Steel Soviet Union

As soon as they arrived at their destination, they immediately entered the battlefield. The 1st Heavy Tank Brigade of the Stalin Guards, which was in a hurry, had no time to set up the brigade headquarters. Political Commissar Petrov was directing the relevant personnel of the brigade headquarters to be busy with emergency construction and erection, but the jars and jars were still there. It will take a little more time for the large number of brigades to really get up to speed.

In a wooden house that was half destroyed by German shelling, Malashenko, Lavrinenko and the commander of the first battalion, Kulbalov, were having a meeting.

A barely usable dining table covered with dirt and dust was temporarily used as a conference table, and several ammunition boxes stacked together became benches for several people to sit around the table. The first person to speak was our brigade commander, Comrade Ma Rashenko.

"The battle just now was fought beautifully. It took us less than half an hour to kill at least half of the German armored battalion and twice the amount of infantry. The heads of those SS infantry can be counted as friendly forces. But every one of those German junk tanks was destroyed by us, and now it’s time to celebrate it.”

Malashenko's celebration was relatively shabby, that is, each of the three brothers smoked an American cigarette that he had previously collected from Dr. Karachev.

Malashenko has always been very sparing about smoking this stuff. The taste of this stuff is really good. After all, Kalachev's family can be considered a small middle class in the United States. His father runs a grain business. He made a lot of money and had good connections in the town, all thanks to his clever mind.

As the only son in the family, Kalachev is the ultimate beneficiary of all this, so he is qualified to go to the expensive Johns Hopkins University and can afford to smoke high-end cigarettes. Malashenko is also Follow it up and get some light.

The three heavy smokers sat around with the fire flickering and puffing away at the smoke. The rich flavor of exotic tobacco soon put smiles on everyone's faces. It was almost as sweet as honey.

"The Yankees have nice cars, delicious cans, and great cigarettes! Oh, it's a pity that they don't believe in communism or Comrade Stalin. It's too bad! The American people are in dire straits."

Lavrinenko, holding a cigarette with smoke curling between his fingers, sighed for a while. He really sympathized with the American people who were in dire straits under the oppression of the capitalists. He was not joking.

"Well, at least they will be our comrades-in-arms now and for a long time in the future. The Americans also hope that those Germans will die quickly and Hitler will disappear immediately. I heard that American and British planes are flying Our newspapers have reported on the indiscriminate bombing of Sicily. It seems that the American planes are very powerful and the German air force is no match.

As soon as Kurbalov said this, Lavrinenko, who also had nothing to do and loved reading newspapers, immediately took over.

"Yes, I saw it too! The newspaper said that American and British bombers were overwhelming, and the Germans and those Italian ghosts had more than a thousand planes! But they couldn't withstand the air attacks of the Americans and British. Every day there are hundreds of planes strafing and dropping bombs in the sky, chasing each other. I didn’t expect that the German air force would be educated one day. It’s really refreshing to hear that!”

Lavrinenko and Kulbalov chatted animatedly, and Malashenko, as his superior, naturally had to make some concluding remarks.

"Well, it's true. Mussolini touched the British John Bull's butt in Africa, and he got into trouble and asked Hitler to wipe his shit. Now both of these idiots have to pay for what they did. To pay the price."

"As soon as the Americans and British land in Sicily, the pressure on our side of the war will be reduced accordingly. The Germans will have to mobilize heavy troops to defend themselves to prevent the Americans and British from teaming up to bring Italy to war. Western Europe is on fire, and that would be a fire in Hitler's backyard, which would not be good."

"The Germans are now at the end of their rope in using their troops. We have almost no strategic reserves in the Soviet Union, and the same is true at home. They are now forcibly recruiting and training even 16- and 17-year-old children. Failure is imminent. Not far.”

"The Germans have invested all their elite troops in Kursk, and the only way to mobilize troops is from here. Hitler must have understood that ordinary low-level rubbish troops are no match for the Americans, and the only way to contain the Americans is to recruit elite troops. So as long as we can hold the Germans back for another month or so, believe me, the enemy's offensive energy will be drastically reduced by then. "

Malashenko, who had almost smoked his cigarette to a butt, lifted his military boots and twisted them under his feet. The last wisp of smoke came out of the extinguished cigarette butt like a dying German.

"By then, victory will definitely belong to us! So we must remain optimistic about the situation and form of the battle, and we must not be overwhelmed by the Germans' temporary bluff!"

Malashenko is definitely good at analyzing and judging the overall battle situation and strategic form. This is something Petrov, the political commissar, has praised in public more than once. In the years of even lower level Kulbalov and Lavri This sounds even more like this to the two of them.

"Ah, so I'm looking forward to taking back Ukraine, kicking the Germans across the border, and kicking those Germans' butts! Romania, Bulgaria, and Finland, none of these Germans' accomplices and lackeys can escape! We're going to Plant red flags all over these countries that are oppressed by capitalism and fascism! Let these idiot leaders who work as lackeys for German fascism know that the fists of the Red Army are the most powerful!”

Rather than hating the Germans who invaded his homeland, Lavrinenko was even more gnashing his teeth at the armies of the slave countries who were willing to serve as fascist lackeys.

When the iron fist of the Red Army penetrates into the heart of the Germans, these lackeys and lackeys must pay the price for their stupidity. There is no second possibility.

"Oh, maybe they don't have to wait until our tanks drive to their city. I bet they will be scared to death by the Red Army's unstoppable force and surrender to us on their own initiative. We expect these third-rate trash troops to resist the great Red Army, you might as well think that the Germans will be suddenly assassinated and killed violently, Lavry.”

Kulbalov explained his thoughts without reservation. Lavrinenko, who was listening carefully, turned his head and thought it made sense. Then he came to Ma, who had already taken out the map of the war zone from his shoulder bag. When Rashenko spoke.

"Okay, my brothers, let's talk about kicking Hitler's ass later."

"Now, let's see how to educate these German bastards in Kursk."