At this point in the war, Malashenko has long been indifferent to how many more National Defense Forces he has eliminated. At best, just adding more numbers is of little significance.
There is only one opponent that Malashenko really wants to crush at this moment: those Viking division bastards from the SS.
The bad things that these unscrupulous humanoid beasts committed in the Soviet Union have long been known to everyone. Malashenko, who has seen too many massacres and inhumane horrors along the way, now just wants to hurry up and fight with the Vikings.
The bastards faced each other, and sent them on their last journey with complete destruction.
"Ah, Malashenko, you are here, I was just going to find you."
Malashenko, who was about to give the order for the troops to regroup and continue the pursuit, had not had time to take action when a comrade, the political commissar, stepped forward quickly and held the telegram in his hand.
"A telegram has just been sent from the front army headquarters. The Germans fleeing to the northwest have just caught fire with friendly forces. Comrade Commander has mobilized a tank corps to lie directly in front of the Germans' escape route. The telegram said that the battle is now
The situation was very intense. The Germans invested at least one regiment of armor and an equal number of infantry in the first round of charge. It seemed that they were in a hurry."
"Comrade Commander requires our division to speed up the pursuit and cooperate with friendly forces to completely annihilate all remaining enemies. Among all the remaining pursuit forces, we are the closest now. If we act quickly, it is completely late. One tank corps is enough to defeat the Germans.
I've been holding you back for quite some time."
While Comrade Political Commissar was explaining, Comrade Lao Ma, who received the telegram, quickly read it for self-understanding.
The contents of the telegram contained clear orders as stated by Comrade Political Commissar. Vatutin directly asked Malashenko to seize the opportunity this time and completely annihilate the last remaining group of German troops.
Malashenko, whose brain was extremely logical, began to think quickly about the details that must be taken into consideration. In addition to the original division, he also had the Fourth Guards Tank Brigade to act together, ready to be dispatched at any time.
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In this way, if the total strength of the troops is added up, the total strength will basically be nearly 20,000. The main reason for this is that our division is originally a large establishment, far exceeding the average Guards tank division of the same level.
On this basis, coupled with the direct cooperation of the friendly tank troops lying in front of the Germans, the total strength of the two sides should not differ much after a back and forth, basically around 30,000 to 40,000 people.
However, the morale and technical equipment advantages are all on our side, and we can also get support and cover from fighter planes in the sky. It is very easy to deal with the last remaining Germans, and there is no big problem.
"Okay, I've finished reading the telegram. Just follow what it said and take action immediately! Inform the troops to assemble. We don't want these shabby German weapons. Stop cleaning the battlefield and set off in five minutes!"
It is not easy for Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, which has a lot of belongings, to move quickly, not to mention that it has just finished a battle. It is a bit too difficult to get the troops to start within five minutes, even
It's enough to be called unrealistic, but Malashenko, who has Vatutin's orders, no longer cares about these things.
Rushing forward, knocking them over and then tearing these Germans to pieces, winning the final victory in one fell swoop, this was more important than anything else to Malashenko, who was now red-eyed.
"Is the car ready?"
Iushkin, who was holding an extra-large wrench in his hand, was squatting on the left side of the tank with Seryosha, who was holding a crowbar, and seemed to be studying whether there was something wrong between the second and third road wheels.
, something was obviously wrong when the tank was being driven just now, and the bumps were more serious than usual.
Hearing Malashenko suddenly come forward to ask questions, Iushkin subconsciously raised his head and replied.
"It's a small problem, but it won't affect the battle, so it can be said to be ready."
"Then don't worry about it so much. Let's leave the small issues until after the battle. The Germans were intercepted by friendly forces not far in front of us. They can't escape this time! We will be completely done after this battle!"
There was obvious excitement in Malashenko's tone. After hearing this, Iushkin and Seryosha looked at each other and instantly beamed.
For Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, the most significant and unforgettable aspect of the Battle of Cherkasy was its constant maneuvering, covering more distances than any previous battle.
Not only did there not be much rest time after the long-distance maneuvering, but the bumping on the ground was a bit unbearable. The poor road conditions and long-distance off-road maneuvers also caused huge losses to the tank itself, which is visible to the naked eye.
Now it's just a small problem with the road wheels. The car feels a little more wobbly when driving, something doesn't feel right.
But if it continues like this, Iushkin himself feels that this precious car may declare a strike soon and cannot hold on any longer.
Now that I have heard the news of the final battle, this is undoubtedly good news for both people and cars. It would be false to say that Iushkin is not happy about this. He quickly followed Comrade Commander to get on the car and prepare to set off. Now is the time
The only real thing to do.
"I've been waiting for you to say this for a long time! It's best to finish this battle quickly. My bones are almost falling apart in the past few days."
Iushkin, who climbed up to the turret while complaining softly, got into the car in three clicks. Malashenko, who entered the turret first, reached for the radio transmitter hanging next to him.
, then connected to the public channel and issued orders to all radio-equipped vehicle crews in the division.
"This is the last battle for Circassia, comrades! Go out and crush those Germans! Completely bury those Fascist SS troops!"
call out--
boom--
At the same time that Malashenko issued the order for a general attack, a scene of fierce collision and strangulation between steel and flesh was taking place on the battlefield not far away.
"Come on, charge at me! We have no time, break through the Russian defense line! Hurry!"
"Armor-piercing bullets! Aim at the Russian's T34 and prepare to shoot!"
"There are too many of them and they are rushing towards us!"
Because the Soviet tank troops that came to intercept also marched quickly at night and night, the battle that Malashenko had not yet joined was not a traditional positional offensive and defensive battle, but one that entered a state of white deterioration and anxiety from the beginning.
Armored encounter.
There were countless T3485 medium tanks, and they were fiercely strangled with the German forward armored forces, with fire flying everywhere. The Red Army tank soldiers, who had received orders not to allow the Germans to take another step forward, refused to give in. They knew the time was right.
The Germans, who were equal to their lives, were eager to kill at the beginning of the battle and used all their strength.