Steel Soviet Union

After the war, I went home and got married. This is an almost certain death joke in later generations. As long as you make this vow, it basically means that your daughter-in-law will belong to the old man next door. The difference is that in the Soviet Union there is no Lao Wang next door, only Ivan next door.

When he thought that the girl in the photo who was supposed to belong to "him" might end up in someone else's bed after he died in the battle, Malashenko, who also had the possessiveness that a normal man should have, couldn't help but feel a sense of boredom in his heart, but Donsko Colonel Yi's words were not just casual remarks but truly told the truth. For Malashenko, this is an issue worth considering.

"Maybe. I don't know if I can wait until then alive. If I die on the battlefield just two days after getting married, that would be irresponsible to her. This is not what I should do."

After hearing the sighing words from Malashenko's mouth, he thought for a moment, and Colonel Donskoy, who agreed with this, quickly nodded and replied.

"Sometimes I think like this myself, thinking about what Anya and Sasha will do if I die. Although they don't have to worry about life, after all, there is one less person to take care of them. I don't want my children to live without them. Growing up in my father’s childhood, I know how hurtful it is to have that strange look in your eyes when other children have fathers but I don’t.”

The cold and desolate moonlight shone on Colonel Donskoy's slightly sad face, which looked particularly solemn. This was the first time Malashenko saw Donskoy since he first met this strong man in the last life-and-death battle. The colonel had an expression that represented the frailty of the human heart.

"Maybe there are some things you shouldn't ask him, at least not now."

Malashenko, who had roughly guessed something from Colonel Donskoy's sad words, did not continue to ask further. The bright moonlight at midnight left them little time left.

"Come on, Comrade Malashenko, the chat time is over, now let's end this mission."

Reaching out and taking the shovel from Colonel Donskoy's hand, Malashenko felt like he had taken a steel gun and held it in his hand, and his fighting spirit to repair the earth was rekindled in his heart.

"Let's get this done and then go to bed, I'm sleepy as hell."

The hurried time in the middle of the night flew by quickly in the sweaty busyness. Malashenko, who was wrapped in his officer's uniform coat and rested hastily for a night under a big tree, didn't have time to feel the moment. The passing sleep was immediately awakened by the rising sun the next morning.

"What's the movement of the Germans on the opposite position? Why didn't they even fire a cannon? This is not in line with their habits."

When he asked the question, he put the black leather tank hat on his hand back on the top of his forehead. Lavrinenko, who had just woken up naturally from his sleep, also had a look on his face when facing Malashenko's question. Puzzled.

"I don't know, this is too abnormal. Those fascists should be racing against time to break into Leningrad. Who knows what they have planned today."

After wrapping the officer's uniform, he was about to put it in his car for safekeeping when the noise of an aircraft engine roaring from far to near in the sky suddenly rang in Malashenko's ears.

After hearing the ominous sound, he was stunned for a moment. Malashenko's mind quickly realized what the sound represented, and he immediately cursed and spoke.

"Asshole! I knew what these German guys were doing was definitely not a good idea! The planes have been sent over. What else is needed for bombardment? Tell everyone to find bunkers and hide first. Don't worry about the tanks! The German planes are not We will be given a time to start the train!”

Malashenko, who has been a front-line commander for a long time, knows very well that an experienced tank crew is countless times more important than an ordinary tank during wartime, not to mention advocating the torrent of steel. The Soviet Red Army, which had a quantitative winning tactic, still had as many tanks as they needed. In this case, the most important thing was to save human lives first.

A group of Red Army tank soldiers who were already preparing to start next to their tanks, after hearing the scream of death from the sky, almost did not need Malashenko to yell to personally issue the order, and immediately followed Malashenko's previous instructions. The people who warned them of the air defense regulations and those trained in pre-war drills to abandon their tanks and run away, trying to compete with aircraft in the sky in their cumbersome KV1, no longer exist in this world.

There are quite a few temporary bunkers for skirmishers and artillery holes on the defensive positions that are completely laid out and repaired overnight. Although this kind of civil engineering bunker can only withstand direct hits from small-caliber artillery and the shock wave of medium-caliber artillery, it is almost as large as the large-scale bunkers. Air strikes won't have much effect, but in any case they are much better than lying on the ground or squatting in a foxhole and being bombed in the open.

Malashenko, who had been calling his troops to take cover all the way, had just run into the artillery hole with his front legs. Before he could stand still, the crosshairs of the bombsight were already aimed at the 9 lines behind the Soviet position in the sky. The Heinkel 111 bomber immediately opened its magazine, and the big black iron lump hanging on the bomb rack in the belly of the aircraft was flashing with a deadly and cold black light.

"There's no problem with the attack route calibration. How's it going with you over there?"

"The field of view is very clear. I can see very clearly that those Ivans have hid in the artillery holes of the position and are running around on the ground like field mice. These poor guys."

"Haha, do you still need to lower the attack height? This may allow you to aim more accurately."

"No need, just fly your plane and stabilize it in level flight. We are now in an excellent attack position."

The German bombers leaping from the rear of the German offensive line did not care how capable the Soviet infantry on the ground was. Anyone or anything on the ground who tried to compete with the speed of the aircraft in the sky was an extremely stupid and retarded act. The German bombers, who had gained the initiative on the battlefield, only needed to consider where to drop their bombs to kill more Soviet troops.

"Wait a minute, turn off the throttle, Hank, there's something wrong on the ground. Is that an Ivan tank? Oh, my God, there are actually Ivan tanks on the position! Get off the bombing route, we have to Throw bombs on those tanks, they're too much of a threat on the ground."

The bombardier, who was lying flat on his back and looking down at the ground while operating the bombsight at hand, suddenly made a discovery. At a mere flying height of more than a thousand meters, he used the optical bombsight to discover that the heavy tanks on the ground were not It's hard to imagine that in the eyes of the German bombardiers, these motionless steel behemoths were just like ants waiting to be trampled to death.