched palms were already soaked with sweat, and the self-defense weapons they carried were They held it in their hands and were ready to fight at any time. The soldiers who were eager to go out and fight the fascist invaders to the death soon waited for the opportunity.

The Stuka's swooping screams that had been ringing over the village for nearly fifteen minutes finally began to fade away, and the huge tremors and deafening explosions that were originally coming through the ground also weakened and disappeared a lot.

Realizing that the Stukas were almost out of ammunition, Malashenko immediately waved his hand in the direction of the cellar entrance. Several people holding weapons in their hands immediately hunched over and carefully climbed up the slope stairs to the cellar entrance.

When he stuck his head out and looked around, he could only see the miserable wreckage of the tanks and the rolling flames. The smell of flames and blood filling the air made Malashenko couldn't help but frown. Looking at this Judging from the situation, even if the troops under his command were not completely wiped out, they would suffer extremely heavy casualties.

Malashenko, who raised his head and looked at the sky above his head, was blinded by the scorching sun.

In the sun-scorched sky, except for a few Stukas that were doing their final circling and seemed to be observing the results of the ground battle, the rest of the Stuka fleet had thrown away all the ammunition they carried and quickly fled away. The six BF109s, which were just to ensure that they were not massacred by any incoming Soviet fighter jets, also left with them.

Without those hateful buzzing flies above his head, Malashenko could finally show off his skills. He immediately tightened his grip on the Somi submachine gun in his hand and ran towards the location of his car in his memory. The other three crew members The members followed closely behind their commander and galloped forward.

During the ten minutes of indiscriminate bombardment by Stukas, in addition to the tank troops personally led by Malashenko, which suffered heavy losses, the infantry defense line led by Political Commissar Petrov himself was in even worse condition.

The last few KV1 heavy tanks that persisted in firing at the German tanks despite the fierce bombing were all destroyed in the fifth minute of the Stuka's arrival. These loyal Soviet tank soldiers practiced their red flag with blood-soaked sacrifices. The oath made.

Without these last and most powerful anti-tank firepower to defend the position, Lieutenant Colonel Dobler, realizing that the great opportunity was right in front of him, immediately shouted over the radio channel and ordered the entire army to attack.

More than thirty German tanks lined up in a row rushed toward the fragile defense line with only infantry left.

The 50mm tank gun, which cannot penetrate the solid frontal armor of Soviet tanks, is quite efficient at killing unprotected soft target infantry. The 50mm small water pipe high-explosive bomb can still cause several Red Army soldiers to fall to the ground instantly as long as it is fired accurately. The effect, not to mention that Lieutenant Colonel Dobler also had short-barreled Panzer IV tanks to support the infantry with 75mm artillery.

The German armored troops, who were jumping behind their horses and wielding their swords, attacked so fast that the German infantry who originally followed the tanks on foot to launch the attack could no longer keep up with the tanks. They could only throw away their arms and run as fast as they could without even taking a shot. Keep up.

The few anti-tank guns in hand had long been destroyed by the extremely precise direct firepower of the German tanks. Although Malashenko's tank troops retreated to the village to attract the Stuka's attention, they were regarded as This solves the urgent problem that infantry positions may be bombed simultaneously.

But the really difficult battle has just begun for political commissar Petrov at this moment.