Whether the Germans were shocked or puzzled, the battle ultimately ended with the victory of the leading division. The absolute crushing strength made any resistance of this group of defeated German soldiers ultimately in vain.
"It's okay. The sun hasn't set yet. I have to clean up and clean up the battlefield. I still have time to have a hot lunch. I don't want to eat that cold, hard dry bread in this weather."
It’s just torture.”
As usual, Iushkin was left to do the job of transporting artillery shells, which he did not want to do. After all, the 130mm projectiles and propellant cartridges were really difficult to take care of. If there was already one less comrade commander, what would happen if there was one less person?
But I can't play it anymore. Even if I play it well, I will tire the old man to the point of losing his skin.
As for Malashenko, of course there are other important things to do. In addition to being the driver commander, Malashenko is also the division commander. Especially right after such a war, he has no time to spare.
"How's it going? Did you catch any big fish? Don't tell me that you only came back with a bunch of corpses."
The last time I had a chance to catch the big fish of the Germans, except for the disgusting scum in Auschwitz, was the time when the Grossdeutschland II was completely annihilated, but the result of that time was really not very good.
The division commander committed suicide, the chief of staff was bombed to death, and the German command post was hit directly by a rocket and suffered heavy casualties.
In the end, Malashenko only caught a few small fishes, and all that was left were corpses that were thrown to death on the street and may still have some mildness to them. It cannot be said that there was no gain at all, but this gain is really disappointing.
He shook his head repeatedly, which was not enough for Malashenko, who had already developed an appetite.
So this time, Malashenko hopes to gain something. The feeling of catching a big German fish alive has indeed been gone for a long time. Malashenko thinks that not all Germans are hard-core people who dare to commit suicide by swallowing a gun, right? At least
There must be a few people who cherish life, and this is considered normal.
And the answer that Comrade Political Commissar gave immediately afterwards really shook up Malashenko's whole expression.
"We caught a big fish. A German major general is also the commander-in-chief of this group of Germans. After a brief interrogation just now, we found out that these Germans have a lot of troops, a whole reinforced armored division, with additional equipment.
The self-propelled artillery battalions and several infantry battalions carrying heavy weapons that were cobbled in were all wiped out in less than a day. Guess how shocked the Germans were? They didn't even have time to mobilize reinforcements."
In a battle-level decisive battle involving a large corps of hundreds of thousands against more than a million, your main division was wiped out in less than a day under your nose. I don’t know whether it was because the troops were stretched thin or because the reaction was really slow.
The German guy in the photo didn't even have time to dispatch reinforcements. Malashenko had already cooked the rice, and it was done.
This can't even be said to be a slap in the German guy's face. You can even say it was a slap in the German guy's face.
He couldn't be defeated by fighting, and he couldn't escape by running. He turned from offense to defense and then was completely annihilated due to lack of defense, which was just a matter of a few hours. After the leader finished doing this, he even had
In my spare time, I would light a fire and cook on the smoking German position. I would have a hot meal before dark and the sun would set to reward all the officers and men who fought bravely.
Is it because the German guy stretched his hips too much?
Yes, but also no.
This "yes" means that relatively speaking, you have to compare this group of Germans with who they are. If you compare him with the leader, he will indeed pull a lot, and the number of them will reach the crotch of his pants.
As for "no", it's easier to understand. From the entire process of the Kraut's combat planning and deployment to the tactical orchestration and application, it cannot be said that the Kraut's performance can be called a genius, but at least it was step-by-step, there were no major problems, and the performance of the Kraut's strength was completely online.
But the problem is that the leader's division's fully mechanized combined structure of various arms, the extremely strong combat effectiveness burst out, coupled with Malashenko's battle plan deployment and specific tactical execution, no matter who it is, can hang up the Germans.
So much so that the Germans didn't know how to deal with it effectively, and were stunned after just three punches and two kicks.
The comprehensive combat performance is almost ahead of an era, coupled with the extremely strong offensive energy unique to this fully mechanized independent combat force of various arms, as well as the lightning-like attack speed...
In short, to be beaten like this can only be said to be natural. You can't blame the Germans for not working hard, you can only say "however, there is an old horse."
When he heard that Comrade Political Commissar said that a German major general had been captured, Malashenko must have beamed with joy and wrote what was in his heart directly on his face.
I wanted to say that I would go over to meet him and review it personally, but Comrade Political Commissar must have guessed what Malashenko meant and jumped in before Comrade Division Commander could speak.
"The person has been taken for interrogation, and I have arranged for a group of professional counterparts to carry out the investigation."
"We are pressed for time, and the German guy must know a lot. It is best to pry out as many things as possible from his mouth as quickly as possible before the next action comes, so leave the time to the professionals first.
People, after that, it’s not too late to do anything else.”
There is one thing to say, and what Comrade Political Commissar said is reasonable.
Instead of rushing over just to see what the person looked like and to satisfy his curiosity and join in the fun, Malashenko thought about it and felt that it was indeed as Comrade Political Commissar said, business matters were more important, so he simply followed Comrade Political Commissar.
I meant to continue speaking.
"Then just do as you say, I'll do whatever you want."
"Hey, are you hungry? I see the cooking team has brought the food, but I'm very hungry. How about we get some food and talk while we eat?"
Even though there were German corpses and blood and minced meat everywhere under his feet, Malashenko could still talk about food and dinner without batting an eyelid, and even he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
place.
"Well, that's good. Casualty reports and battle summary are included in the statistics. If you finish eating earlier, you will be free to deal with other things earlier. You need to eat morning and evening. After all, the body is the capital of the revolution."
The grinning Malashenko immediately put his arms around the shoulders of Comrade Political Commissar, who was not as tall as him, and just like a "street kid" in the 21st century calling him a brother, he easily carried the Comrade Comrade towards the meal.
"I just like your last sentence. You should take better care of yourself. Your revolutionary capital is more important than mine. No kidding."