"Shelling, concealment" As soon as the shouts began, a sharp and piercing whistling sound was already cut through the air.
Then the explosion began to pound the ground violently, and the powerful shock wave formed a deadly wave, enveloping the high-speed spinning monolith and sweeping everything.
The earth shook violently, as if the magma beneath the earth was about to burst out of its shell and destroy everything in the world.
Major Yakov Zhugashvili, the artillery chief of the 9th Mechanized Corps, was curled up at the bottom of the damp and muddy bomb crater in the posture of a standard Red Army soldier with his head in his hands and his knees on his chest, his eyelids and lips tightly closed, his body trembling slightly, he really regretted his "willfulness" now, he should have been sitting in a bright and spacious office in the comfort and safety of Minsk, waiting to hear the good news or defeat from the front But now, he was huddled in a ball, hiding in a damned mud puddle, ready to be blown to pieces by the shells of the imperialist enemy And this scene is also a bit absurd, the Soviet Red Army, which has always prided itself on artillery, is now being pressed by the artillery of the Germans and the French, and this round of shelling began an hour or maybe two hours ago.
Prior to that, the Red Army took the Germans by surprise with T3457 tanks, ZI2 anti-tank guns and 85 anti-aircraft guns, destroying more than 100 No. 4 tanks, mostly repairable.
Then the Germans began shelling, first the tank guns opened fire, and soon their rear artillery groups joined in. of rocket artillery, or some other cannon, there is actually an endless bombardment of 170 heavy cannons I don't know how long it took for the sound of the landslide and tsunami of shelling to finally fade from dense to thin, and after a few more minutes, the last dull roar finally put an end to this long-lasting and maddening shelling.
Yakov's head was groggy and he struggled to his feet, dirt and rocks sliding down his body.
Only then did he realize that the bomb crater where he was hiding had been half buried by the dirt kicked up by German artillery fire.
He looked up and down, and his surroundings had changed drastically.
The grove was completely gone, leaving only some burning roots, which could hold off enemy tanks, but could not provide sufficient cover for the ZIS2 anti-tank guns.
Thinking of the anti-tank gun, Yakov quickly searched around with wide eyes, but the result made him very upset.
After an unknown few hours of almost perverted artillery fire, most of the 16 ZIS2 anti-tank guns under his command disappeared, leaving only 3 ZIS2 anti-tank guns that were originally arranged by large trees against thick and large tree stumps, which seemed to be unharmed.
Yakov thought to himself: as long as there is one more artillery, then the anti-tank artillery regiment will have to continue fighting "Bolshevik Party members, youth league members, heroic fighters of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army" The urging shouts of the political commissar of the anti-tank artillery regiment sounded from behind Yakov.
Of course, Yakov is not under his control, he can turn around and escape.
But he didn't want to be a deserter, he thought that if he fled at a critical moment, his father Stalin would be angry, thinking of the "loving father" angry appearance, in fact, he didn't run away Stalin was even more angry, Yakov gritted his teeth and took out the binoculars in the half-buried bomb crater and began to observe the battlefield.
Now that it was dark, German or French attack planes were circling in the air, occasionally dropping a bunch of bombs or firing a burst of artillery at the exposed T3457 tank "Emancipating all of humanity" "Ulla" "In defense of the Soviet Fatherland" "Ulla" "In Defense of the Great Leader Stalin" "Ulla" Yakov's thoughts were interrupted by the cheers of the mountains and the tsunami, and he turned his head to see a large group of soldiers and tanks coming up from the rear.
This should be another batch of cannon fodder sent by Vasilevsky, and the commander of the Belarusian Front doesn't know what to think, knowing that he can't beat the Germans, and he has to fight the Germans to the death "SS, honor is loyalty, forward" "Wehrmacht, for Germany, forward" When the shelling was over, the German panzer group, which had also been reinforced, began to launch another round of attacks.
Vasilevsky refused to give up, and Manstein was even less willing to give up the battle of Rakov Zaslavl. 3457, ZIS2's sharp firepower caused his armored cluster to lose more than a hundred blocks and two hundred tanks.
But the total number of tank assault guns in his 11 armored divisions was more than 4,000 units, and this loss was simply a drop in the bucket.
Moreover, another feature of tank battles is that most of the tanks lying on the battlefield can be repaired.
In other words, the victorious side can repair both the broken tanks on its own side and the broken tanks on the enemy's side.
