As soon as they arrived at their destination, they immediately entered the battlefield. The 1st Heavy Tank Brigade of Stalin's Guards, which was in a hurry, had no time to set up the brigade headquarters. Political Commissar Petrov was directing the relevant personnel of the brigade headquarters to urgently construct there, and the construction was busy, but the jars and jars continued.
It will take a little more time for the large number of brigade headquarters to really get up to speed.
In a wooden house that was half destroyed by German shelling, Malashenko, Lavrinenko and the commander of the first battalion, Kulbalov, were having a meeting.
A barely usable dining table covered with dirt and dust was temporarily used as a conference table, and several ammunition boxes stacked together became benches for several people to sit around the table. The first person to speak was our brigade commander, Comrade Ma
Rashenko.
"The battle just now was fought beautifully. It took us less than half an hour to kill at least half of the German armored battalion and twice the number of infantry. The heads of those SS infantry can be counted as friendly forces.
But we destroyed every one of those German junk tanks with our own hands, and now it’s time to celebrate this.”
Malashenko's celebration was relatively shabby, that is, each of the three brothers smoked an American cigarette that he had previously looted from Dr. Karachev.
Malashenko has always been very sparing about smoking this stuff. The taste of this stuff is really good. After all, Kalachev's family can be considered a small middle class in the United States. His father runs a grain business.
He made a lot of money in the town and had good connections, all thanks to his clever mind.
As the only son in the family, Kalachev is the ultimate beneficiary of all this, so he is qualified to attend the expensive Johns Hopkins University and can afford to smoke high-end cigarettes. Malashenko also
Just follow it and get some light.
The three big smokers sat together with the fire flickering and puffing away at the smoke. The rich flavor of exotic tobacco soon put a smile on everyone's face. It was simply sweeter than eating honey.
"The Yankees have nice cars, delicious canned food, and great cigarettes! Oh, it's a pity that they don't believe in communism or Comrade Stalin. It's too bad! The American people are in dire straits."
Lavrinenko, holding a cigarette with smoke curling between his fingers, sighed for a while. He really felt sympathy for the American people who were in dire straits when they were oppressed by the capitalists. He was not joking.
"Well, at least they will be our comrades-in-arms now and for a long time in the future. The Americans also hope that those Germans will die soon. It is best for Hitler to disappear immediately. I heard that American and British planes are flying
The indiscriminate bombing of Sicily has been reported in our newspapers. It seems that the American planes are very powerful and the German air force is no match."
As soon as Kurbalov said this, Lavrinenko, who also had nothing to do and loved reading newspapers, immediately took over.
"Yes, I saw it too! The newspaper said that American and British bombers were overwhelming, and the Germans and those Italian ghosts had more than a thousand planes! But they couldn't resist the air attacks of the Americans and British, every day
There will be hundreds of planes strafing and dropping bombs in the sky, chasing each other. I didn’t expect that the German air force would also be educated one day. It’s really refreshing to hear that!”
Lavrinenko and Kulbalov chatted animatedly, and Malashenko, as his superior, naturally had to make some concluding remarks.
"Well, it's true. Mussolini touched the British John Bull's butt in Africa, and he got into trouble and asked Hitler to wipe his shit. Now both of these idiots have to answer for what they did.
To pay the price.”
"As soon as the Americans and British land in Sicily, the pressure on our side of the war will be reduced accordingly. The Germans will have to mobilize heavy troops to defend themselves to prevent the Americans and British from teaming up to conquer Italy and Western Europe.
If it was lifted, it would be like a fire in the backyard to Hitler, which would not be good."
"The Germans' current use of troops has reached its limit. We have almost no strategic reserves in the Soviet Union, and it's the same at home. They are now forcibly recruiting and training even 16- and 17-year-old children. Failure is imminent.
Far."
"The Germans have invested all their elite troops in Kursk, and the only way to mobilize troops is from here. Hitler must have understood that ordinary low-level rubbish troops are no match for the Americans, and the only way to contain the Americans is to recruit elite troops.
So as long as we can hold the Germans back for another month or so, believe me, the enemy's offensive energy will be drastically reduced by then."
Malashenko, who had almost smoked his cigarette to a butt, lifted his military boots and twisted them under his feet. The extinguished cigarette butts emitted the last wisp of smoke like a dying German.
"By then, victory will definitely belong to us! So we must remain optimistic about the situation and form of the battle, and we must not be overwhelmed by the Germans' temporary bluff!"
Malashenko is definitely good at analyzing and judging the overall battle situation and strategic form. This is something that Petrov’s political commissar has praised in public more than once. In the years of even lower level Kulbalov and Lavri
This sounds even more like this to the two of them.
"Ah, so to speak, I'm already looking forward to taking back Ukraine, kicking across the border, and kicking the butts of those Germans! Romania, Bulgaria and Finland, none of these Germans' accomplices and lackeys can escape! We want to
Plant the red flag all over these countries that are oppressed by capitalism and fascism! Let these idiot leaders who work as lackeys for German fascism know that the fists of the Red Army are the most powerful!"
Rather than hating the Germans who invaded his homeland, Lavrinenko hated the troops of the slave countries who were willing to serve as fascist lackeys and accomplices.
When the iron fist of the Red Army penetrates into the heart of the Germans, these lackeys and lackeys must pay the price for their stupidity. There is no second possibility.
"Oh, maybe they don't have to wait until our tanks drive to their city. I bet they will be scared to death by the Red Army's unstoppable force and surrender to us on their own initiative. We expect these third-rate trash troops to resist the great
Red Army, you might as well think that the Germans will be suddenly assassinated and killed suddenly. Be realistic, Lavry."
Kulbalov expounded his thoughts without reservation. Lavrinenko, who listened carefully, turned his head and thought it made sense. Then he came to Ma, who had already taken out the map of the war zone from his shoulder bag.
When Rashenko spoke.
"Okay, my brothers, let's talk about kicking Hitler's ass later."
"Now, let's see how to educate these German bastards in Kursk."