One thing is that Comrade Political Commissar almost forgot the last time Malashenko did this, but he is sure that Malashenko must have used this trick before and it was successful.
As the saying goes, "One new move can be used all over the world." If you use a surprise move to take the initiative when the enemy doesn't expect it, it is indeed very likely that the surprise move will be "tried and tested".
But the political commissar comrades can also realize that Malashenko is putting his troops at risk.
Once the tactics fail and the plan is exposed, the failure to protect it will not be as simple as losing a bridge. To be honest, it is really possible to involve the entire commando team. For example, if they are exposed when they are crossing the bridge, the Germans will take the bridge with them.
It's not impossible to raise a piece of it.
"Are you sure? You know the risks of doing this very well, and you don't want to think of other ways?"
The Comrade Political Commissar wanted to know whether Malashenko really planned to do this. Naturally, he could only get a confident answer from Malashenko.
"If you have a better idea, I'm all ears."
"..."
There is one thing to say, indeed.
This kind of battle is time-tight, the risk is high, and more importantly, large forces cannot be used to fight directly. In theory, a surprise attack is the most suitable.
Although the risk of doing this is very high, if you compare it with other conceivable tactics, this one has the highest success rate.
It's just that if this fails, the consequences that may involve the entire commando team are indeed "slightly serious".
But as Malashenko said, when you can't find a more suitable tactic than this, then it is worth a try.
"Well, I can't think of a better way. The further you delay, the worse it will be. Even if we don't fight until daytime tomorrow, the Germans may take the initiative to blow up the bridge to delay time. Solving this big problem overnight is indeed
It is the best choice. What are you going to do in terms of implementation? Who will lead the commando team? This candidate must be carefully considered."
While he was talking, Comrade Political Commissar, who lowered his head to take a bite of food, unfortunately missed a very important and fleeting detail: the imperceptible "evil smile" on the corner of Comrade Division Commander's mouth.
That is, after this fleeting and imperceptible moment, the serious Malashenko soon continued to speak seriously.
"First company commander of the 1st Brigade Combat Engineer Battalion, Captain Alsim."
"In terms of experience, during the Soviet-Finnish War, he went skiing with the head of a Finnish ghost, and he is still alive today. The entire combat engineer battalion has more war experience than him. In terms of experience, he can count them on one hand.
Ability, he is the most capable commander of the sharp knife company in the old combat engineer battalion. During the day, he was the first to rush into the German division headquarters, there is no doubt about it. "
"Furthermore, he speaks German quite fluently. I talked to him a while ago. In my opinion, his German level is not a big problem. He also has a bit of a Munich accent. I think he can fool the second-rate garrison at the bridge. In short, he is quite suitable.
As for the candidate, I think he is the one. It can be done with a company of troops, and with a few tanks, he can knock down the bridgehead in one wave. What do you think?"
"..."
What Malashenko said sounded fine, and everything seemed to be going smoothly.
Comrade political commissar who didn't notice anything strange nodded after hearing this. According to what Malashenko said, it would be great to have such a suitable candidate, and the next few things would be relatively simple.
"Okay, just make your decision. I believe you have a good eye for people."
"I'm going to arrange the recruitment organization and contact the equipment. You can go find the Alsim you mentioned, arrange the mission with him, and explain the details. Maybe there are some German prisoners of war who know more about the bridgehead.
As for the details, I'll go find some valuable interrogation reports and come back later."
After saying that, Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who was accustomed to more actions than words, stood up and left, leaving behind Comrade Ma who had almost eaten the whole chicken, as if he was still sitting there thinking about something.
About half an hour later, when Comrade Malashenko, who was very efficient, was waiting for Comrade Malashenko to ask if he had anything to explain before the commandos set off, Comrade Lao Ma, who felt that he had arranged everything in place,
It seems a little leisurely.
"The reserve team has been arranged. As soon as the bridgehead is taken, the signal flares are raised, and the follow-up troops immediately rush to support. The contact method is through the vehicle-mounted radio on the Panther, so we can get the latest news in time. I will also arrange the specific mission details with
Now that I’ve explained it clearly, there’s nothing more to say.”
"Uh... uh, I suddenly felt a little dizzy and nauseous at the moment. I probably caught a cold from the wind or something. You can do the rest. Lavrinenko is here too. I'll go over there first.
Just lie on the bed for a while, and if you need anything, just call me."
As he was talking, Malashenko suddenly became confused, covering his forehead with his hand as if he was dizzy. Seeing this, the political commissar comrades couldn't help but step forward and take a closer look.
"Are you okay? Are you sure you don't need to call Karachev to check on you?"
Malashenko, who looked dizzy just now, smiled temporarily, but he didn't waver since he stood up from the chair, but the smile on his face seemed a bit forced.
"Harm! What can happen to me? It's just a little dizzy. Who doesn't have a headache? The German's shells can't kill me. What can a little dizziness do to me? Don't think too much, I'm going to rest.
It'll be fine in a moment. If anything happens, you can call me at any time, and I'll be sure to be there."
"...."
I don’t know why. Looking at the back of Malashenko walking towards the camp bed next to the tent, Comrade Political Commissar always felt that something was a little strange, but he couldn’t explain the specific reason.
He could only shake his head and then follow Malashenko's instructions, walk out of the camp and order the commando team to set off as planned and start taking action. As he walked, he still thought that maybe he was really overthinking? Maybe he was too worried.
This is probably due to Malashenko's health.
About five minutes later, when Comrade Political Commissar returned to the camp again after finishing what he was supposed to do, he only saw a familiar figure lying on the camp bed next to the tent.
When I took a closer look, I realized that our senior comrade's habit of falling asleep has not changed at all.
He said he would lie down and rest for a while, but now he was snoring loudly and loudly.
There was a big temperature difference between day and night in the wild. Worried that Malashenko would catch a cold, the political commissar also took a military coat from the clothes rack on the side, spread it out with a wave of one hand, and covered Marashenko who was sleeping soundly.
On the subject.
Malashenko seemed to have noticed that someone was covering him with something. Malashenko, who was sleeping as if he was not yet dead, had a clever idea and subconsciously pulled the thing covering himself, covering most of his head, and turned his head.
He continued to sleep soundly.
Seeing this, Comrade Political Commissar just smiled kindly. Comrade Commander must have been really exhausted to do this.
Anyway, there is still some time before the commandos arrive at the operating position. It is not too late to wake up Malashenko when the fighting starts. Don't disturb him now and continue to take a nap.
Comrade Political Commissar, who felt that there was nothing wrong with him, immediately turned around and left. He didn't take two steps out before he remembered that he still had something to do in the army. It wouldn't take more than a few minutes to get a report and he would be back. Go back as soon as possible.
Without much delay, he quickly walked out of the camp.
But what Comrade Comrade Political Commissar never expected was that as soon as Malashenko, who was sleeping like a dead pig, shivered as if he had been electrocuted and sat up from the cot as soon as he took off his front legs.
What's even more terrible is that someone opened a corner of the tent from the outside, and a big living man crawled directly in. At first glance, it was obvious that he and Malashenko had already discussed it, and they would meet immediately if there was any movement.
Malashenko's tone, as if he was a thief who was afraid of being discovered, was just pressing.
"Hurry, act fast! Lie on the bed! If my comrade political commissar finds me, I won't be able to leave!"