So it's nothing to break a little tank, the really valuable thing is the crew of an experienced tank.
Because the Soviet 57 gun was less powerful, and the gearbox in front of the No. 4 tank could be used as a shell, the losses of the German tank crew were far less than the damage to the tank.
Having received a large number of reinforcements, the German tank sea appeared on the battlefield again, and in greater numbers than before.
Taking advantage of the previous shelling, countless Tiger, No. 4, Rhino tank destroyers and No. 3 tanks had formed five wedge-shaped offensive formations on the battlefield.
By the time the shelling was over, thousands of tanks and assault guns, as well as other armored vehicles, had been activated, and the battlefield was filled with the roar of motors.
The sea of tanks in the German Empire once again set off a monstrous wave Boom, boom, boom The artillery and tanks on the Red Army positions opened fire, and the sound of artillery rang out, and the German tank group on the opposite side was immediately drowned out by rows of rising fireballs, and the scene looked very spectacular.
But Yakov, who was lying in the mud puddle, shook his head slightly.
Because he knew that if the 57 guns had penetrated the frontal armor of the German tanks, it was unlikely that such a scene would have been made.
Because if the shells of the 57 gun exploded inside the tank, it was most likely a cloud of smoke coming out of the hatch on the top of the tank.
However, the scene of detonating ammunition or hitting the power of the 57 gun in the fuel tank with a small probability of hitting this effect is much more violent.
The neat rows of fireballs in front of me were most likely shells exploding on the frontal armor steel plates of the German Tiger tanks or hitting the open space.
And the reason for this is mainly due to the fact that the distance of fire is too long, and the ZIS 2 type 57 anti-tank gun can penetrate the front of the Tiger tank, maybe only 500 meters, or maybe 300 meters.
But in the face of the surging tank sea offensive of the German army, how dare the Soviet commanders put the enemy at such a close distance, and there are countless No. 4 tanks behind those Tiger tanks, so they would rather attack the tank tracks that are difficult to hit, but also try to resist the enemy at a longer distance.
However, after a burst of artillery fire, the German tank group still advanced steadily, the distance between the two sides became closer and closer, and the artillery fire on the Soviet side became more and more fierce, and occasionally some German tanks were hit, and after moving forward for a short distance by inertia, they lay still like dead pigs.
"It's too little, it's not good."
Yakov was watching from behind and was anxious to hit these tanks, which were not even scratched by the skin for the huge sea of German tanks.
And at this moment, there was a sudden confusion in the German armored cluster, and the pace of the advance slowed down.
It turned out that the Tiger tanks that were rushing to the front and the Rhino tank destroyers behind them stopped advancing, just 1,000 meters from the front line of the Soviet troops.
The artillery bombarded heavily, covering the attack of tank No. 4H and Panzergrenadiers.
Brutal battles were fought as scheduled, with anti-tank guns, anti-aircraft guns, tanks, red iron fists, cluster grenades, explosive packs, and all the weapons that could be used to fend off the tanks were thrown into the battle against the Nazi tank clusters.
However, the disparity in strength between the two sides was so great that even the Red Army soldiers could not stop the German tanks from breaking through their first and second trenches, and the fire of the German Panzergrenadiers that followed was equally overwhelming.
The KB42 automatic carbine, with individual firepower comparable to that of a Soviet infantry squad, was not at all something that the Red Army fighters with Mosin Nagant rifles with bayonets could withstand.
The last 3 ZIS2 anti-tank guns in the hands of Yakov Zhugashvili, the head of artillery, had also been destroyed by the German tanks by this time.
Seeing several No. 4 tanks spitting out flames and roaring forward, a group of German soldiers wearing steel helmets with big ears rushed to the front.
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Everyone began to run away, and Yakov was also left with no master, and he also fled back with everyone.
With his head bowed and his waist bowed, he followed closely behind several soldiers of the 9th Motorized Anti-Tank Artillery Regiment.
When I turned around by chance, I saw several No. 4 tanks still in hot pursuit.
A few brave Red Army soldiers who rushed out of nowhere pounced with grenades, but were soon killed by the German infantry with automatic carbines and became glorious revolutionary martyrs.
"I should be like them, dedicate myself to the cause of GCISM," Yakov Zhugashvili thought to himself, but the pace of flight did not slow down, but the German tanks ran faster, and the distance between the two sides became closer and closer Yakov, for the cause of the liberation of mankind and Comrade Stalin's Moscow account, run quickly t1706231537: