Malashenko did not intend to stop here. This wave of offensive that gathered huge offensive energy had not killed many Germans before it had harvested such tasteless scorched earth. Such results are obviously still good.
It was far from satisfying Malashenko, who wanted to kill a lot of Germans.
It's not a good feeling to round your arms and punch out with enough strength, but it comes up empty. Malashenko even feels like he has been tricked by a German. In this case, let's talk about it.
What to do next, the answer is obviously ready to come out.
"Call the group army to provide artillery support, and our artillery will come together. Yes! It is the next defensive position of the Germans, the deep position of the core defense area. The artillery fire is coming here. We will take a short rest and continue the attack. It only takes ten
Five minutes. Use this time to launch a sudden wave of artillery fire on those Germans and prepare to clear the way for us!"
The battle will definitely be fought, and the offensive will continue, but how to fight and attack requires specific rules and regulations.
After a fierce and fast short-term attack, the leader division did not suffer much losses and easily won the battle. However, on the other hand, it was also true that the originally neat formation was damaged due to forcibly tearing apart the position and then rushing in to eliminate the enemy.
Qi's offensive formation is now in disarray.
In short, Malashenko needs time to reorganize the offensive formation and deploy various arms in the synthetic mode in order to prepare for the next wave of strong attacks.
This process does not take too long and can be completed quickly, but on the other hand Malashenko does not want this time to become meaningless.
As for what the meaning is, there is no point in saying it. Crushing those fascists who have become bastards is the greatest meaning, bar none.
So even if it was only a short period of fifteen minutes, Malashenko still picked up the radio at hand and called for artillery preparations to cover the forward position of the enemy position that was about to attack and open the way for the next action.
The political commissar who was dedicated to solving the problem didn't hesitate much after hearing Malashenko's request. Then he held the microphone between his shoulder and his cheek, freeing up his only arm.
Malashenko's requests were quickly recorded on the paper, ready to be dealt with as quickly as possible later.
"Is that all? Do you need anything else?"
"No need. Even if I wanted those big bombers, I guess you wouldn't be able to call them, so that's it."
Snapped--
Putting down the radio in his hand, Malashenko climbed out of the car through the open turret hatch above his head and looked around. He was thinking of going to the front to see how the troops were preparing, but he didn't expect it.
Kulbalov suddenly ran towards him with a few of his men at this time.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
Running over in a hurry, it was impossible to say anything without an estimate. Malashenko, who guessed based on intuition, could even predict that this was probably an emergency, and Kulbalov's next words were indeed true.
As expected.
"Catch a small fry, a major staff officer, but this bastard knows a lot."
"This bastard can't keep his mouth shut. He confessed everything he knew without even trying to scare him. He even wet his pants all over his crotch. It doesn't look like he's being fake."
"The main force had already withdrawn about half an hour before the artillery preparations started. They received an order from their superiors saying that the defense plan had been adjusted and they had to withdraw urgently. Most of the Germans withdrew without knowing what was going on.
Go down. As a result, he was left behind to coordinate the liaison, and almost didn't kill us when the artillery fire was being prepared."
"When the troops cleaned up the battlefield and searched the forward command post, they discovered that there was another person who had fainted due to the explosion. They found a bucket of cold water and poured it on him. When he woke up, he explained everything."
".This is nothing surprising, Kurbalov, but it is still valid information. At least it proves that the guess is correct."
Malashenko had long expected that the Germans might be using elastic defense, and the news brought by Kulbalov only confirmed it.
The reason why Malashenko did not expect the Germans to play this trick at first was because the actual control area of the highland peaks left in the hands of the Germans was really very small, especially compared to their huge total force.
The troop density is definitely more than the standard state, or even far beyond it.
At this time, if anything goes wrong and the position is lost, Malashenko initially thought that the Germans were not brave enough to engage in flexible defense, but it turned out that Malashenko still underestimated his opponent's "determination to complete the task."
". Even when it comes to the point where it is impossible to retreat and cannot afford to lose, the German guy's determination to complete the work remains firm.
How can I put it, tactically speaking, the Germans are the kind of people who have to give you hard work without any work, and the result is still pulpy, but it is better to bite the lighter. Malashenko, who has been dealing with all kinds of Germans all year round, is
I know this is their old problem.
"There is nothing to say. Assemble the troops and prepare the attack formation. We will set off thirteen minutes from now. We will continue the attack. Artillery preparations should be made immediately."
Boo hoo hoo hoo——
Boom boom boom——
In the middle of Malashenko's words, before he finished speaking, the overwhelming whistling sound swept through the sky, piercing the sky above his head, and instantly poured the endless rain of fire onto the top of the German guy's forehead.
Exploded into a sea of blazing flames.
Looking at the army-level artillery preparations that were not too far away, Malashenko, who was walking with Kulbalov beside him and planned to seize the time to take a look at the troops below, just said casually.
"Be prepared, it's time for the Germans to go crazy and show their strength to deal with them."
Kulbalov, who was walking next to Malashenko, just smiled when he heard this. The uneven scorched earth under his feet made the disabled brigade commander, who was wearing a wooden prosthetic foot, walk with a slight limp.
He just replied quite confidently to the comrade and teacher beside him.
"I was sincere from the beginning, comrade division commander. I never hid my strength to deal with the Germans in front of me. Just as you asked me, I know what to do."
The brief artillery preparation came and went even faster, consistent with the time it took Malashenko to command the division's offensive group to reorganize its offensive formation.
Without any sloppiness or waste of time, after the simple departure order was issued, a large group of torrents of steel poured out from the newly occupied starting position like water bursting out of the embankment, heading towards the people already in front of them.
The Germans, who were considered difficult to deal with and might even be rock solid, charged straight into the enemy's position.