This is a cruel battle that truly allows the leadership division to exert its supreme combat effectiveness. It is also the first time since the synthetic reorganization that the leadership division has achieved Malashenko's vision of investing at full strength and 100% strength.
battle.
The stage for war has been set up, and the protagonists on stage are in full condition and ready to go.
Just like every row of tanks and every soldier he saw gathered on the starting position in front of Malashenko.
Intense and fierce artillery strikes are still pouring towards the high ground, roaring in the sky, and there is only the last minute time left before the final moment arrives.
When Malashenko arrived at the assembly point of the offensive starting position, he did not go straight to his destination. Instead, under the eager eyes of every soldier around him, he began to inspect his troops to understand the final combat readiness.
There is absolutely no room for failure in this crucial battle.
"Are you ready? The fascists on the high ground are trembling under our artillery fire, ready to kill at the first sight. Can you and your soldiers complete the mission?"
Comrade Captain, who was fortunate enough to be questioned by the division commander himself, immediately corrected his military posture, held the AK tightly in his hand, raised his head high and saluted Malashenko, and blurted out his unswerving words.
"The enemy will tremble and bow before our guns and bayonets. The bravery of the Red Army is unmatched! The name of the leading division will be sung on the battlefield! We promise to complete the mission, comrade division commander, and wipe out all the fascist die-hards without leaving a trace.
wipe out!"
"Very good! You have a lot of courage! I will remember you. Remember to come back to me after you capture the high ground. I will personally award you the medal on behalf of the division organization!"
"Yes! Comrade Commander!"
What you can see with the naked eye along the way are Stalin tanks, T-43 tanks, BMP-43 infantry fighting vehicles, and rows of mechanized infantry and combat engineers armed to the teeth, standing like a steel forest.
.
Although it was not a deliberate military parade, it was just a temporary review at the troop assembly point on the offensive starting position.
But even so, this iron-blooded army that has gone through hundreds of battles, just standing there in an irregular formation, all looking at him, can already make Malashenko really feel that it is as if it has been forged thousands of times.
The momentum of steel.
The invisible murderous aura spreads like dust, permeating every wisp of air you can breathe.
Just being in such an array of hundreds of tanks and thousands of infantry on standby is enough to make people firmly believe that something is about to happen.
That high ground shrouded in artillery fire will be dripping with blood today.
Malashenko, who walked and watched all the way, was undoubtedly very satisfied with the preparations of his troops. This was inevitable. If even the leader division he personally brought out could not satisfy Malashenko, then
There is probably no army unit in the world that can catch Malashenko's eyes, at least not now.
Until Malashenko walked all the way to the center of the assault group of tanks and mechanized infantry, and reached the core position of the entire offensive starting position, which was the final destination of the trip, when he was about to reach his car,
An unexpected melodious melody arrived one step ahead of Malashenko and resounded in my ears.
"This kid is very agile and can do things quickly. If he doesn't travel back in time to deliver food in the 21st century, it would be a waste of talent."
I imagined Iushkin wearing a yellow helmet and a yellow vest, riding a small electric bicycle, carrying takeout through the streets, Malashenko, who was anxious to deliver food to people, almost didn't laugh out loud on the spot. In the end, he still
He suppressed this strong smile and walked towards Iushkin and his group who were playing with the record player beside the car.
"Hey! This thing is really magical! If you throw a big black round plate in and spin it, the music will play. It sounds really nice!"
"Be careful, don't touch it! This is what the comrade of the division commander asked for by name. The gadgets made by the Germans are very delicate and are as fragile as their self-igniting tanks. Be careful not to break them."
"Well, it sounds pretty good! It's just that the music is obviously not from our motherland. It sounds like the music of those old Western artists. It needs to be replaced by the music of our Soviet Union."
There was a record in the record player that Iushkin drove back. He probably took it out of the hands of the Germans when they seized the thing. Many of the German generals who were lying on their backs loved to listen to these.
The sound of the sound is so sound, it’s time to test it out.
After all, Iushkin didn't want to rashly stuff the record that Comrade Commander gave him without confirming whether it was good or bad. What if it got damaged or scratched?
It would be great fun.
Iushkin was worried that he would be tied to a tree, hung up and beaten by an angry comrade, the commander. After being whipped with a leather whip, he would be forced to clean toilets for three months. He did not know where his strange punishment method came from.
of.
"Okay, there seems to be nothing wrong with this machine. It's time to change to our own music and pause for a while."
"Hey, Iushkin, comrade commander is here, please stop for a moment."
Iushkin, who was playing with the record player and was about to change the disc, stopped subconsciously. He looked up and saw that familiar tall figure walking away from him and striding towards him. The focus of his eyes was obviously on the record player.
and the things in your hands.
