"I can think of a German guy pulling his butt, but that's too fucking tight, right? It's worse than a useless knife that has no work to do!"
Malashenko, who was obviously a little surprised, raised his arm and glanced at his watch. It was less than half an hour since the forward troops exchanged fire with the enemy. It took about twenty minutes to clear up the Germans in a position.
Really? This is not a fucking Ukrainian guy wearing German dog skins.
But no matter what the truth is and what the possibility is, this further order must be issued by Malashenko as the division commander. Objectively speaking, only he, Malashenko, has this power.
"Inform the frontline troops to suspend the offensive and not to continue to advance! Further forward is the hinterland of the Germans. If the troops are not strong enough to get in, they may not be able to get out! Stay in place and wait for the arrival of the large forces. That's it for the time being. The main force is large
The troops will be here soon!"
Malashenko knew very well that what he was facing at the moment was not just a few cats and two dogs of the Germans, but an entire armored corps of the Wehrmacht plus an elite division of the SS.
Previously, I fought against half of the 502nd Battalion, plus an armored division and a semi-remnant infantry division, and even with all the troops in my hands, I couldn't completely destroy the opponent. It was dark and dark, and I had to fight until sunset, and it was just
Some of the forced Germans raised their hands to surrender and performed French military salutes, while others simply rubbed oil on their soles and fled away.
In the final analysis, Malashenko's troops are still limited and he cannot afford to keep all these Germans. Those who should run can only be allowed to run away, and they cannot catch up with them and use roundabout encirclement. How much appetite you have to eat a big bowl of rice is a matter for everyone.
A truth that commanders and fighters who hold important positions must understand.
Let a battalion of medium tanks break into the hinterland of the Germans, go deep alone, and still be a powerful opponent that far exceeds him in terms of total strength. Although it is true that Malashenko holds the most elite tank division in the Red Army, but
You can't be so arrogant as a human being.
The vanguard force has overfulfilled its scheduled combat mission. If it wants to go further, it will have to wait until the follow-up force arrives. Moreover, what the Germans will do next after being stabbed from the side must take this variable factor into consideration.
Malashenko must be extremely cautious in issuing further orders.
It didn't take much time for the main force commanded by Malashenko to arrive at the forward theater. After all, medium tanks were only faster than heavy tanks, and they had not yet reached the level of qualitative change.
Heavy tanks carrying a large number of accompanying infantrymen drove up to the position one after another. The newly arrived infantry soldiers who jumped off the steel bodies were also looking around at the still smoking battlefield ruins, quite curious.
"The battle was well fought, Varosha! Was it your troops who did it?"
Since new tactics and new equipment have been put in place and adopted one after another, Malashenko has begun to pay more and more attention to the situation of his only independent infantry regiment directly under the division headquarters.
Facing questions from Malashenko, who found him as soon as he got out of the car, Varosha, who had just arrived at the battlefield ruins, said a few words to a few of his entourage before turning to Malashenko's side.
"Everything is fine, Comrade Division Commander! We killed the Germans and tested new tactics."
"The first battalion that followed the medium tanks in the vanguard battle was the serious old basic unit we brought out after the battle of Stalingrad. Although the equipment is not as good as the combat engineer battalion, in terms of combat experience and combat effectiveness, it can be said that it is
It’s no worse than a combat engineer battalion.”
"The Combat Engineer Battalion is good at breakthroughs with heavy firepower. The first battalion fights light and fast assault routes. There is no big problem in dealing with such rookie Germans. The main thing is to have tanks to cooperate and fight well with heavy firepower."
Out of trust in Varosha, Malashenko also assigned his most valued infantry unit: the Combat Engineer Battalion to Varosha's command to create a new battalion under unified command.
Therefore, when it comes to the comparison of combat effectiveness, Varosha, who clearly knows the combat effectiveness of the combat engineer battalion under his command, prefers to compare other battalions with the combat engineer battalion.
In normal training and regimental meetings, Varosha also requires battalion commanders to align the combat strength standards of their troops with those of combat engineer battalions. Even if the equipment is inferior and the combat effectiveness is slightly lower, at least it must be like a combat engineer battalion.
The momentum came out.
Competing with the "humanoid self-propelled tanks" of the Combat Engineer Battalion would cost the lives of several other battalion commanders.
If nothing else, in the usual hand-to-hand combat competitions, the double-layered heavy armor on the iron bastards of the Combat Engineer Battalion took advantage of the boss. All attacks on the torso were judged to be invalid, and only ordinary
Ordinary soldiers wearing military uniforms will be declared out as soon as they are stabbed in the body with a knife.
In addition, all the people in the Combat Engineer Battalion are strong and bear-like. They are wearing double-layered heavy armor and are still dancing with rifles with bayonets in their hands. Indispensable hand-to-hand combat and stabbing training.
, if you want to overthrow such a "humanoid self-propelled tank", you usually have to take three or five soldiers in to do it.
Several other battalion commanders who were watching around the arena were anxious and had no choice but to join together and curse a few words of "not practicing martial ethics" to end the matter. That's not what they said, but that's what they meant.
Malashenko also had the opportunity to visit several combat engineer battalion trainings when he went to inspect the troops, and he had some understanding of this situation.
So when Varosha told Malashenko that the combat performance of the 1st Battalion was no worse than that of the Combat Engineer Battalion, Malashenko was indeed slightly surprised and then overjoyed, with a sincere smile on his face.
emerge.
"That's good, Varosha!"
"I heard Comrade Political Commissar tell me that you usually require other battalions to be in line with the standards of combat engineer battalions. I very much support you in doing so! There is something I have never said to you, and I will tell you now, you
You can also use it as a lesson to tell the soldiers later."
"You sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in war. Those who can survive on the battlefield are all warriors who have mastered superb combat skills. I, Malashenko, don't want any weakling who complains about pain and fatigue in ordinary times. Stalin's Guards
Not even a single tank division will be accepted."
"Since you want the most elite tank division in the Red Army to serve as infantry, you must be prepared to live up to the name of the elite. Strict requirements are responsible for the lives of the soldiers! This is what I ask you to do!"
Varosha, who became a monk halfway and did not follow his subordinates from the beginning, has always obeyed Malashenko's orders, and he also wanted to prove and express himself in front of his comrades and division commanders to gain recognition.
So after hearing what Malashenko said, Varosha's next answer was naturally straightforward and without thinking.
"Yes, Comrade Division Commander! I will definitely implement your words and orders and ensure they are implemented in place!"