The black iron stream was squirming forward quickly on the ground like a winding and crawling python. Although this speed was not slow by human standards, the anxious Colonel Klose still felt that it was not slow.
It's not fast enough, and the heart that has been hanging has never let go from the beginning to the end.
"Approximately how far have we withdrawn?"
Sitting in a fully sealed command half-track vehicle that had been modified and equipped with a roof, he raised his hand to look at his watch and found that Colonel Klose, who had been on the road for more than half an hour, asked again.
"About ten kilometers, sir. We have left those Russians far behind. We are safe now."
"Is it only ten kilometers? No... you are wrong, this is not enough! Our speed is too slow! The level of mechanization of those Russians is quite high. Once they remove the obstacles blocking their progress, in less than twenty minutes,
We'll see the Russian tanks right in front of us, I guarantee you."
Colonel Klose was as pessimistic as ever. At least in the eyes of the young adjutant, his immediate superior was a little too negative.
The troops who stayed behind were already strong enough, and it wasn't like the two hundred and five men on the street and the stinky fish and shrimps. How could they let those Russians catch up so quickly?
"Sir, with all due respect, we have left behind half a regiment of rear troops, and they also carry a sufficient number of heavy weapons, tanks, and anti-tank equipment. It is impossible for those Russians to catch up so quickly and want to eliminate such
The rear troops cannot be achieved in a short time, you should be more optimistic, the troops also need you to maintain a clear and rational command."
It would not be wrong to say that Colonel Klose was frightened at this moment, but his state of always being on tenterhooks and looking forward and backward did affect his ability to command and judge to a certain extent. The young adjutant was keenly aware of this.
After a while, he offered some words of advice and took the initiative to remind him. Colonel Klose, who was also aware of his poor condition, just sighed.
"Inform the troops to continue to speed up the progress. The earlier we meet, the better our chances of winning and the sooner we can get out of danger. Before we meet, our situation is far from safe. The Russians may come from unexpected places at any time.
Come out and kill us."
"......Ok, I see."
After giving the order, Colonel Klose sat in his seat and made no other movements. The adjutant who received the order turned and bent over to the correspondent at the front of the carriage to prepare to relay the order.
The interior of the car was closed and dark, and Colonel Klose could not see what was going on outside. Even though there was a hinged window for looking out, he had no intention of looking. His irritable mood and the roar of the mechanical engine simply made people feel sad.
The smell was indescribable, as if the whole person was pressed into a big pot and steamed like a bun.
"These Germans are quite fast. If our offensive hadn't gone smoothly, they might have had to escape."
Behind a hill about two kilometers ahead, two tall men holding telescopes were crawling on the grass and observing the distance. The direction of the German army's rolling iron stream was directly in front of them. If
When it comes to conducting an ambush and surprise attack, there is probably no better opportunity or terrain than this.
"Now that you're here, don't leave. Just leave these fascist scum here!"
"Inform the troops to prepare for battle! According to what we just discussed, we will cut off the head and tail and eat the middle. Wait until the Germans completely enter our ambush line before firing. The first wave of charge will cut the Germans' long snake formation into several pieces.
! Divide and encircle them and defeat them one by one. They do not have enough troops to fight us. The first wave of raids must cut off at least half of the Germans. Action!"
After receiving the order, the major immediately withdrew and retreated to the rear. Kulbalov, who did not retreat immediately but kept observing, let out a sneer at the corner of his mouth, as if he could already see the Germans waiting for a while.
How miserable his death was.
"The Grossdeutschland Panzer Division? Yes, it has a great reputation! Killing these fascist bastards will definitely make the division commander happy for at least three days!"
Kulbalov is not an old man in Malashenko's core team. He is a "half-way monk". Joining Malashenko's core leadership team is already a thing of the past. There have been many big battles before, and he has never followed.
Kulbalov, who had experienced Malashenko together, later heard others describe how Malashenko was in danger and how difficult the fight was.
Therefore, Kulbalov did not personally experience the bloody battle that broke out in 1941 between the troops commanded by Malashenko and the predecessor of the Grossdeutschland Armored Division: the Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment.
But this does not prevent Kulbalov from taking the initiative to understand, listen to other people telling this story, and become familiar with it.
Now Kulbalov knew that the German guys in front of him were beaten like lost dogs by the deputy division commander, and they were so panicked that they ran away all the way.
If you encounter them on the battlefield, you have to fight to the death. If you can, try not to let go of the "most wanted criminals" who can be wiped out.
"One of the most important goals of our division is to find and annihilate the so-called elite elite troops of the Nazi fascists on the battlefield. Every time a beam is removed from the Germans, the battlefield risks faced by the comrades of the friendly forces are also
It will be greatly weakened. All Fascist troops with special titles are our hunting targets. Remember, there is no need to be merciful to these bastards."
"The blood of the Red Army soldiers on their hands is much more than that of ordinary Germans. These bastards always like to fight a war of annihilation against our friendly comrades. Well, since they want a war of annihilation,
We will give him a war of annihilation! It’s just that those who will be annihilated will be these fascist scum, and they will never be the steel elites of the Red Army who are named leaders.”
Kulbalov could not remember clearly which division-wide mobilization meeting the above paragraph was delivered by Malashenko, but the content of this speech was engraved in his bones and remained fresh in his memory.
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The German troops that had accelerated their march were about to rush into their faces. Kulbalov, who knew that he did not have much time to stay any longer, simply retreated down the slope in concealment, stood up and ran away, towards the direction of his impression.
He ran quickly away from where the car in the middle seat was, but his running movement with a prosthetic leg on one foot seemed a bit clumsy and inconvenient.
"It has been confirmed, sir. They have sent a response force to meet us. They also said that the scouts have discovered the movements of other Russians nearby, and more enemies may soon surround us. It is recommended that we meet up immediately after