The rising sun has just climbed to the edge of the horizon and has not yet had time to spread its golden light to the earth. Only the white sky will gradually wake up the earth shrouded in darkness.
The world lights up a little bit and a cool breeze blows from time to time, indicating that the battlefield ruins that have been cooled down are about to be rekindled and restarted.
"Every position is basically ready, and all the weapons that can be used are ready. However, we are now short of heavy weapons, especially anti-tank guns and howitzers. We have almost none of these two things, and we only have a few anti-tank guns.
It was also discarded during the evacuation. The Germans will definitely seize this weakness and use tanks to attack the infantry defense line. Is there any good way?"
Malashenko, with a piece of bread in his mouth, was sitting at the table looking at a map and eating breakfast. Lavrinenko, who had just returned from a walk around the position, was making a report and explaining things to Malashenko.
in light of the current difficulties and special circumstances we are facing.
Everyone knows that the SS troops have powerful armor in their hands. Correspondingly, they are lightly armed and simple. The troops who have retreated all the way here do not have much anti-armor firepower in their hands, except for direct fire from tanks.
There is almost no better way than to use firepower to deal with the SS's garbage iron box.
So even if Lavrinenko asked this question, Malashenko, who was not an omnipotent god, had no good solution. He could only slowly shake his head after swallowing the last bite of bread in his hand.
"I can't make anti-tank guns and howitzers, but we have to fight this battle, and the ultimate goal is to defeat the enemy and finally get out of here alive."
After chewing a mouthful of bread for two times, he swallowed it wholeheartedly. He grabbed the water bottle on the table next to him and looked up at his mouth. He took two mouthfuls and wiped his mouth. He raised his hand to glance at the time on his watch and estimated the time on the other side.
It was almost time for those fascist fanatics to take action. Malashenko, who had barely slept last night, seemed a little tired.
"Is there any movement in the south? Is there any situation report?"
The question sounded a bit nonsensical, but Lavrinenko knew clearly what Malashenko was referring to, and after a moment of organizing his words, he immediately answered.
"We just received a report ten minutes ago that the road we drove into the village yesterday has been occupied by the enemy, still the same group of SS soldiers. The scouts couldn't get too close to see the specific details, but it was like
As you guessed last night, I also think it’s the bastards from the Guards Division who are chasing us, so there shouldn’t be anything wrong.”
Listening to Lavrinenko's report, Malashenko, who was refreshing himself with a cigarette in his mouth, was not surprised. He pressed the lighter in his hand and immediately replied.
"Delete it, brother, this is not possible, it is definitely those bastards from the Guards Flagship Division! If they hadn't caught up and blocked the entrance to the south, do you think these unlucky guys were tricked by us before we left?
Where else can you go? If you give a wolf a stick, it will always want to seek revenge on you. In this regard, there is no difference between an SS bastard and a beast like a wolf."
Although Malashenko sounded calm and composed, the bad news from Lavrinenko was obviously not over yet.
"Not only the south, Malashenko, but also the defense forces in the north of the village reported that enemies also appeared in their front direction, and the number was not small. Many soldiers saw a large number of enemy tanks moving in the north direction.
, the situation is not good.”
After all, the adjective "the situation is not good" is a bit vague, and Malashenko naturally understands what the current situation is.
"It's just surrounded on all sides. It's an expected thing. Those bastards of the SS are still worried about us breaking out in the middle of the night. If they don't send more troops from the north to block the opening, then there is really something wrong with their heads. Anyway, now it's
They have so many people that they can squander their troops however they want."
To the east and west of the village are stationed the main forces of the Skeleton Division and the Imperial Division, and to the south is the Guards Division that arrived urgently last night.
As for the rest of the north, Malashenko guessed that the Skeleton Division and the Imperial Division may have sent out some troops separately, and then joined forces again to expand the perimeter of the encirclement and completely block the only opening.
Strictly speaking, this situation is not unexpected. Malashenko has other situations that he cares about and cares about.
"How many Red Army troops are there in the encirclement now? Are we the only ones left?"
Malashenko always felt that the SS had spent so much effort to carry out a roundabout encirclement. He should not be the only one who was locked up in the pocket. If he contacted others, he might be able to contact other troops who were also locked up.
It is always good if the friendly forces in the encirclement can unite some strength.
Unfortunately, Commissar Petrov, who came from behind, brought Malashenko the latest news, which was not very good.
"There are no other friendly forces. We are the only ones left in the encirclement, the 1st Stalin Guards Heavy Tank Brigade and the 9th Guards Airborne Division."
Upon hearing this, Malashenko immediately turned around and saw that Commissar Petrov, who was lighting a cigarette, still wanted to continue speaking.
"The only unit we contacted was a broken unit. There was something strange in the west of the village last night. The sentry thought it was a German who came up under the cover of darkness and was about to shoot. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a group of more than a dozen people who had gathered together temporarily.
Red Army Infantry Troops."
"These dozen people are from the 112th Infantry Division. They were responsible for the Skeleton Division's offensive. After the SS launched a counterattack, their troops were defeated frontally. The second lieutenant led his soldiers to retreat while fighting, and the party
The tanks of the Guards were almost everywhere, and then they got lost with the large army and lost their way. Because there were too few people, they kept avoiding the enemies they met along the way."
"And then they found us here in the middle of the night in a daze? Oh, I don't understand how those SS soldiers monitored their encirclement and didn't even notice it."
If these dozen people were discovered by the SS, there would have been loud gunfire for a while last night. However, the real situation is that Malashenko did not hear even a single gunshot last night. This was obviously a group of SS soldiers.
The encirclement is not tight enough, at least that's what Malashenko thinks.
"It may not be what you think. Judging from the description, a dozen or so of them should have been within the enemy's actual control before the encirclement was completely closed. So this is not considered an accidental attack.
In the encirclement, it can only be regarded as finding a large force to meet up with the army when you are already in the encirclement."
He raised the kettle that Malashenko had just used on the table and prepared to take a sip. Before he could finish his words, Commissar Petrov had no time to put the spout into his mouth when an unexpected loud sound suddenly came.