Chapter 1505 people and equipment are at their limit
Chapter 1505 People and equipment are reaching their limits
"Is this the last battle?"
Before Malashenko could actually walk to the car, Iushkin, who was sitting on the turret with a cigarette falling out of his mouth, was already asking questions.
"Yes, the last battle, to be precise, it is the last battle in Cherkasy. If you say it is the last battle against the Germans, it would be a pity. At least it will not be this year, at least it will be
Let’s wait until next year.”
As Malashenko walked forward, he put the helmet in his hand on the top of his head. He took out his pair of black leather gloves that were already a bit worn out from his jacket pocket and put them on. As he walked, his tone sounded different.
It's unusually relaxed and nonchalant.
"Hey, of course I know I don't expect to kill the Germans this year. But when you talk about completely defeating the Germans, I am looking forward to something else, such as getting rid of the German accomplices and lackeys."
"When the time comes, the Germans will definitely push these guys forward to block the gunfire and die. We will deal with them first. I am looking forward to beating up those Finnish ghosts. None of these lackeys are good."
"Um....."
Malashenko stepped to the side of his car, rested his right elbow on the sloping side armor of the IS4 heavy tank's huge body, and looked thoughtfully.
Iushkin, who was sitting on the top of the turret, quickly responded and spoke.
"Let Finland go first, and you can look forward to dealing with those Polish fools. This European stepping stone is at the door of our motherland. You must step on it when you go out. Whether you think about it or not, this is the inevitable step to the German mainland.
Through the road.”
Malashenko, who was talking and taking action, had already climbed to the top of the turret, jumped in from the opened turret hatch, leaving half of his body outside, reached out and took the remaining half of the gun that Iushkin was holding in his mouth.
He took off the cigarette and put it directly into his mouth, and then finished the rest of the words in his mouth.
"We will definitely have a tough battle with the Germans in Poland by then. The Germans will take advantage of the last bastion to defend their homeland and stop the Red Army from advancing at all costs, even if they beat Poland to pieces. I estimate that it may be possible by then
There will be a short-term battle that is no less intense than Stalingrad, but it won't last as long, so you'd better be mentally prepared."
"..."
"But why did you take my cigarette? Don't you have it yourself?"
After hearing this, Malashenko grinned at the slightly confused Iushkin, stretched out his right hand and hit Iushkin directly on the bridge of his nose with a snap of his fingers.
"What other reason do I need to whip you? Enter the turret and get ready to go!"
Apart from a good meal of beef stew with potatoes and fresh bread, Malashenko still hasn't had even an hour of decent sleep.
The German's specialty coffee was worse than horse urine, and the cigarettes that he smoked almost to the point of tears. Malashenko, who had used all the refreshing gadgets, still felt a little sleepy. This was just
As soon as I sat in the turret commander's seat, I immediately felt sleepy. I was afraid that I would fall asleep immediately if I just leaned against the turret bulkhead and closed my eyes for ten seconds.
"Ah... How many days have I not had a good night's sleep? Has it been a week? I feel like I'm going crazy. It would be great if I had a bottle of Red Bull."
Malashenko, who was sitting in the commander's seat with his eyes wide open and somewhat dull, was mumbling to himself. Artyom, who was already on standby in the turret, heard the murmur of the commander's mouth and became curious.
I couldn't help but ask questions.
"Comrade Commander, what is the red...red cow? Are there blue and red cows?"
"..."
Malashenko, who realized that he was in such a daze that he had spilled the beans, was a little speechless, and pretended that nothing had happened and immediately opened his mouth to put the matter away.
"Nothing, just a rather strange creature. Iushkin, check the gun scope and breech block, Artyom checks the ammunition rack, first put the armor-piercing bomb at hand. In this battle, we are going to chew the German turtle shell.
Seryozha, start the train and get ready to go!"
Even without Malashenko's order, the skilled and tacit team members of No. 177 knew what they should do.
Iushkin, who has become accustomed to his new and enhanced sighting system, is making final adjustments, while Artyom is following Malashenko's order to adjust the position on the first ammunition rack at the rear end of the turret behind him.
Fire 122mm projectiles for sorting and placement, and keep the high-priority projectiles you need at hand to ensure they are always within reach and can be loaded quickly during wartime.
"There is something wrong with our suspension system, Comrade Commander. There are some abnormal noises on the right side of the road wheels, which are not working well. You will feel some shaking on the right side when driving. Let me remind you."
"Um?"
Malashenko, who had indeed felt that there was something wrong with his car, perked up, and then he bent down and asked Seryosha, who was alone at the front of the car, and asked.
"Didn't you go find Karamov and see what happened? Why didn't you fix it?"
"I went to find it myself, and Karamov came to check it in person. He said it should be caused by loose or severely worn suspension rods and too many off-road miles. This problem needs to be disassembled and repaired, but we don't have the time now.
Karamov led people to do some maintenance and gave it a few simple hammer blows. He said that it would be able to last at least a hundred kilometers of cross-country mileage, and he would just do a major overhaul after the battle."
"..."
After hearing this, Malashenko was speechless for a moment and really didn't know what to say.
Since this battle, I have been running around non-stop all the way. Even when I was on the southern line of Kursk, I had never experienced such a torturous long-distance cross-country maneuver.
The entire army has not had a good rest at all since the beginning of the war. The daily maintenance of the tanks is done in a race against time at night after the battle in the day. It is time-consuming and laborious to disassemble and overhaul the entire tank. In this field battle
Under the circumstances, there is no time, no equipment, no conditions, and it is impossible.
Comrade Division Commander's car has been messed up like this, so one can easily imagine what the other tanks in the division are doing now.
Fortunately, no matter how hard the Germans tried, this battle would definitely be the last battle in the Battle of Cherkasy. Otherwise, Malashenko estimated that his troops would be absolutely overwhelmed in the subsequent pursuit.
Breaking down while running is just like those delicate tigers and leopards in the German zoo.
"Hurry up and end this. Both people and equipment can't bear it anymore!"
Malashenko, who had this idea firmly in his mind, took one last look at the artillery fire covering the explosion in the distance that had obviously weakened, and then he picked up the radio transmitter in his hand, brought it to his mouth, and spoke loudly.