The unsatisfied SS troops retreated, just as they failed to win in previous battles with the 1st Heavy Tank Brigade of Stalin's Guards. Even this time the retreat was faster than before.
The more intense the battle, the more people can forget the concept of time. Malashenko has personally experienced this situation countless times and understands it well, so after the battle, he raised his head and saw the sunset on the horizon.
All Malashenko could do was sigh. This day, which felt more torturous than a week or even a month, finally passed with barely holding on to the position.
Malashenko was convinced that the SS troops who had suffered heavy losses must regroup, conscientiously build a passable campsite, slowly lick their wounds, recuperate and prepare for tomorrow's offensive.
Of course, the Germans will inevitably use the gap from dusk to night to make up for their mistakes during the day. The SS, who have a strong force in their hands, wants to surround this useless and beaten-up small village.
What a difficult thing.
After repelling the enemy, there was indeed the possibility of taking advantage of the situation to break through, but Malashenko quickly gave up this unrealistic idea after thinking about it.
The battle had just ended and there was no time to count the results. The troops with so many jars and a large number of wounded could not get up quickly. More importantly, Malashenko did not have much capital to break out of the encirclement now.
We haven't had time to count the battle losses yet, but it is inevitable that the losses will be considerable.
Faced with an absolute advantage and an eye-catching flanking enemy, it was impossible for Malashenko to arrange so many troops to quietly break out from under the enemy's nose.
And once the SS soldiers, like sharks that smelled blood, heard the wind and rushed towards the breakout troops who had left their positions. Malashenko repeatedly asked himself countless times but still couldn't find the possibility of a successful breakout.
Its level of mechanization is no less than its own, and its total military strength is far superior to its own.
What's more important is that Malashenko really can't afford to lose. As long as he loses one more time, even if it's just a small mistake, the outcome Malashenko will face will be to fall into the abyss and never recover.
By the way, all the lives of Stalin's 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade and the friendly 9th Guards Airborne Division were also included.
Looking at the ruins of the battlefield where the warmth had not dissipated and was still smoking, Malashenko thought repeatedly and even felt that the commanders of the SS troops on the opposite side must be eager to see him break away from the defensive position and break through. Because this is the only way,
Only then can the fascist fanatics maximize their military advantage in open areas.
If he were the SS commander, Malashenko asked himself that he would probably very much hope for such a situation.
Although it seems extremely stupid to continue to guard this shabby little village and wait for death, but as far as the current situation is concerned, Malashenko really can't find a better way.
The so-called breakout is nothing more than a catalyst to accelerate death...
The injured soldiers were rushed to the field hospital for emergency treatment and wound treatment. Those soldiers who were not injured or had only minor injuries or scratches were in twos and threes holding melee weapons, cleaning the battlefield and checking those who were injured.
Among the SS soldiers who rushed to the street, were there any who deliberately pretended to be dead or simply passed out?
In large-scale battles for position, such situations are not uncommon. There are many unlucky people who are knocked unconscious by artillery shells or grenades and later wake up.
With luck, the soldiers might be able to bring back a few prisoners for Malashenko who can pry something out of his mouth, provided that the fascist fanatic didn't go crazy and resist as soon as he was captured. If that's the case,
The Red Army soldier who captured him would naturally be happy to reward this idiot with a gun, and almost no one would refuse to send the SS on their way.
Malashenko moved his steps back and forth to inspect the position. When he saw a stretcher passing by him with injured soldiers lying on it, Malashenko would take the initiative to step forward as long as the distance was slightly closer.
, to express condolences and encouragement to the brave and fearless warriors.
However, there are only a few soldiers who can survive, or in other words, there are not many soldiers who can survive until the end of the battle.
Malashenko, who was walking forward step by step on a position full of bomb craters, came to the wreckage of an IS2 heavy tank that had been devoured by flames and turned into a dark coffin.
This destroyed IS2 heavy tank, which had obviously suffered an ammunition explosion, was obviously completely scrapped. The fire and flames spurted from the inside out had completely blackened even the solid armor plate. Malashenko took off the gloves on his right hand.
He reached forward and lightly wiped it, and almost half a centimeter thick blackened smoke stains were directly covered on Malashenko's hands.
"It seems that it has been burning for a long time, otherwise it wouldn't be like this..."
I don’t know if the combustibles burned out and extinguished themselves, or if other soldiers stepped forward to extinguish the flames of the wreckage. In short, the dark steel wreckage is no longer burning.
Malashenko walked around the wreckage and took two more steps forward. Then he saw several tank soldiers busy at the front of the wreckage. He seemed to be unaware of his arrival, who was moving lightly and had not yet made a sound.
"Is this car yours? Comrades."
As soon as Malashenko spoke, several soldiers who were working in front of the wreckage immediately turned around.
"Brigade...Comrade Commander, hello! Second Lieutenant Shevaev, commander of No. 124, 1st Platoon, 2nd Company, 1st Tank Battalion, is leading the entire vehicle crew to report to you!"
"Um......"
Feeling a little tired, Malashenko did not respond with too many greetings. He just raised his hand and saluted the young commander, and then repeated the words he just said again and asked.
"Is this car your car?"
Seeing the comrade brigade commander pointing at the burnt remains of the IS2 heavy tank next to him, which was completely covered in black, the commander named Shevaev just smiled bitterly, shook his head and replied.
"No, Comrade Brigade Commander. Our tanks are over there, look."
Looking in the direction of Shevayev's finger, Malashenko saw an IS2 heavy tank with a raised barrel and an open top, parked about forty or fifty meters away from him.
"Then this tank doesn't belong to you. Are you here to count the battle damage?"
As he spoke, Malashenko took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a handful of cigarettes, and gave one to each of the tank soldiers and commander Shevaev present, including himself of course.