Steel Soviet Union

The soldiers on the front line were fighting to the death and risking their lives. In the rear command post slightly behind the position, the field division headquarters of the 267th Infantry Division was also in dire straits. Google search reading

"What!? Hello? Hello? Position No. 1, Position No. 1! Can you hear me report the situation? Damn it, Position No. 1! The phone line is blown!"

"Send the messenger to find out what's going on at Position No. 1! Bring back the latest battle report, and go quickly!"

"yes!"

Colonel Malonovsky is the commander of the 267th Infantry Division. This is also the first division-level front-line field force he has taken over since he was promoted from lieutenant colonel to colonel. He firmly believes that he will be able to lead this newly formed infantry division to the Victory, winning the honors that should be won and winning the title of guard, the smug Malonovsky has this confidence.

But at this moment, facing this cruel and tough battle that he had never seen before, Comrade Malonovsky withstood the most severe test since he became the division commander.

The German armored group, which was almost unable to withstand even the Guards Infantry Division, was swooping down on his position and launching a violent attack. This was really a bit daunting for a unit that had just been upgraded from a reserve infantry division to a field infantry division. Too stressful.

"Comrade Division Commander, we have encountered artillery fire, air strikes, and now the enemy's main armored group is rushing into the position. I must remind you that the situation we are facing now is very bad. Please make the necessary preparations."

Before the chief of staff finished speaking, another sudden voice suddenly sounded from the side.

"Necessary preparations? What necessary preparations? Comrade Political Commissar has already gone to the front line to fight side by side with the soldiers. I am about to leave, but you are here to let Comrade Division Commander shake the morale of the army, right? Don't you think it is shameful to say this? ?"

"Don't talk nonsense! The necessary preparation is tactical preparation. We must make all-round plans to deal with the enemy. I have been eager to sacrifice for the motherland from the moment I put on this military uniform. You are tarnishing my honor. , my oath, everything I have sacrificed for my motherland!”

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"Comrade Lenin, these two Sukars are here again, don't they choose the right time?"

Malonovsky, who was quite troubled, had always been troubled by one problem: personnel problems. To be precise, it should be the personnel problems of the division organization.

The 267th Infantry Division was upgraded from the Reserve Infantry Division, and it was only shortly after the upgrade. It didn't take long and it didn't fight many tough battles to prove itself. From this point alone, you can guess that the 267th Infantry Division will not Will be assigned by mid-to-high-level commanders who are too experienced and talented.

After all, mid-to-high-level commanders who are both experienced and talented are precious talents that all elite units are clamoring for.

To give an example that is not very pleasant but very realistic, this is that the leading division will pick one round first, the guard division will pick another round, and the basic field division will pick the shortest and tallest among the remaining talents, and pick the remaining ones. Make do.

In the end, what was left for those like the 267th Infantry Division, which had just been upgraded to a new field division before they had time to prove themselves, were only those who were left after three rounds of selection. Well, let's just call them talents.

Looking at the current 267th Infantry Division into a practical example, the chief of staff is a complete novice who was parachuted down from the General Staff Headquarters to the front line. In the past, he could only draw maps and write reports, and had never participated in any front-line actual battle planning and command.

The deputy division commander is pretty much the same. He was nominally promoted from the position of regimental commander, but he was just the commander of a reserve regiment. Most of the time was spent training and transporting troops to replenish troops. Many of the few battles we fought were with Ukrainian guerrillas. It was indeed actual combat, but it was a pure one-sided battle in which the regular army bullied the bastards. .

In other words, Comrade Political Commissar is relatively experienced. He has been promoted from the regiment level political commissar, and he is the political commissar of the main regiment of the front-line basic field division. He has fought many tough battles, but in the end, Division Commander Malonovsky was not left alone. Being alone, there is always a helper around.

But that's not the only worrying thing. The deputy division commander and chief of staff, who each had little actual combat experience, disliked each other. Normally, when Comrade Political Commissar is around, he just stumbles and bickers, but now that Comrade Political Commissar is away, these two hot-tempered idiots can easily quarrel. This really makes Malonovsky feel quite good. I was helpless and felt quite angry.

"You two stop, stop! Is it over yet!?"

"The German fascists are storming our positions, but you two are quarreling in the division headquarters over a trivial matter! What will the soldiers think if they find out? What will happen if the political commissars find out? Don't you feel ashamed? Ah! ? Does he look like a division-level cadre? "

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After Malonovsky yelled like this, the two people who had been quarreling with each other just now calmed down. The authority of this comrade, the division commander, still seemed to be quite effective.

"Let's do this first. Send the reserve team of that company up now to reinforce the defense of the No. 1 position. It is absolutely impossible to do it there."

"Comrade Commander! Comrade Commander!!!"

Before Malonovsky could finish his words, a sound of rapid footsteps and shouts came from the traffic ditch outside the division's bunker, suddenly interrupting his thoughts and speech, making him couldn't help but look back instantly. go.

I saw a soldier who was covered in blood and even lost one of his shoes. He was panting and holding on to the earth wall of the traffic trench, and was about to say something.

The two guards closest to the entrance saw this and rushed forward to support their comrade's body, which was about to fall. However, the soldier who had just been supported obviously had something to say, and struggled to raise his head regardless of his own injuries. The injury immediately spoke repeatedly to the familiar teacher and comrade.

"Captain Alexei and Captain Molopov died. Captain Isatovich was seriously injured and fell into coma. Nearly half of the entire regiment has been killed or injured. The comrade commander is directing the battle in the trenches. Position No. 1 needs support."

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Some words could no longer be finished. The young messenger warrior had closed his eyes forever and breathed his last breath. It was only then that the two soldiers who were supporting him discovered that the sleeves of the people supporting him had been dyed red, and the unstoppable blood was dripping from the hands of the two comrades.

"I will lead the team myself, comrade division commander. I leave this place to you. I promise to hold the position!"

The deputy division commander with a full chin and a Stalin-style beard was about to leave, but at this moment, the communications staff officer who had just answered a phone call spoke first with a considerable degree of surprise on his face.

"The leader division is calling. They have surrounded the enemy! They want us to hold on. The Fascists attacking us will be annihilated soon!"