The discussion about how our ancestors fought, badly or well, in the WOW is endless.
Certainly, if you have an intelligent commander, your chances of surviving are good, and with a fool all. A long time ago, my uncle’s companion described his company as being strengthened by “strangers” (ch. ~200), they dropped a hole in our defense in the r-n of Krivogorh. The task was to keep "to the last drop of blood" the only road that German tanks could use. The tanks stop and die - grace!
The row was pressed to the place, loaded almost a whole "half Tuesday" of anti-tank grenades, said that the tanks will probably come a lot tomorrow and left. They had less than a day to live. No other anti-tank weapons were provided.
The commander inspected the area and ordered:
"It's a shame, people come to visit us from Germany, and our road is so broken." “I’m probably scared,” many thought. The commander continued, "Treat everyone out of the stuff and after me." The company went to the nearest sludge hill of the road, from some metal factory nearby. The commander forced to pick up in sacks and carry to the fill. On the road itself, the straw fell unevenly, more there where the road into the straw goes. “Let them be few,” the commander knocked. The shrapnel lasted for a very long time, all the bags were broken up into the scissors, the scratches were melted to the slices. We slept about two kilometers of road. The people are wicked and tired, now they are still at noon. In the morning, a signal came from the shale: “I see tanks.”
Compressing their almost useless grenades, the soldiers knew that life was over. Finally, the tanks began to enter the "organized" road.
The third tank of the column lost the hose first, and a minute later this epidemic spread to the remaining cars, numbering eight. A standing tank, if it is not angry, is not dangerous. Not quite understood, you were given, the Germans defeated and the tank evacuator. The German infantry is not bad, it will not go forward without tanks. Our “for Stalin” rushing on them, too, has no reason.
The commander, who has formally performed the combat task - to stop the tanks, sends the rider to find any chief and pass - "The task is accomplished. There is no loss.” Goetz brought the good news - "At night you can leave, there is a defense behind. There will be a chance, then we will cover with artillery."
The secret of the commander in his education is the technique of cold processing of metals. Nickel shakes are waste of metallurgy, a terrible abrasive, only slightly inferior to corundum and aluminum oxide. No fingers of goats will withstand bullying with such shit, and what is pleasant is that the goat becomes useless entirely, taking with it most of the drive.