War is like a gambling game, and the participants sitting at both ends of the table with chips in their hands are complete gamblers.
Malashenko never thought that he was a god of gambling, a gambling sage, or a gambler. He was just a kid. He was just as much a gambler as the gambler across the table, and there was no fundamental difference.
The only difference is that Malashenko is the dominant side, the side that can afford to lose, and the side that holds a huge amount of chips and can play stud with you at will.
What about the German stick on the opposite side?
The chips in hand are limited, and after losing for too long, the family is overwhelmed. It is completely in a state of red-eye losing. As long as it loses two more times, it will be completely bankrupt and go to the streets to beg for food.
And what Malashenko is doing now is to squeeze this loser off the gambling table little by little, fill the space of the gambling table more and more with the chips in his hand, and put them on the table. Pressure.
I also pay attention to the sense of déjà vu.
His enemies still have a few chips to keep up with the two games. The city of Berlin is currently surrounded by a large army and has not yet prepared for a general offensive. It is not yet to the point where the Germans will answer "no follow" even if you shout at the table.
This is Malashenko's chance.
As long as you call the game and the German guy wants to follow and can follow, then there is still something to play at this table and some fun can be had.
The defense area he was responsible for was being lost and eroded little by little. Malashenko threw the burden of pressure to the German commander opposite who was in charge of this area.
Malashenko didn't know the name of the man he was facing, and he had no interest in knowing it. However, Malashenko guessed that the German gambler sitting at the same table with him would definitely not be able to bear the burning feeling in his buttocks.
And the stress of what to do if you are kicked off the gambling table.
"I'm going to ruin your situation. Do you want to follow me or not?"
If there was a phone available for direct communication at this moment, I am afraid that this is the only thing Malashenko wants to say.
It's a pity that the German commander on the opposite side couldn't hear this. The only thing he could do was to try to repair the wall amidst the bad news that was coming one after another. No matter what, he first stopped the erosion of the current wound.
"Order the reinforcements to speed up their progress and launch a counterattack immediately after arriving at the reinforcement position! Resolutely repel the enemy and be sure to stabilize the defense line!"
"yes!"
Malashenko is waiting, waiting for the expected "theoretically bad news" to be delivered to him by radio or phone call.
Fortunately, it didn't take too long. The guy who was burned under the fire would really give everything he had in order to save his gambling situation, and he would not hesitate to make a desperate move.
"Okay, understand, received! Then stop the attack as planned, deploy firepower on the spot to launch defense, use all available means and terrain to block the enemy, and tell those Nazis that it is not that easy to take back the lost territory.
, they think beautifully!”
"Then let's do this for now, yes, keep in touch."
Snapped--
Kurbalov hung up the radio and walked towards Malashenko without saying a word. Malashenko, who was standing in front of the map and ticking dots on it with a pencil, had almost guessed Kurbalov.
What should my husband say to me now?
"As expected, Comrade Division Commander, enemy reinforcements have arrived, carrying mechanized units and heavy weapons. It is a mixed battle group that mixes medium armored units, assault artillery, and mechanized infantry. The forward attack force reported that the enemy's combat style is consistent with
The situation we encountered yesterday was very similar. As expected, it should be the same army. Those Nazis we defeated yesterday are back again."
"Huh, then they don't have any other spare troops to mobilize. All the extra reserves are buried in the Zeluo Highlands."
I am not surprised at all by what Kulbalov said. The two powerful rapid reaction mobile forces encountered yesterday and today are the same enemy. This situation is completely normal and completely within Malashenko's expectations.
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how?
You can't just work so hard on the Zero Highlands and fight so hard, killing at least 20,000 to 30,000 more Germans will be of no use at all, right?
The hardships you endured yesterday are the burdens you endured today, and your efforts will always be rewarded. The formation of troops is also scientific, right?
"Now that the fish is hooked, the hard work for a long time is finally in vain. It's time to move your body and stretch your muscles."
"Yesterday, I skinned these naughty pigs. Today, I'm going to take out their bones and rip out their hearts. I want to see if such a precious reserve team can keep the naughty leader on the opposite side alive for a few more days.
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"Send orders to all participating artillery units to enter artillery positions as planned and prepare to fire. The primary goal is to cut off the retreat of enemy reinforcements, create a bombing zone along the main street of the neighborhood, and block major intersections."
"The rocket assault tanks advance to the front line, but remember to keep a safe distance. The forward attack troops must cooperate with the rocket assault tanks to clear out attack channels and prioritize high-threat mobile anti-armor targets. I don't want to hear that rocket assault tanks are used by our own people.
Do you understand the news about being killed in a crowd of people?"
"Understood, let's arrange it."
You German guy feels that cutting sausages is uncomfortable and uncomfortable. Well, let's change the game. Let's cut the meat directly, cut it off, chop it up in front of your German guy, and feed it to the dog.
And this time, there is no choice or change. If you don’t choose A, you will only be left with B. There is no such thing as turning around and starting over.
We are all adults and must pay a price for our choices. Now the time for you, German, to pay the price has arrived.
Malashenko's orders were executed as efficiently as ever.
The Katyusha rocket launchers and ISU-152 self-propelled artillery units deployed on standby outside the city received orders to project artillery fire on designated areas that had already obtained accurate coordinates and conduct barrage blockades.
Artillery carts with tall and thick tubes holding up the launch racks entered the artillery position. In order to ensure that the firepower could be projected unimpeded into the city, they also specially found a block on the fire channel with the best firing range.
Deploying troops in highland areas with the fewest obstacles minimizes the impact of urban combat on long-range artillery.
Orange-red flames of vengeance rise from the ground, and thunder falls from the roaring sky.
The German mobile quick-reaction reserve team that had just entered the combat position and engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the enemy had a new scar. The giant blade that fell from the sky was firmly pierced into the waist. With one stab, I couldn't breathe. I just felt that the world was spinning and the earth was screaming.
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"Artillery fire! Russian artillery fire! Disperse, don't crowd in the street! Take cover quickly!"
Scattered artillery shells landed on the street around them and exploded with a loud bang. A few German soldiers, which were not many compared to the total number, were lifted into the sky. Tanks and vehicles were blown to pieces on the spot.
But those German soldiers who were bombarded in the crossfire line panicked and fled in all directions. After they recovered, they soon discovered unexpectedly that more than 80% of the main artillery shells were not directed at them, and they were blown up like a frying pan.
The boiling main artillery bombardment area was not in front of me, not beside me, but behind me, at the main intersection of the neighborhood that I had just passed ten minutes ago.
It doesn't matter if you still don't realize where the danger will come from, and you're still confused. The land bombers, which carry huge fire coffins for the Germans and provide one-stop funeral services on the battlefield, will soon do it for themselves.
of customers reveal the answer.
"Got it, we'll leave now."
"Rocket Assault Battalion, move forward! Go and support our comrades!"