Steel Soviet Union

This was an era when letters were slow, horses were slow, and trains were certainly slow.

It is completely different from the high-speed trains in the 21st century in the future. The slow trains of these days are not only slow, but also allow you to appreciate the scenery along the way and change your mood. Just like in the 21st century in the future, even if there are high-speed trains, But there are still many travelers and photographers who specially choose to ride in slow green leather cars to cultivate their sentiments and appreciate the scenery along the way.

Nowadays, for Malashenko, who has been on the battlefield for a long time and is either fighting with German sticks or on the way to fight with German sticks all day long, riding a slow old-fashioned train is a rare moment of relaxation. The nerves that had been highly tense on the front line finally had a chance to take a breather.

"Why does it look so relaxed? This is still the territory of the Germans. Aren't you afraid that fascists will come to seize the railway along the way and cause us trouble?"

When Lavrinenko, who was sitting across the table, spoke this way, Malashenko's attention was attracted, and the next words blurted out with a smile.

"Looking for trouble? It's not that I look down on them. Those fascists only hate their parents for giving them two legs and running too slow even if they can't even run for their lives. The Germans who lost the decisive battle on the front line and had their logistics supply lines cut off Like rats stuffed into an oven, they didn’t even have the gas to retreat and could only race with the wheels of the Red Army on two legs.”

"Just such a group of birdmen, come to stop us? Don't be kidding me. From the moment these Nazi gangsters decided to fight a strategic decisive battle with us, they have already lost, and there is no one left in East Prussia. The possibility of a comeback.”

Malashenko has never liked to underestimate the enemy and advance rashly, nor does he like to turn a blind eye to the enemy's threat and strength, but this does not mean that Malashenko will never act like a diode and take the Germans too seriously at all times. , Lift the nuggets onto the eight-liang scale.

How to understand the enemy has always been based on a complete understanding and understanding of the battlefield situation.

It is precisely because Malashenko understands his opponent and his current situation that he can make very accurate judgments from the macro to the local level based on the current strategic situation, and he is convinced that his judgment will not make any big mistakes. of.

The decisive battle on the front line was defeated, the supply line at the rear was interrupted, there was no hope for reinforcements, and the enemy force was overwhelming.

The situation is obvious here. Since you, Santoku, dare to be surrounded on three sides on land and only have a small chance of escape with the sea behind you, you choose to abandon the fortified city and take the initiative to engage in some whimsical strategy. If you want to come back in a decisive battle, you must be prepared for the most painful defeat at the speed of light.

Not only do you have to lose all your chips, but you also have to lose all your pants until you lose it. You have to lose to such a tragic level that even the enemy can't stop the enemy from running a train on your own territory.

There is no way, the road is chosen by oneself. Since I dared to choose it in the first place, now I have to accept the consequences of choosing this road. This is inevitable.

Malashenko didn't care about the life and death of those defeated German soldiers. The only thing he was thinking about at the moment was the person he was going to meet soon, the person who had been away for a long time and who had been away for three years since the last time in Moscow. The man who has never led him to the battlefield in years: Zhukov.

I once followed this man, saving a huge country across Eurasia from crisis and turning the tide.

Now I am still following this man, preparing to bring an end to this protracted battle that cost countless bloodshed and sacrifices, and declare the end of everything with the final victory of the Red Army.

This is the beginning and the end, the alpha and the omega.

This may be the best way to end this otherworldly experience of his. As for what will happen in the future, Malashenko cannot say or know. The only thing that can be determined is to do everything right now.

The road to the end is not long. Of course, the final result of this journey is just as Malashenko said to Lavrinenko. That is, not a single hair on the German stick was seen along the way. I saw the friendly troops that were rapidly advancing deep into the enemy.

"They're not going to shoot us as Germans, are they?"

Iushkin, who was running around in the passenger carriage with nothing to do, came to chat with his comrade, the conductor. When he saw the friendly troops outside the carriage window and on the snowfield, who were advancing in the opposite direction to the direction of the train, he couldn't help asking a question that was indeed not pure nonsense. , but there is some truth in it.

"Don't worry, there is such a big leader's division flag hanging on the front of the car, for identification of friend and foe. The troops you may encounter along the way should have received the news that we will pass by, so they won't see such a big Red Army flag on the front of the car. And they opened fire rashly. Those who are on the front line and advancing deep into the enemy are all elites, and they cannot make such a low-level mistake."

As Malashenko said, the red flag hanging on the locomotive was fluttering in the biting cold wind, and the division flag with the iconic bear head biting the Iron Cross division emblem of the leading division was particularly eye-catching.

The Red Army's fighter aviation unit, which had been hunted everywhere in the enemy's air force, wiped out most of its effective forces through several large-scale air battles. The remaining units knew that they were no opponents and almost did not dare to make any big moves. They tried their best to avoid major incidents. Under the premise of "avoiding war and preserving the aircraft", the aircraft will not take off if it can't take off.

Hanging such a conspicuous Identification Friend or Foe mark on the locomotive is no longer considered dangerous. The Germans have neither the ability nor the courage to go to the Red Army's liberated areas to carry out deep bombing. That is the same as the "old birthday girl" "Eating arsenic - I'm tired of living" is a pure act of seeking death.

If you don’t buy a lottery ticket and get 5 million into your soul with one bullet, there is a high probability that you will never come back. The Red Army fighter aviation units that are hunting and patrolling in formations on the front line are worried about not being able to find prey, Mr. De. If you want to give away someone's head, then we can't refuse your kindness, right?

The military column carrying the leader's division safely left East Prussia and headed south to Poland, which was already the liberated area of ​​the Red Army. The meeting point of the First Belarusian Front where Malashenko was ordered to lead his troops had already arrived. They were not far apart until the political commissar who went to the front locomotive to confirm the situation turned back again.

"We expect to pull into the station in ten minutes and be prepared. In addition, Comrade Commander is here to report and wants you to report to the front army headquarters immediately after getting off the car. Do you think you need to take anyone with you? Or are you going alone?"

"Comrade Commander? Wait, which Comrade Commander is it now?"

Lavrinenko, who was sitting at the corner of the table and playing cards confiscated from the Germans to pass the time, asked this question at the right time, and the only response was Malashenko's grin.

"Who else could it be? Of course it is our invincible Comrade God of War of the Red Army."