Steel Soviet Union

The sharp tip of the knife penetrated little by little until it reached the brain. Malashenko, who firmly pressed the opponent's head with his other hand, felt that the strength of the struggle coming from the palm of his hand was weakening, until he finally lost all his vitality and completely collapsed.

Warm blood continued to slide down the tip of the knife, soaking Malashenko's entire right hand into a bloody hand. Malashenko, who was not interested in whipping corpses, gently used his right hand to slide the entire bayonet along his chin. The position was pulled out again, and the dead body immediately collapsed backwards and fell to the ground in a daze.

After killing three people in a row, Malashenko had no intention of giving up. The ferocious look with the bayonet hilt in his hand could almost stare people to death, even the remaining six identified fanatical loyalists to the Fascists. I couldn't help but shiver back.

It is useless to deal with some people by talking nicely. You can only use bayonets and blood to make them see the preciousness of life before they feel afraid.

"Who's next? And the one who wants to be fanatically loyal to Hitler?"

The cold words echoed in the ears and in the air. None of the trembling bodies kneeling on the ground dared to follow in the footsteps of the first three people. They could only lower their heads in fear and could not say a word.

Seeing that his method was effective, Malashenko raised the corners of his mouth slightly and threw down the bloody bayonet in his hand and inserted it diagonally into the soil. After that, he spoke loudly and decided to kneel on the ground. The fate of all.

"Major Chirchenko!"

"arrive!"

Following Malashenko's roar, a major with a Bobosha submachine gun slung across his chest stepped forward from behind. It was Chirchenko who followed Malashenko in the coordinated attack. Infantry battalion commander.

"Register the names of these six fascists, escort them to the prisoner-of-war camp, and assign them the heaviest work, so that they can reflect on their mistakes and repent of their mistakes while working!"

Doing the heaviest work in a Soviet prisoner of war camp was almost equivalent to a direct sentence of death.

Ordinary labor camp work for prisoners of war is enough to kill people, not to mention the heaviest work. If you keep doing it for a few days, you will die from exhaustion.

But what is surprising is that Major Chirchenko, who accepted Malashenko's order, not only did not hesitate at all, but instead spoke to Malashenko on the spot with excitement.

"Yes, Comrade Leader!"

The several German prisoners who were still firmly pressed on their shoulders and kneeling on the ground unable to move still did not understand what Malashenko meant by the heaviest job. Some of them felt lucky that they had survived for the time being. The German army was quickly suppressed by Major Chirchenko and his men.

After finishing his business, Malashenko turned around and picked up the white flag that had just been thrown by the surrendering Germans from the ground. He used it as a handkerchief to wipe the blood on his face, and faced the man who was still standing next to him at a loss. Fred continued to speak slowly.

"Now let's talk about business. Where are the large troops that they evacuated first?"

After continuing to chat with Fred, whose voice was slightly trembling, for a few minutes, Malashenko quickly learned more useful information from this young German-French soldier.

"What are you going to do? Malashenko. It's almost dark, and the comrades haven't been able to eat anything after breakfast. Should we take a rest?"

Although Malashenko wanted to lead his troops to continue rushing forward to catch up and kill the German rearguard force that was not too far away from him, but considering that it was already dark, he could not start a battle at night, and if he caught up, a close contact battle would occur. If so, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out for a while. By then, the soldiers who are already hungry and have been fighting continuously for a whole day may really be unable to bear it.

"Let's rest for the time being and let our comrades fill their bellies first. We'll talk about other things later."

The soldiers, who had been busy since the morning and had almost never stopped for a moment, finally had a chance to breathe. They could sit down and have a good rest and eat something hot.

The German army, which had been retreating all the way and not daring to look back, made it possible for Malashenko and his party to light a fire and cook without worrying that the German army in a confrontation might follow the light of the fire and launch a night attack with artillery fire. When the flames licked the bottom of the pot, the sun had completely set from the far side of the horizon. The soldiers sitting together were talking freely while waiting for the food to be cooked.

"I don't know how long this battle will last, but I hope we can completely defeat these Germans this time!"

Listening to Lavrinenko's words in silence, Malashenko did not intend to tell Lavrinenko the news that the second Kharkov battle would eventually fail. Some things, no matter how close they are, are just pretending. It’s best to think in your own mind.

Although he had no intention of answering what Lavrinenko just said, Malashenko suddenly thought of another situation.

Speaking of which, Lavrinenko seemed to have died in the battle of Moscow last year in history, but he is still alive today and nothing is going well. Is this also the result of his own butterfly effect?

Looking at Lavrinenko, whose face reflected the firelight next to him, Malashenko, who was quite touched, couldn't help but speak in a joking tone.

"Do you believe in fate? Lavry."

"destiny?"

Lavrinenko was a little surprised by the question Malashenko raised. Lavrinenko, who was scratching boredly on the ground with a picked branch in his hand, turned to look thoughtful.

"I think they probably don't believe it. If we Communists believe in destiny, how can we defeat those capitalist lackeys and white bandits who besieged us back then? Fate is not destined. We can only rely on our own hands and Strive to create change.”

Malashenko, who was noncommittal to Lavrinenko's sincere answer and picked up a pebble at his feet and threw it into the bonfire in front of him, gave a different answer.

"But I believe it was fate that made us meet and fight side by side, Lavery. And after we met, I believe fate rewrote a lot of things that followed, including you and me."

Obviously, Lavrinenko, who looked slightly dull, did not understand what Malashenko wanted to express, but this did not prevent Malashenko from continuing to speak in a soothing tone.

"There's nothing to do anyway, so let's sing a song, comrades. Kirill, you graduated from the music department, come and give us a start."

"Okay, Comrade Commander."

Kirill, who received Malashenko's order, did not shirk. Fortunately, Kirill's lungs were not injured by the bullet, and he still has a loud voice.

"Everyone, get ready, we are the defenders of Moscow, get ready."

"We attack the enemy fiercely, and the soldiers stride forward. Behind us is the capital. Moscow is more precious than anything else. We are the most tenacious and brave in the battle because we have Moscow in our hearts."

As a classic red song that has been sung for generations to come, "Defender of Moscow" really began to be sung and popular among the frontline Red Army in 1942.

For the heroic troops who participated in the Battle of Moscow and defeated the elite Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment of the Wehrmacht on the southern front, a song like "Moscow Defenders" is perfect for the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment.

The loud singing echoed on the grassland at night, filled with the aroma of food, and the bonfires dotted the scene under the night. It was like the spark that changed the future of mankind decades ago. The brave soldiers who held on to the Moscow defense line were still alive. We will continue to fight to protect this red land.

"The defense is unbreakable, the city remains firm, and we vow to wipe out all invasions. The defense is unbreakable, and the city stands firm, and we vow to wipe out all invasions. The company is majestic, and the ground is shaking under our feet. Countless people are behind us. The Kremlin’s star shines red in the factory, and we are the most tenacious and brave in the battle!”