More and more German troops began to appear in the rear and flanks of the otherwise safe Moscow, and some armored reconnaissance vehicles belonging to the German armored units crossed the country roads and stationed themselves in villages and small towns near Moscow. The line of defense has already been tightened, and all that remains is the compression of the encirclement of Moscow.

The armored forces of the 1st Guards Front, commanded by Konev, were pinned down south of Moscow, and the main area of his current defense was Leninno, where Zhukov was located at the southernmost point of Moscow, and all forces were pinned down here, and there was no way to continue moving. He did not have the ability to continue the counterattack, nor did he dare to retreat and shrink his forces, so he could only consume it like this, waiting for further orders from Zhukov.

Far behind Moscow, the main force of the 3rd Guards Panzer Front under the command of Vasilevsky was now in a fierce exchange of fire between Mamonovo and the German Guderian G Group, and the two sides invested their own armored forces here, in the form of the German attack on the Soviet defense, the largest armored force decisive battle in the Battle of Moscow.

Stalin felt that his command was increasingly not being carried out as it should be at the front, so on July 11 he issued an order to disband Zhukov's group, and now Zhukov was able to command only Konev's troops, and Vasilevsky's troops were upgraded to parallel units that could carry out combat orders alone.

Although Vasilevsky threw this order into the trash as waste paper, he was still forced to inevitably engage in an inevitable battle with the German armored forces besieging Moscow. The German forces attacking Mamonov cleared the way with heavy tanks, and Vasilevsky's unit was by far the best-preserved Soviet armored force.

Marcus and no matter who stood in his way Zhukov or Konev or what Vasilevsky was. He was given the order to capture Mamonov and ensure that his flanks could advance along the Moskva River and eventually reach the vicinity of the Moscow Ring Road.

Through the telescope, Marcus saw the frequent movement of the Soviet infantry in close formation, and the armored reconnaissance team also informed him that the Soviet defense line ahead was very strong. However, after being reinforced by an Panzergrenadier Battalion, the commander of the 502nd Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion decided to attack first and test the strength of the Soviet defenders.

"Launch the tanks!" 1 Company was frontal, 2 Company was responsible for covering the left flank of the troops, and 3 Company was on the right flank. Let the battalion headquarters and our artillery under our direct command fire on the enemy's deep positions and cover our attack!" Leaning on the hatch of the tank, Marcus ordered decisively after lowering his binoculars.

Then the roar of the engines began to echo, black smoke was spewed from the exhaust pipes of the tanks, and the behemoths moved slowly, breaking through the bushes in front of them, knocking down small trees and broken low walls, and appearing in front of the Soviet defenders. The thick and dark barrel of the King Tiger tank pointed majestically in the direction of the enemy, and the battlefield seemed to fall into a state of tranquility for a moment.

"Boom!" the German King Tiger tank finally broke the short silence with the roar of its cannon, a high-explosive shell crossed a distance of a kilometer, landed on the position of the Soviet defenders, the huge explosion kicked off black smoke, and the machine guns and rifles on the Soviet positions followed closely and began to return fire, so the tragic battle began at one time.

The tank's load-bearing wheels jumped up and down to adapt to the rugged terrain below, and the King Tiger's wide tracks rolled up the dirt and rolled out the ruts slowly. Behind these German tanks were the Leopard assault guns, which belonged to the 1st Assault Gun Battalion of the Panzergrenadier Regiment, which were constantly firing from behind to cover the advance of the troops, and behind them, followed by the Panzergrenadiers who had jumped out of the armored vehicles and were holding their weapons.

After the mortar units opened fire, the machine-gun cover positions were sprayed violently, and tracer bullets flew through the gap between the tanks and the assault guns to the Soviets on the opposite side, and the hastily erected barbed wire was easily toppled by the tanks, and some German units even approached the Soviets' trenches.

At this time, from the ruins behind the Soviets, a powerful shell flew out and hit the front armor plate of a German King Tiger tank. The huge shock caused the German tank to pause, but apparently the Soviet shell did not penetrate the opponent's tank due to the distance and the thick armor of the German tank.

"Tank 114 has been attacked! Battalion commander! I can't see the target of the fire! Can you find the Soviet heavy fire?" asked the commander of tank 111, pressing his throat intercom into the microphone. The loader next to him was diligently pushing a slightly bulky 105 mm armor-piercing shell into the gun's chamber.