"How's it going? Can the stuff be used?"
As soon as Malashenko stepped forward, he got straight to the point, and Iushkin's answer followed closely.
"No problem, you must have heard it just now. This machine plays music very well. I have tried it. I am planning to change it to the one you gave me. Do you want to change it now? Or wait a while?"
Unknowingly, all the soldiers in the core of the assembly point of the starting position began to pay attention to the melodious test melody just a moment ago, and to the current location of the division commander, driving the "Walker Happy Car" with Iushkin
That little machine I just brought over.
The sound of the "Zero Highlands Flame Mountain" that lasted for nearly an hour made me somewhat tired of seeing it and caused visual fatigue. On the contrary, I lost interest in it.
Seeing that everyone's eyes and attention were attracted, Malashenko, who had almost reached the desired temperature, nodded and signaled Iushkin to put the "gift" into the record player.
As the record player started running again, slowly turning, the familiar melody just as Natalia described in her book at home came leisurely and resounded throughout the sky.
"Prairie, grassland, vast grassland as far as the eye can see"
"The heroes crossed the vast land, and the Red Army soldiers galloped forward"
"Girl, please look, the road in front of us is smooth."
"Look, how far this road is, with constant singing along the way."
The familiar melody echoes in the ears as always. It is one of the most familiar and favorite tunes for Malashenko and many comrades in the leadership division, just as they always call themselves the "steppe cavalry of the new era."
But this time it is different from the previous songs. The soft and gentle female solo gives this song a slightly different meaning.
All the soldiers pricked up their ears, listening quietly to this melodious, familiar yet slightly unfamiliar song, and feeling everything in it.
"Comrades! I am very happy that we can gather here today! It is my supreme honor to lead you to fight all the way here, Malashenko!"
When the familiar tall figure of the man, accompanied by his passionate voice that always empowered comrades, sounded again under the leisurely background melody.
On the tanks, on the grass, and beside the infantry tanks, the soldiers all stood up and stood at attention almost instantly because they knew what was going to happen next and did not need any extra orders. All of them, without exception, turned their attention to that
A long-standing legendary tank hero, their division commander comrade.
The final mobilization under the singing has just begun. Malashenko, who has been looking forward to this moment and fighting for it for too long, is still continuing.
"Marshal Zhukov has given us a task, an extremely glorious and great task!"
"Break the Berlin Lock, crush the Zero Heights, and embark on the final path to crush the evil heart of Fascism! We will teach those Fascist demons how to fight!"
"Ula!!!"
"Crush Fascism!!!"
"For the motherland! For Stalin! Ula!!!"
AK assault rifles and SVT semi-automatic rifles were held tightly and held high. The shouts of the mountains and the tsunami were mixed with the melodious female melody, floating farther and farther against the background of distant gunfire, until they reached the sky.
"In 1941, those evil German fascists led their lackeys and hawks to invade our motherland, trample our homes, and massacre our relatives and comrades."
"They foolishly thought they could bully us into submission and conquer us, but they were wrong! And they will pay the heaviest price for it!"
The melodious singing still continues, and what is sung in the familiar melody is what Malashenko and his comrades must do in the past, present, and soon to come.
thing.
"Girl, please look"
"We are ready to face the enemy"
"The Red Army's war horses are galloping like lightning"
"The tanks of the Red Army chase the wind and lightning"
Malashenko, who was under the gaze of countless eyes, had reached the roof of his No. 177 IS7 command vehicle at this moment, standing on the top of the turret, shouting and shouting with open arms as if embracing victory.
"Until the victory of this sacred Patriotic War is completely declared, we will let those German fascists witness the strength of the world's strongest army field group! Witness their step-by-step process towards death and destruction!"
The loud roars of engines coming from the distant eastern horizon had unknowingly enveloped the entire battlefield.
Accompanied by Malashenko's inspiring words, the long-awaited four-engined giant birds finally appeared on the battlefield in formation flying, covering the earth with huge shadows under their wings.
The sky trembled.
The final hour is approaching, and the embers of heavenly fire will be followed by final destruction.
Standing on the huge turret, standing amid countless cheering shouts, and being excited under the huge shadow that blocks the sky and the sun.
That announcement, worthy of being recorded in history, finally resounded through the sky at this opportune moment.
"Our cause is just and upright! Our victory will go down in history!"
"Humanity will definitely remember the moment when the red warrior wielded his sword to kill the evil demon! Today, we will show the world the power of the leader!"
After two hours of repeated polishing and modification, I basically achieved the artistic conception effect of the text that I am quite satisfied with. This chapter will be better when paired with BGM. As for what BGM is, even if I don’t say it, everyone will definitely know it. It is clearly written in the content.