Lavrinenko's little story has been told, but he still has questions to ask Malashenko, and he needs an old friend to answer his questions.
"I said, why does this matter sound so mysterious to me? Isn't it just a bullshit award? How could you make such a big fuss, directly use diplomatic channels to arrest people, and also seconded our manpower to ask for help? Isn't this
It’s too much of a fuss.”
"Making a fuss out of a molehill?"
After hearing this, Malashenko shook his head. It can be said that the development of things to this point is not beyond Malashenko's expectations, and it can even be said to be reasonable.
Thinking about it carefully, it is indeed necessary to explain a little to Lavrinenko.
"The Pulitzer Prize is the highest achievement in American journalism, and countless reporters and editors regard it as their lifelong goal."
"If you dare to lie on this thing and rely on relationships, it will indeed cause a major earthquake in the United States at this time. When fairness is openly destroyed, countless people who seek equal opportunities will stand up.
, attacking in groups, it’s not surprising that it can cause an earthquake in the press.”
"But this is just a trigger. The person who really fueled the flames should be an enemy of their family. Either he or his father provoked it, or there were too many enemies who were set on fire at the same time. Whatever, it doesn't matter anyway."
"The important thing is that the people who want to get involved in their family are powerful. People in the press themselves have the right to speak out in public opinion. Who can be better than them in terms of building momentum and speaking out? You can list all the great writers in the press in one go.
It has provoked and subverted fairness and justice, and then a powerful person has added fuel to the flames, stirred up public opinion, and increased pressure, even if the official does not want to get involved."
"Qualifying public opinion requires throwing fire extinguisher into the fire pit. Jefferson himself is the fire extinguisher. Now some people are eager to throw him into it. This is the ultimate goal that the enemies of the father and son want to achieve."
"It doesn't matter what means you use or what process you take. What matters is the final result. Well, isn't the result coming? As long as you can get things done."
"The water here is quite deep. Soldiers like us should stay away from it. The principle is the same everywhere, what do you think?"
".Tsk~"
Lavrinenko, who was almost confused by what he heard, smacked his lips, sighing at the complexity of these twists and turns, and just as Malashenko suggested, he planned to stay away from these things.
"Just hearing what you say is enough to make me dizzy. It's not my intelligence that tells me that I will never be able to touch these brain-consuming things in my life."
The two brothers, who were of the same mind and planned not to touch the taboo line in their lives, smiled at each other, and Lavrinenko, who did not plan to stay here for a long time, left immediately.
"Okay, no more beeping. You should clean up early and go to bed early. Now that you have cleaned up the scum, and the German guy who still wanted to live has been persuaded to surrender by you, all preparations are in place, and the finale should start tomorrow.
.I’m waiting for you to lead everyone in singing this drama, so don’t let your guard down.”
"Fuck you, no matter what happens, you can't let this thing go wrong. Just wait and see."
The rest of the peaceful night passed quickly.
Early the next morning, the energetic Malashenko appeared in front of his comrades again, looking as determined as the former division commander.
Today's morning was the same as in the past. It started with the roar of the Red Army's artillery fire and the sound of the bed alarm for the Germans.
The artillery positions deployed on various highlands in the outskirts of Berlin started firing on all cylinders early in the morning when the sky was dark, and loud explosions as lively as New Year's Eve resounded throughout the entire central area of Berlin.
Malashenko, who could personally feel the density of the artillery fire, which had become more and more concentrated in the past few days, knew that the day when all the pain, suffering and sacrifice came to an end was coming.
"According to the combat plan, the Volga River, Yenisey River, Neva River, Tunguska River, and Shilka River siege units have all arrived at their scheduled positions and have completed deployment preparations at the offensive starting position."
"There is only one last block left in front of us. Take it! We will be close to the Spree River, and we will be in the final defense zone in the heart of Berlin - Area Z."
“But corresponding problems will also follow.”
"If we want the heavy equipment to cross the river smoothly, we must capture the Moltke Bridge. According to the intelligence and engineering design drawings we have, the design load-bearing capacity and strength of this bridge are enough to accommodate the heaviest equipment of our division.
Equipment passed, including IS7 heavy tanks."
"On the contrary, if we lose this bridge, it is blown up by the Germans or the bridge deck is severely damaged and cannot be repaired in a short time. Then we will have no siege equipment available in the next battle, at least most of it.
Heavy equipment.”
"The temporary bridge erected by engineers cannot accommodate the passage of heavy equipment. If we do not want only infantry to be able to attack the Z area, then there is no doubt that we must capture the Moltke Bridge, and do so while ensuring that the main structure is intact."
With a cigarette in his mouth, Malashenko held up the command table with the map of the war zone with both hands. Accompanied by a group of staff officers and division officials, he listened to the briefing given by the political commissar along with the drawing gestures, and then scanned the entire film.
The question of the regional situation immediately popped up.
"What kind of adversaries and troubles will we encounter? What is known about it?"
This time it was no longer Comrade Political Commissar who continued to speak, but Comrade Chief of Staff who opened the folder in his hand to report.
"Based on the summary of intelligence from multiple parties and the information confessed by the surrendered German prisoners of war."
"The enemy's 9th Parachute Division is stationed at the last block on the north side of the bridge. Some of its personnel came to surrender to us between yesterday afternoon and late at night. The remaining troops stationed in this area are not very large.
There is a total of about one regiment, but it is not fully equipped, and it lacks heavy defensive weapons and armored support, so it should not be difficult to capture them."
"But the enemy troops stationed on the front line on the south side of the bridge are very complicated. There are already three division-level troops that have been identified so far. You should be very familiar with two of them, Comrade Division Commander. They have all had contact with our division.
Pass."
"They are the Waffen-SS Guards Division and the Waffen-SS Skeleton Division. The remaining Wehrmacht division is another part of the 9th Paratrooper Division."
"The two SS divisions are relatively complete and both carry heavy defensive weapons. They are also supported by an unknown number of armored troops. They are also the main defensive force in the entire Z area. They have placed a large number of vehicle wreckage and roadblocks on the Moltke Bridge.
Barbed wire and landmines were used, and the surrendered German troops also reported that explosives had been placed on the bridge piers. It is foreseeable that the difficulty of seizing the bridge would be very high."