The ordinary steel-core armor-piercing shell used in this armor-piercing projectile was limited in production, so it could only be preferentially rationed to the smaller caliber 75mm gun to improve the Leopard's ability to destroy the heavy tanks of the Soviet Red Army. The armor-piercing ability of the new 105 mm tank gun is seriously overflowing, and the front armor of Stalin's tank can be easily penetrated with ordinary ammunition, so the precious tungsten alloy armor-piercing bullet is not available for the time being.

"Speed up!" Marcus was pressing his face to the commander's periscope, trying to find the Soviet heavy weapon that had fired. His gaze crossed over the few hidden Soviet machine-gun bunkers, and then finally landed on a wall that looked a little different: "Car 115! Directly in front of you, at about 11 o'clock...... See that crumbling wall? Fire over there! Destroy it with high-explosive shells!"

"Car No. 115 understands!" came the deep voice of the commander of tank No. 115 through the earphones. Soon the powerful King Tiger tank was ready to shoot, and after a sharp stop, it fired an earth-shattering shot. As the shell roared away, car No. 115 started again.

The stabilizer equipped with the German King Tiger tank has shown its powerful role in actual combat, and now the German tank units equipped with the King Tiger tank are basically using the attack tactic of firing immediately after a short stop, while the Soviet tanks that had to stop frequently to aim and then were forced to hit moving targets seriously reduced their hitting accuracy, which improved the survivability of the German tank crews on the other hand.

The grenade fired by Tank 115 hit the wall of the collapsed house directly, and the huge explosion destroyed the wall, and the dust that was scattered by the collapse and shattered was raised high, affecting the vision of both sides. Fortunately, Marcus's experience helped the Germans a lot, and before the smoke completely cleared, the Soviet tanks rushed out, and this appearance surprised everyone in the German army.

Soviet tanks followed one by one from behind the ruins of various buildings, almost more than 50 in the blink of an eye. These Stalin tanks and T-34 tanks were much more effective than the Soviet infantry, and several shells hit the German tanks at one time, and the loud sound of steel clashing echoed over the battlefield and lingered for a long time.

"Reverse! Keep your distance, shoot! Don't panic. Marcus pressed his artillery commander's shoulder with one hand, and calmly commanded his troops to meet the influx of Soviet tank troops. Since the battle with Wolfe, he has become more stable and sharper, and the lingering shadow in his heart has been ended by Wren, which is a metamorphosis for him, a perfection and progress of his own.

"Boom!" his tank fired its first shot in the engagement, the first shell being fired from the 105-millimeter-thick barrel and rapidly ejected from the inflated gases of gunpowder combustion towards a distant target. After crossing a long distance, the shell eventually collided with the front armor of a Stalin tank.

Sharp armor-piercing shells immediately cut into the armor of the Stalin tank, and the force of the pouring armor began to deform, leaving a dark hole in it. Then this armor-piercing projectile, with numerous shrapnel peeling off the shattered armor plates, rushed into the hull of Stalin's tank.

Then these fragments, which are similar to shrapnel from a grenade, rampage through the inside of the tank, cutting through the flesh of the driver inside, and eventually they will be left in a certain place because of the disappearance of kinetic energy, possibly inserted into the iron sheet of a certain equipment in the body of the vehicle, and possibly in the flesh and blood of a corpse.

The Stalin's tank, which had been hit, staggered forward more than a dozen meters as if it had lost its soul, and finally stopped all movement. It was paralyzed on the battlefield, not smoking or on fire, just motionless, stuck in a crater that prevented it from moving forward, the barrel of the cannon stuck in the ground and in a mess.

Of course, not all Soviet tanks were so lucky to leave their bodies intact, just on the side of this tank, the ammunition in another Soviet tank that was hit by artillery exploded, so the whole tank turned into a huge fireball, blowing up many Soviet infantry in the trenches next to it, and the fire even blocked the aiming and firing of nearby Soviet tanks.

"Keep your distance! We can destroy these Soviet shitties at a distance of 1,500 meters! Don't rush! Aim and fire again!" Marcus's hand was resting on his Gunner's shoulder throughout, and the Gunner felt the steady strength, for from the beginning of the engagement, Marcus's hand had been as steady as Mount Tai, and there had been no change in strength.

This is a strong confidence in his comrades, this is a strong confidence in his own equipment, this is absolute confidence in himself.