No one can calculate exactly how many German tanks were destroyed. This rapid and strangled armored assault battle has now turned into a crazy armored battle based on the open area near the village.
Malashenko invested all the armor at hand, besieging such a small number of enemies from all directions in this limited battlefield space, and put IS7, IS6, IS4, T43 and even ISU152\A into battle.
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Although there is no way to fill the battlefield space with all the armored combat vehicles of the Leader Division, they do try their best to fill the battlefield space until no more can be filled. Those poor German tanks are almost suffering from the recognition that they can have artillery shells.
Any blow in the direction of attack, grenades, and armor-piercing projectiles are of no use. Basically, if you aim them all, they will be blurred.
This kind of crazy crushing battle, regardless of the marginal effect of the amount of equipment invested, did exactly what Malashenko thought, and ended this battle that had no suspense at all as quickly as possible.
The residual heat of the war has not completely faded from the battlefield, and the embers are still scorching the land that was burnt red by the war.
Bodies, steel wreckage, industrial waste, craters and various explosion traces all over the place.
The various messes on the battlefield ruins would be shocking to any ordinary person, but not Malashenko.
Malashenko, who has long been accustomed to such scenes, can still stand there with his hands on his hips without changing his expression, even if he is breathing the air with the strong smell of blood and barbecue.
The soldiers below and the German armored prisoners who rolled out of the car and raised their hands obediently gave the order.
"Bring it all together, count the names! Give me a head-to-head report of each commander. Write down the name of each commander. Count how many commanders and crews surrendered. Also ask them if any of them are still alive in this group.
Find out who the highest official is and bring it over. I have something to ask."
"Yes, Comrade Commander, let's do it now."
Looking at the German armored prisoners who had already been forced to stand in a row and lined up in order, Iushkin, who had also just got off the car and was now standing next to Malashenko, suddenly spoke.
"I thought you would order to fight until they were all killed and not accept any form of surrender. I didn't expect that you would be willing to leave such bastards behind in the end."
There was some hatred and resentment in Iushkin's words, and Malashenko could hear a hint of dissatisfaction in these words. Although this was based on the premise that Iushkin understood the truth, this
Dissatisfaction does exist and is clearly visible. Sometimes people's reason and emotions can coexist at the same time without interfering with each other. Malashenko knows that this is the case.
"It's possible to kill them all, but it's not necessary."
"Remember what I told you before? What is the biggest difference between a strong man and a beast? A strong man knows how to self-discipline and curb his desires, while a beast does not have to. He can freely release his instincts without imposing any shackles on his desires.
They're just a bunch of two-legged beasts that walk upright."
"It's easy to become powerful, but there is an essential difference between a strong man and a beast. This is not a big deal, Iushkin, this involves each of us and our entire group of leaders.
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"I learned this from Comrade Political Commissar, and I hope you can remember it too. One day you may also lead a strong legion. Don't forget this. Don't forget that the most essential gap between the strong and the beast is
Whatever, no matter how difficult it is, we must remember that a true group of heroes will never be famous in history just by being "powerful", but it can be famous in history."
Hearing Malashenko's half-joking smile at the end, reason gradually took over and Iushkin, who had completely wiped out his emotions, also smiled at each other.
"I understand, but you have to let me complain. Don't you want me to say a few words?"
Are you complaining?
Malashenko felt that this was not important. What was important was that Iushkin did listen to what he just said. It was enough to confirm this.
"Then you have to allow me to nag a few words, it's the same thing."
"hehe."
"hey-hey."
Iushkin burst into laughter at the same time, and after passing the story, Iushkin leaned on the huge No. 177 IS7 command vehicle behind him and began to ask about what happened next.
"Then what should we do next? So many accidents have happened that you didn't expect. Do you have to go and confirm the situation first?"
"This is it"
Malashenko, who pondered for a moment, glanced at the German armored prisoners not far away who were being lined up for screening and briefly questioned, then turned to look at another group of troops commanded by Kulbalov on the other side of the village.
The German infantry prisoners of war who were escorted outside blurted out the words that basically had the answer in their hearts.
"After I'm done with this, I'll go ask Comrade Political Commissar first. Maybe he can explain most of the questions and give me the answers."
Malashenko did say so and thought so in his heart, and of course he planned to do so after finishing his work later.
But what does that sentence mean? There are unforeseen circumstances.
Just before Malashenko finished speaking, a GAZ small jeep suddenly came galloping from the rear direction. Under Malashenko's suspicious gaze, it quickly drove in front of the comrade's division commander.
Stop.
"Why? Comrade Political Commissar came so quickly?"
Malashenko's first reaction was indeed like this, but what happened next quickly proved Malashenko's idea was wrong.
The person who got off the car was not the political commissar, but another busy person from his own division: the director of the Communications Department.
"Why are you here? Where are Comrade Comrade Comrade and others?"
Comrade Lao Ma, who never strayed from the political commissar's words, spoke with the same old tone, but Comrade Director of the Communications Department, who was obviously here with urgent matters, could not care to complain. Of course, there was no need to complain. He took out a document from the document bag in his arms.
The telegraph newspaper was then handed to Malashenko.
"Comrade Division Commander, there is a call from the Front Army Headquarters, asking you to report to the Front Army Headquarters as soon as possible after the battle. There is an important situation."
"What important situation?"
As soon as Malashenko said this casual question, he immediately regretted it.
Because there are only two lines of text on this telegram, which are exactly the same as what the director of the Communications Office just said, with "important situation" written on it.
How could the director of the Communications Office know about this thing that was not explained in the telegram?
"Okay, I think it's an emergency. I have to go, and I'll go now. Where are Comrade Comrade Political Commissar and the others?"
When Malashenko asked twice about the situation of his political commissar comrades, the director of the Communications Department could only answer truthfully.
"Comrade Political Commissar is leading the forward division headquarters on the way here. There are still many things to do at the division headquarters. Because the situation is urgent, I have been sent to convey the news to you first. It is estimated that it will take about half an hour to arrive."
"Half an hour, forget it then"
Malashenko, who had obviously given up the idea, shook his head, put away the telegram and handed it back to the director of the Communications Department in front of him for safekeeping. After looking around, he found that the tank was not suitable, and then spoke again.
"Do you need your car urgently? Why don't you give me a ride?"