Major Varosha guessed correctly what the brigade commander really thought. Malashenko did not issue any additional orders to pursue the enemy or expand the results. He just asked the troops to seize the time to clear the battlefield, rescue the wounded, and prepare for retreat and transfer as soon as possible. .
"It feels like a dream, Comrade Brigadier. For a moment, I even thought that these Germans were planning to fight us to the death on the battlefield. Now it seems that they lack courage."
As soon as Malashenko got out of the car, he met Kulbalov who came to meet him.
Facing Kulbalov's lament, Malashenko, who felt that he was already a little shaky even when walking, stood firm, holding on to his exhausted body after a high-intensity battle, and looked at the gang of SS soldiers The retreating direction spoke back.
"They are here to be conquerors, not here to take care of their lives. These bastards still cherish their own lives. We are defending our country, so why should they compete with us in fighting will? "
Because of his unique status as a time traveler, Malashenko was often forced to tell lies to deceive his comrades and protect the secret that only he knew.
But this time, Malashenko spoke the truth from the bottom of his heart.
In terms of fighting will, Malashenko never felt that his First Heavy Tank Brigade of Stalin's Guards would lose to any opponent. Even those fanatical SS elites composed of desperate fanatics still could not be compared together. .
Are you bragging? The answer is clear just by looking at the results of the battle.
The ownership of this bloody position that has been fought over repeatedly is still owned by Stalin's 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade and the 9th Guards Airborne Division that work together to coordinate operations. In other words, it still belongs to the Soviet Red Army.
What can the Guards Flagship Division do? After a life-and-death close-quarters fight that would knock a dog’s brains out, the first one to give in and run away hastily with his tail between his legs is still the same menacing attack by this group of people. SS scum.
The harder you attack when attacking, the faster you will be defeated when retreating.
The remaining troops of the Guards Division, whose formation was out of order, retreated in a swarm like a swarm of bees that had been stolen from their home.
If he could immediately gather the offensive forces to launch a counterattack at this time, Malashenko dare not say that he could push back the main position of the Guards Division and recapture the entire October State Farm in one fell swoop, but at least he would be able to defeat this group of troops who were defeated like a tide. There is no problem for the bastard to stay in front of the position, but the two legs of the No. 11 bus want to compete with the track? Nonsense!
"What a pity. If the back of your butt hadn't caught fire at any time, I would have let your Guards Division know the dangers of the Soviet Union today!"
No matter how much you want to expand the results, you must not forget the top priority at the moment. The telegram that Vatutin sent to Malashenko not long ago clearly stated the criticality of the situation in black and white. If at this time And because he wasted time because of greed for heads, and was surrounded by Germans in this damn place, then for Malashenko, it was really picking sesame seeds and losing watermelon, and the gain outweighed the loss.
Malashenko, who finally glanced at the direction of the enemy's retreat, withdrew his gaze. The current urgent situation no longer allowed wasting more time on meaningless things. Malashenko told himself that he must deal with the highest priority issues quickly. matter.
"Go and quickly compile the casualty and loss report of your battalion, properly arrange the injured comrades, and send them to the field hospital for treatment. In addition, send someone to Karamov and ask him to find a way to deal with the tanks that can still be repaired. Tell him
He is my order, he must use the fastest speed!"
As soon as Kulbalov heard this, he immediately realized that Comrade Brigade Commander had entered a serious state again. Of course, he could not hit the muzzle of the gun at this time, otherwise he would be short-sighted.
"Yes, Comrade Brigade Commander, I will handle it personally right now."
Looking at Kulbalov who stood at attention and saluted him, he limped away as fast as he could and carried out the order. He almost forgot that Kulbalov was a man who lost one foot and was carved out of wood.
As a disabled man whose legs were used as crutches, looking at the unyielding back of Malashenko, it was inevitable that he would sigh for a moment.
"There is always no shortage of pure men like this. I am really in a great Patriotic War."
Malashenko, who was sighing secretly in his heart, took off his gloves and let his paws breathe. At the same time, he turned around and saw Iushkin, who was helping Kirill outside the tank.
There was something obviously wrong with the two figures on the turret. I thought to myself that my head was not working well, so I almost forgot about Kirill, who was in the worst health in the whole car. I was worried about whether Kirill could still hold on.
Malashenko, who was able to hold on, said nothing and hurriedly ran towards the car that was not far away.
"Be careful, be careful! Kirill. I'm supporting you. Don't be afraid. Come out gently. Seryosha has already called the Yankee doctor. Just hold on! That Yankee is the best at treating your illness. Don't
Worry."
As a gunner, Iushkin and as a loader, Kirill, are a golden pair. Iushkin is very grateful that Kirill always does his best to push the shells in when he needs it most.
Bore, so that I can quickly kill the Germans one after another, and let the corpses of those garbage tanks be separated and exploded into flaming coffins.
Kirill, who was still blushing and having difficulty breathing, needed help. Naturally, Iushkin couldn't just sit back and ignore this.
Malashenko is not only the commander of the entire vehicle, but also the commander of the entire brigade. There is nothing wrong with getting out of the car immediately after the battle to deal with other matters. Therefore, he must volunteer to take on the responsibility of taking care of Kirill.
, in Iushkin’s opinion, this is his necessary and due responsibility.
By the time Malashenko quickly ran to the side of the tank, Iushkin, who had slid out of the car first, had slowly and little by little lifted Kirill, who was lying flat on the turret and struggling to breathe, into his arms.
Li took it step by step, leaning Kirill against the tank to make his good brother feel more comfortable.
This set of tedious physical work of holding people is not an easy task for Iushkin, who is only just over 1.7 meters tall. He even has to put a random German guy under his feet.
Only by wearing a steel helmet could I reach out enough to reach the shoulder of Kirill, who was lying flat on the turret, and then carefully hold him down little by little.
"Kiril, Kirill! Look at me, I am Malashenko! Keep breathing, slowly and steadily, the battle is over, we are safe! Don't be in a hurry to gasp for air, take your time, let go first
The lungs calm down, yes, that's it! Slowly, little by little."
Malashenko and Iushkin, who were surrounding Kirill, were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. Not far away, Seryosha and his two men, who had called the "American miracle doctor" Karachev, were speeding away.