Author: Corgi

"Smoke a cigarette slowly, comrade instructor."

The loyal guard of the Sea Soul Shirt - Comrade Stenev really couldn't stand it.

I don’t know how to operate artillery, and I don’t understand communication equipment. My only responsibility is to personally protect the division commander in the war zone assigned by the political commissar, and I must not leave a step away.

But now the teacher is not in danger, so he doesn't need to sacrifice his own tendons with a sea soul shirt to protect himself.

All the comrades at the scene were busy, and even the commander was so anxious that they were paced back and forth like an ant on the hot pan, but they didn't have anything to do. Steve, who couldn't help with anything, was in a hurry and had no choice but to do it.

After thinking for a long time, I could only take out the cigarette box from my pocket, which was entirely out of kindness to see if I could help the teacher and comrades "share their worries".

Marashenko, who was indeed anxious and uneasy, stopped after hearing this, paused for a moment and then reached out to take the cigarette handed over by Stenev.

The cigarette roll was stuck in his fingertips and was about to be delivered to his mouth. Looking at the lighter that Sternev had already taken the initiative to slap and handed it to him, thinking about it, Marashenko still couldn't take the cigarette in the end.

"I'll draw later, and then the Sukabulie's broken tower collapses."

It has rarely been seen that Marashenko took the initiative to refuse to draw one, and Stenev saw it today.

That is, when this former naval infantry man didn't know what he should say or do next.

The battalion commander of the Rocket Assault Battalion, who had been busy taking action by himself and leading the team to make the map, finally rushed to Malashenko in three steps and two steps, with his freshly released results.

"It's out! It's out! Comrade of the Division!"

"Um!?"

Marashenko, who was so anxious that he was wandering around in the spot like an ant on the hot pan, was waiting for this sentence. Without saying a word, he snatched the draft paper handed to him and spoke in response.

"Are the results confirmed? Is there any problem?"

While speaking, he was also looking at the shelling calibration parameters that had just been calculated and summarized on the draft paper in front of him. He looked at the speed of ten lines at a glance and repeatedly confirmed.

Facing the final inquiry from the division commander, the battalion commander dared not say 100% guarantee, but he did his best to speak firmly.

"Check three times, I will confirm it myself three times. If there is any problem, please deal with the military law!"

"very good!"

Things on the battlefield are never 100% accurate, which is like no responsible surgeon will not have a responsible surgeon in any surgery. It is like you say that 100% will not go wrong.

Marashenko is satisfied enough to get such a result now.

"Send the news! Send it immediately!"

"yes!"

In this era when communication methods are underdeveloped and battlefield feedback is lagging, the "Red Stalingrad" reloading process, which started in half an hour, gave sufficient time to understand and calculate and pass on the precise shelling calibration parameters.

More than 30 kilometers away from Marashenko's location, there are giant artillery positions protected by tight anti-aircraft artillery positions, guard infantry and tank soldiers.

Zhukov, who was on the scene to supervise the battle and observe, took the hot telegram handed to him by the commander-in-chief, glanced at the detailed numbers and text information recorded on it, and then spoke up.

"Just as mentioned above, I believe the comrades in the city."

"Yes! Comrade Marshal!"

The artillery Major General who received the telegram from Comrade Zhu quickly turned around and left, and rushed towards the "Red Stalingrad" that was not far away from each other and after the projectiles and the launching medicine were successively put into the chamber, the next bullet bolt was closed.

"I am still incredible that the Germans have created such a war machine, Comrade Marshal. I can't imagine how our comrades fought to the last moment when Sevastopol slammed our comrades to such a terrifying force."

Comrade Chief of Staff who came with Zhukov was not as powerful as Comrade Old Zhu.

At that time, it was not on the special invitation list offered by the leader Comrade Stalin. He was unable to accompany Comrade Loyal to the Kubinka Weapon Testing Field to experience the glory of the "Red Stalingrad" for the first time.

The first time I witnessed this terrifying power of destruction, Comrade Chief of Staff was shocked, so shocked that he didn't know how to use words to accurately express his mood at this moment. So I couldn't help but think of the comrades who fought bravely until the last moment in Sevastopol, and it was under such power of destruction that they proved their courage and loyalty.

"It's all over, and I promise that such a scene will never happen to our motherland again, and will never."

Zhukov's words slowly spoke were inexplicably sad.

After experiencing countless seas of corpses and blood and fighting all the way, it finally reached the last moment before victory. The indelible memory of war was in an instant, and Zhukov's heart was surging and rushing.

"Now it is time for those scammers who have harmed the motherland to taste the instant destruction, and send them on their way with the ultimate weapon they have made."

Before Zhukov finished speaking, he got the "Red Stalingrad" which calibrated the shelling parameters and coordinates, and had already begun the final debugging and aiming before the second fire.

When the 32.48-meter-long main gun body tube was slowly lifted up again and reset the reloaded gun bolt, it was ready to spray out a second fiery rage of revenge.

Looking at the watch in the city, Malashenko, who was anxiously waiting, did not know that the terrifying howling sound of a roaring train passing by against his scalp would once again cover Berlin in minutes and seconds, covering the entire city.

When will the second shot be fired after the first shot at the established time be fired? Marashenko did not know the exact precise time. All this depends on the execution of the artillery positions more than 30 kilometers away, which led to every second waiting for this moment to come.

Huh--

finally!

When the shrill whistling sound once again enveloped Berlin, flying over his head, the two hands on the telescope had never let go, Marashenko, who had never let go of it, immediately raised his hand and looked at it.

I saw meteors from the sky once again ruthlessly hit Nazi's ultimate creation.

Which one wins and which one loses between the strongest Nazi spear and the strongest Nazi shield? The answer is revealed the moment the front of the projectile made of chromium-nickel alloy steel comes into contact with concrete.

Boom-

"Just hit the bullseye! Wear it!"

The 7.1-ton projectile that was accurately calibrated hit the enemy's face of the air defense tower, and it was unbiased and broke through with one blow in the core part of the center of the tower.

The giant piercing hole wide enough to allow the tank to drive in again.

This time, there are enough obstacles ahead to block the progress, and the delayed fuze that shortened the detonation time according to the previous test launch result will no longer give Nazi a chance to survive.

Boom-

A huge explosion sounded from the inside of the towering air defense tower, and the thick smoke scattered in shock was like an unrestrained pressure cooker exploded in an instant.
Chapter completed!