Steel Soviet Union

Chapter 2179 Catch the big one

Whether the Germans were shocked or puzzled, the battle ultimately ended with the victory of the leading division. The absolute crushing strength made any resistance of this group of defeated German soldiers ultimately in vain. Google search reading

"It's okay. The sun hasn't set yet. I have to clean up and clean the battlefield. I still have time to have a hot lunch. I don't want to eat that cold and hard dry bread in this weather. It’s just torture.”

As usual, Iushkin was left to do the job of transporting artillery shells, which he did not want to do. After all, the 130mm projectiles and propellant cartridges were really difficult to take care of. If there was already one less comrade commander, what would happen if there was one less person? But I can't play it anymore. Even if I play it well, I will tire the old man to the point of losing his skin.

As for Malashenko, of course there are other important things to do. In addition to being the driver, Malashenko is also the division commander. Especially right after such a war, he can't take any time off.

"How's it going? Did you catch a big fish? Don't tell me that you only came back with a bunch of corpses."

The last time I had a chance to catch the big fish of the Germans, except for the disgusting scum in Auschwitz, was the time when the Grossdeutschland Division II was completely annihilated, but the result of that time was really not very good.

The division commander committed suicide, the chief of staff was bombed to death, and the German headquarters, which was directly hit by a rocket, suffered heavy casualties.

In the end, Malashenko only caught a few small fishes, and all that was left were the corpses that were thrown to death on the street and may still have some mild temperament. It cannot be said that there is no gain at all, but this gain is really enough to make people shake their heads, and for Malashenko, who has already developed an appetite, it is not enough to put it between his teeth.

So this time, Malashenko hopes to gain something. The feeling of catching a big German fish alive has indeed been a long time coming. Malashenko thinks that all Germans are not hard-core enough to dare to commit suicide by swallowing a gun, right? There must be at least a few people who cherish life, and this is considered normal.

And the answer that Comrade Political Commissar gave immediately afterwards really shook up Malashenko's whole expression.

"We caught a big fish. A German major general is also the commander-in-chief of this group of Germans. After a brief interrogation just now, we found out that these Germans have a lot of troops. They are a reinforced armored division with equipment. The self-propelled artillery battalion and several infantry battalions carrying heavy weapons were all wiped out in less than a day. Guess how shocked the Germans were? They didn't even have time to mobilize reinforcements.

In a battle-level decisive battle involving hundreds of thousands of troops against more than one million, your main division was wiped out in less than a day right under your nose. I don’t know whether it was because the troops were stretched thin or because the reaction was really slow. The German guy in the photo didn't even have time to dispatch reinforcements. Malashenko had already cooked the rice and was done.

This can't even be said to be a slap in the German guy's face. You can even say it was a slap in the German guy's face.

They couldn't defeat them even if they fought, and they couldn't escape even if they ran. They turned from offense to defense, and then they were completely annihilated after their defense failed, which was just a matter of a few hours. After finishing this task, the leading division even had free time to light a fire and cook on the smoking German position, and before the sun set at night, he had a hot meal to reward all the commanders and soldiers who fought bravely.

Is it because the German guy stretched his hips too much?

Yes, but also no.

This "yes" means that relatively speaking, you have to see who this group of Germans is competing with. If you compare him with the leader, he will indeed pull a lot, and the number of them will reach the crotch of his trousers.

As for "no", it's easier to understand. From the entire process of the deployment of the combat plan to the deployment of tactics, the performance of the Germans cannot be said to be a genius, but at least it was step-by-step, without any major problems, and the performance of the Germans was completely online.

But the problem is that the leader's division's fully mechanized combined structure of various arms, the extremely strong combat effectiveness burst out, coupled with the combat plan deployment and specific tactical execution compiled by Malashenko, no matter who it is, can hang up the Germans. So much so that the Germans didn't know how to respond effectively, and were stunned after just three punches and two kicks.

Its comprehensive combat effectiveness is almost ahead of an era, coupled with the extremely strong offensive energy and lightning-fast attack speed unique to this fully mechanized independent combat force.

In short, to be beaten like this can only be said to be natural. You can't blame the German guy for not working hard. You can only say, "But the old horse has an old horse."

When he heard the political commissar comrade say that a German major general had been captured, Malashenko must have beamed, and his inner thoughts were written directly on his face.

He wanted to say that he would go over to meet and review it personally, but Comrade Political Commissar must have guessed what Malashenko meant and jumped in before Comrade Division Commander could speak.

"The person has been taken for interrogation, and I have arranged for a group of professional counterparts to carry out the investigation."

"We are pressed for time, and the German guy must know a lot. It is best to pry out as many things as possible from his mouth as quickly as possible before the next operation, so leave time to the professionals first. People, it’s not too late to do anything after that.”

There is one thing to say, and Comrade Political Commissar is right.

Instead of rushing over now just to see what the person looked like and to satisfy his curiosity, Malashenko thought about it and felt that it was indeed as Comrade Political Commissar said, business matters were more important, so he simply followed Comrade Political Commissar. He continued to speak.

"Then just do as you say, I'll do whatever you want."

"Hey, are you hungry? I see the cooking team has brought the food, but I am very hungry. How about we share a meal and talk about it while we eat?"

Even though there were corpses of Germans and blood and minced meat everywhere under his feet, Malashenko could still talk about food and dinner without batting an eyelid, and even he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. place.

"Well, that's good. Casualty reports and battle summary are included in the statistics. Eating early will free up your hands to deal with other things earlier. You need to eat morning and evening. After all, the body is the capital of the revolution."

The grinning Malashenko immediately put his arms around the shoulders of the political commissar who was not as tall as himself, and just like a "street kid" in the 21st century who called him a brother, he walked towards the meal point with the political commissar in his arms.

"I just like your last sentence. You should take better care of yourself. Your revolutionary capital is more important than mine. No kidding."