"Are you sure there are really explosives in this broken building? What clues do we have?"
After leaving the low wall, Malashenko followed the regiment leader to a small house that had just been captured and was now used as a temporary field command post.
It looked like it should have been a German guardhouse or something like that before. Anyway, it wasn't important right now. Malashenko just wanted to find out what he was interested in quickly.
"We can't be sure directly, comrade division commander. The reason why we knew there were explosives in the building was because the Germans used loudspeakers to shout to us. The battalion commander who advocated leading the team to attack the enemy told me that he thought it was a bluff by the Germans, but my
Comrade Political Commissar believes that we would rather believe that there are really explosives in the building. We cannot joke with the lives of hundreds of soldiers. Once the building is bombed, it will really be all over."
"Um......"
After hearing this, Malashenko nodded slightly, and the situation was almost similar to what he had guessed.
But that’s where the problem lies. It seems like there’s something to be said for it. It doesn’t matter whether you fight or not. You have to think of some clever way to make the Germans understand the seriousness of the problem. Malashenko really doesn’t believe this.
None of the second-rate garrison SS was afraid of death.
"Did the Germans in the building use heavy weapons? Did any anti-armor weapons appear?"
"Well....."
The comrade leader blinked his eyes, thought about it carefully, and then responded to Malashenko.
"It's impossible for the Germans to withdraw heavy weapons into the building. They were all driven in. It's good to have guns with them. Anti-armor weapons... there may be Panzerfausts, but it's unlikely that there are anti-tank weapons in the building.
Pao, we have too few effective clues, I'm sorry, comrade division commander."
The comrade leader felt a little ashamed that he could not give an accurate answer, but Malashenko had already thought of a specific solution.
"I think I know how to solve the problem, let's do this first..."
Not long after, due to Malashenko's order, all the is6 and is4 heavy tanks that could be quickly assembled around were dispatched almost at once, rumbling in the small square in front of the entire office building.
There was a burst of dust.
Soon, not only the huge IS6s, which accounted for the absolute majority, and the even larger IS4s, which accounted for only a minority, but also the much smaller BMP43 infantry fighting vehicles and T43 medium tanks joined in, the clanking machines
Amidst the abnormal noise, a large-scale pure armored army was assembled in a short time.
Malashenko did not send infantry, but simply sent these iron bastards to surround the office building as densely as possible.
Seeing so many iron bastards parked downstairs at such a distance, with their muzzles all pointed at the building, Malashenko needed to let the Germans experience such a feeling and effect, and witness it with his own eyes.
"Can this phone call be made to the building? I think this place looks like a guard room. It should be able to be connected to the building, right?"
As soon as Malashenko entered the room, he noticed a phone on the table. Now he was pointing at this thing and asking the comrade comrade of the regiment on the side. He hoped that this thing would work, at least it would be better than using a loudspeaker to shout through the air.
Be strong.
The comrade leader who heard this also nodded repeatedly and immediately responded affirmatively to Malashenko's question.
"We were able to get in, but the fascist leader who answered the phone was smelly and tough! He refused to surrender and used a loudspeaker to shout and scold us. We called him several times to ask him to surrender but he refused, so we finally found him.
A tin loudspeaker came over to make a public announcement, hoping that the Germans in the building would be afraid of causing chaos, but it didn't seem to have a very good effect..."
Upon hearing this, Malashenko knew that the situation was as expected, and he just smiled.
"Don't worry, it will be effective immediately, I promise."
The call connecting the guard room to the office building was dialed again. As usual, the die-hard Fascist leader answered the call. He must be the top commander of the SS in the building, but this time it was Marat.
Shenke spoke to him personally.
"The guy on the other side of the phone who answered the phone, may I ask your name?"
"..."
The bastard on the other end of the phone clearly realized that the person speaking on the phone was different from before, and his German accent was much more standard and pure, almost indistinguishable from real German, which was somewhat surprising.
Seeing that there was no reply from the other end of the phone, Malashenko, who didn't want to waste time here, reported himself to his home.
"If you don't want to tell me, let me introduce myself first."
"Listen up to the fascist leader opposite. I am the major general commander of the 1st Stalin Guards Division of the Soviet Red Army. I am also the commander of the "Stalin Guards" that you Germans call."
"My name is Dimitri Drukovich Malashenko, or you can call me the Steel Butcher. That's what most Germans call me anyway. It's up to you."
"You can continue to remain silent, but I just want to tell you and remind you to find a window that is not blocked as soon as possible to see what is parked downstairs and how to get rid of you.
Help the fascist pig to surround it so that not even a mouse can escape."
"Now as long as I give an order, you bunch of fascist idiots can all fly to the sky on earth planes! Don't expect that dilapidated building and the explosives that I don't care about to be your amulets. I have it right now.
There are more than sixty 122mm tank guns, as well as a total of no less than this number of machine guns and 85mm tank guns. You should think carefully about it and keep your eyes open to see the scene downstairs clearly!"
"..."
Malashenko felt that he had made his words clear enough, and there was absolutely no problem with his German expression skills. Unfortunately, there was still no response on the other end of the phone, as if his mother had died.
In that case, fine! Then don’t blame me for being ruthless!
Malashenko glanced at him, and Alsim, who was standing by with a knowing look, immediately rushed out of the room, only to hear a burst of artillery fire a short while later.
Boom boom boom——
Dong dong dong——
Bang bang bang——
Malashenko kept his hands open, and only a small number of vehicles were asked to fire. Several rounds of 122 and 85 mm high-explosive bombs and 25 mm cannons were fired in a salvo. The outer wall of the building, which was not very strong, immediately started to fly with sand and rocks, and shattered.
Debris flew everywhere.
Several blocked rooms were bombarded with walls collapsing and dust flying. There was even a scream of a fascist lackey being blasted off the fourth floor, falling to the ground and turning into a pulp.
Malashenko, who kept doing nothing, picked up the microphone for the last time, and blurted out German at the top of his lungs.
"You fascist lackeys, stay still! Look, I'm going to send all the Stalin tanks and send you all to the sky!"
Snapped--
The harsh words were accompanied by the sound of angrily slamming the phone. Regardless of whether Malashenko was serious or not, only the death-like scream that came from the other end of the phone the next second was true.
"Don't fire! Don't fire!!! Don't send Stalin tanks, we surrender, we surrender now..."