Chapter 2396 Malashenko was killed with three punches......
Chapter 2396 Malashenko was beaten to death with three punches...
Author: Ke Ji丶
Chapter 2396 Malashenko was beaten to death with three punches
"Quickly clear the battlefield. Each unit quickly occupied key points and deployed defenses. The Germans' rotten meat and bones were cleaned and buried on the spot. There was no extra time to deal with them. Inform the field hospital to move quickly and get me the medical center out front.
Come up high and low, emergency medical treatment is needed here, move the wounded back quickly and don't delay, we won't have too much time."
The landing site on the top of the Zelo Highlands has just been established, and the forward division headquarters of the Leader's Division is still waiting below the highlands. Malashenko has no intention of asking his political commissar comrades to bring people up. It is enough for him to take command here.
However, the conditions are naturally a bit more difficult. There is no dedicated field division headquarters, and there is not even a decent tent. After getting off the car, Malashenko was currently talking to his "left arm" Kurbalo
The husband and his old friend and best friend Lavrinenko stayed in a half-buried German forward post that was half-collapsed by the bombing, and together they discussed the next specific action and countermeasures.
"There won't be much time? So what are you going to do next? Take the time to kick those German guys' butts?"
Compared with ordinary superiors and subordinates, the pair of Lavrinenko and Malashenko are more like old friends and good brothers. This kind of chatting and laughing tone is exactly what Lavrinenko and Malashenko usually do.
Used consistently when speaking.
"No, I don't have that plan yet. I want to wait until more troops, especially the artillery troops, arrive before making any plans. Our current firepower is not enough to fully exert our advantage. Failure to fully exert our advantage will inevitably increase unnecessary casualties.
My commanders and soldiers are not those fascists on the roadside. Each one of them is my precious nugget. It is my loss to sacrifice one for ten nuggets."
Those who can attack from a distance will never fight in close combat, battles that can be resolved with cannonballs will never be resolved with bullets, and battles that can be destroyed with heavy weapons will never be resolved with light weapons.
Malashenko has always felt that the issue of personnel quality is becoming more and more important after the synthetic reorganization of the leadership division. High-quality personnel who cannot be immediately replenished and restored after suffering losses are the key to the combat effectiveness of the leadership division. This is different from those who can be used at any time.
The supplementary equipment applied for is different, and combat and command personnel who understand the synthetic combat mode and have experience in this field are irreplaceable.
Not piling up victory with casualties is the best direction for the leadership division, and using absolute heavy firepower to destroy those fascist thugs who are stubbornly resisting is the best strategy.
After hearing Malashenko's words, Lavrinenko, who basically had some understanding of his own, touched his chin, thought for a moment, and then spoke.
"So, we will hold on here until the troops are assembled, especially the heavy firepower, before we take action. Is that right?"
Malashenko, who was holding the table in front of him with both hands and staring at the war zone map on the table, nodded, agreeing with Lavrinenko's words, but there was something mysterious in his subsequent tone.
"That's not all. You're partly right."
"I don't know if my other idea can be realized, or if it is to be realized, it requires the cooperation of the fascist scum on the other side. Assuming that they are willing to cooperate, then the next actions will probably be much simpler and a lot can be expected.
Troublesome problems will be solved."
After hearing this, Lavrinenko and Kulbalov looked at each other and found that there seemed to be some similarities and similar meanings in each other's eyes. Kulbalov, who understood the situation, took over the right to speak and spoke quietly.
"You should be waiting for those Germans to counterattack us, right? Comrade Division Commander."
"Let the Germans, who already have limited strength, leave their trenches and bunkers, rush out of their positions, smash their heads in front of our defenses with the momentum of trying to drive us off the high ground, and then counterattack when they are at their weakest.
If we use defense as an offensive to launch an assault, I'm afraid it won't be impossible to push the Germans off the high ground in one fell swoop."
Not only Kulbalov thought this way, but Lavrinenko also had similar thoughts. They had already understood each other through the eye contact just now. Communication between men is sometimes so simple, no words are needed.
After hearing Kulbalov's analysis, Malashenko, who had basically got what he was thinking, finally smiled and nodded. A plan that had been brewing for a long time followed the opening and closing of his upper and lower lips.
Speak out with confidence.
"I predict that those Germans will not give up here. They will definitely not be reconciled to the defeat just now."
"We did not eliminate or severely damage any of the German reinforcements. We just used artillery barrages to cut their positions apart and chop off a big piece of fat for our own use."
"When a butcher who sells meat sees someone cut off a piece of meat without paying him and runs away, he must be unwilling and furious. There is a story in ancient China about a chivalrous and righteous man who punched him with three punches.
The local bully butcher who sold meat died. The bastard bullied men and women and ran rampant in the countryside. The tough guy just found an excuse to amuse himself and attracted the bully to take the bait, and he was beaten to death in the end."
"Now we have to replay this scene, playing the role of a heroic and righteous man. The Germans opposite are bullies and butchers who bully men and women and run rampant in the countryside. We have already found a reason to entertain these bullies and butchers. We cut their flesh.
I didn’t pay them, so I just sat here and acted arrogantly in front of them.”
"Guess what this bully butcher will do? I'm sure the first punch we just punched him didn't hurt him, and there will be two more punches next. Just wait for these bastards to come and ask for a beating. Come and ask for it.
We want our fat meat back. The second punch must beat these bastards until their faces are full of peach blossoms, and they will be close to death. The third punch will completely kill these bastards.
"
Kulbalov and Lavrinenko, who had never heard such an interesting story before, looked at each other again, and had a deeper understanding of the mysterious ancient Eastern country that was transliterated as "Khitan" in Russian.
understanding.
Fortunately for Tomarashenko, Lavrinenko, who has been deepening his understanding of the mysterious ancient Eastern country for a long time, became even more interested on the spot after hearing this new story. On a whim, he couldn't help but curiously looked toward Marashenko.
Shen Ke asked.
"This story is what you told me before. Uh, what is it called? Oh, yes, Sun Tzu's Art of War, is it part of Sun Tzu's Art of War?"
After hearing this, Malashenko smiled and shook his head, and then continued to speak.
"No, this story is not called Sun Tzu's Art of War and is not part of it, it is called."
Halfway through the words, he hesitated to speak. He felt that the original name of the story might not be appropriate now. Malashenko changed his mind. After a second thought, he blurted out a more appropriate name.
"This story should now be called "Malashenko beat Fascist to death with three punches."