Regardless of whether the Germans plan to run away or continue to attack Hill 239 as a tough guy, this hurdle of their own is bound to be a hurdle that the Germans cannot get around and must face.
Malashenko wanted to know how large a force the Germans would use to deal with him. How the Germans would react to this raid would be directly related to the details of his next tactical arrangement and action planning.
It was Malashenko's decision to use defense to find out the Germans' background. Comrade Comrade Political Commissar is not here now and has gone to rest. Sooner or later, he will have to learn to do this kind of thing on his own. The sooner the better.
Well, the faster you can adapt.
Regarding the planning of specific tactical details, Chief of Staff Dudabovsky held the same favorable view on Malashenko's decision.
Although the enemy is at the end of its battle, in the final analysis, it still has the upper hand in terms of total strength and combat posture. The Wannian Ship sailed carefully, although it was relatively conservative but more secure.
Block the Germans' offensive in front of this newly occupied position, and then make appropriate counterattacks based on the amount of troops the Germans invest. If necessary, they can even attack with attack and defeat the enemy in a head-on encounter.
Especially Malashenko, who has a great advantage in armored forces, has reason to do this. There is a high possibility that the Germans still don't know the true strength of their side and what kind of opponents they face.
This is what we call pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. The worst case scenario is that the German army will press forward and come with all their strength. But even so, Malashenko still has enough and powerful tanks on hand.
The troops use it as a guide, and there will never be the embarrassing situation of being bitten by a German guy instead of having fun with it.
After walking out of the tent, Malashenko had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt something was stuck on his face. When he reached out and touched it, he felt it was a little wet but there was no color or anything. Subconsciously,
When I looked up, I realized what was wrong.
"Fuck! Is it going to fucking start raining?"
What fell on his face was none other than raindrops. Malashenko's face was filled with disbelief, and he couldn't help but start cursing.
The reality is that the snow on the roadside has not completely melted, but the weather is getting warmer and it starts to rain suddenly.
The coexistence of rain and snow is not absolutely impossible, but it is relatively rare and annoying at the same time.
The most unsightly thing for a heavy-armed unit like Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division is bad weather with both rain and snow. Muddy roads and mud splashes have been arranged. The reality is that the more you fear something, the more likely it is that something will come.
The faster it is, the more annoying it will be.
The benefits are not absolute, the muddy road conditions are relatively the same for the German side.
If the German wants to run again, he will have to roll and wrestle in the mud. The hunter and the prey are in the same environment, and it depends on who performs better and better.
Malashenko, who looked up at the sky for a few seconds and then slowly shook his head, no longer thought about these nonsense, and instead came to the trench not far away and began to inspect the specific situation.
"Over there...the machine gun is installed in the wrong position. Don't install it in the original position of the Kraut. Move it to a new place over there. Move it to the newly built machine gun position over there. Collect the German machine guns that can still be used. Those things
It’s still valuable, so act quickly!”
Malashenko did not wear official uniform during the war, but wore the same tank soldier combat uniform as always.
If you don't recognize people by their faces, Malashenko, who wears a tank cap, dirty clothes, and an extremely ordinary outfit, has a public face. You might not be able to spot him among the soldiers for a while.
Who is that.
Because of this, Malashenko, who had just entered the trench, was alone and did not have any guards with him. Most of the soldiers who were unaware of this continued to do what they were supposed to do without any awareness of what was behind them.
Not far away stood Comrade Division Commander.
What caught Malashenko's attention was a company commander who was yelling at the soldiers. His arms were waving left and right like a command whip, and he was busy waving his arms.
Similarly, the young company commander did not notice that the division commander was standing not far from the trench where he was.
It wasn’t that Malashenko planned to interfere in the command of the position, maybe he just found it interesting. Anyway, in the end, he quietly moved forward without saying a word, got behind the young company commander, and began to stand there as a spectator.
"Comrade Company Commander...Hey, Comrade Company Commander!"
"Huh? What's wrong? If you have anything to say, just say it."
The astute soldiers who were watching and listening in all directions were whispering reminders, but the company commander, whose brain was obviously a bit big, was still completely unaware and seemed a little stupid.
"Commander...Commander...is behind you!"
Seeing that winking and winking had no effect, the soldier had no other choice but to whisper again and blurt out more specific facts.
"The teacher is behind me?! Did you not wake up in the morning? How could the comrade, the teacher, be behind me..."
Silence, really very silence!
The confident joke he was making plausibly a second ago suddenly stopped, and the entire face he looked back at was completely frozen as if it had been frozen in an instant.
The young company commander, whose mouth was open, had forgotten what state he was in at this moment. He blinked and looked up at the familiar man in front of him who was a full head taller than him. It was as if time had stopped and he could not say anything.
If you don't come out, your brain will be disconnected.
"Well done, young comrade. I'm not good at infantry. You do what you have to do. I just took a look and left."
The first person to break the awkward atmosphere was Malashenko. If this momentum continues, it is estimated that in another minute or two, the relatively young company commander will not be able to hold back any words.
In order not to waste time, Comrade Ma thought it would be better to speak first.
Stretching out his right arm and taking off his gloves, he lightly patted the shoulder of the company commander in front of him. Malashenko responded with a smile and turned around and left as he said. He raised his legs and stepped out of the trench, returning to the position.
Looking at the surrounding situation and starting to wonder where to go next, Sora left the confused young company commander alone in the drizzle.
"...Why don't comrade division commanders refuse to wear general uniforms? There is nothing more terrifying than this!"
Malashenko didn't know what the young company commander was complaining about, but Kulbalov, who was trotting over all the way, quickly appeared in front of Malashenko.
"Comrade Division Commander, I just learned that we have to defend on the spot. Of course I will obey the order, but... how should our tank unit be deployed? Where should it be placed? You'd better explain it to me in detail."