One after another, strong explosions sounded wildly in the middle of the night, and the cold wind blowing from the ruins of the battlefield roared through the bombing area filled with destruction. The large boiling explosion flames were immediately swept into a large force and swept past.
of firestorm.
It has to be said that the British Lancaster is really not good at all. This four-engine long-range heavy bomber has the most powerful bomb load in the world. It can kill the most beloved wife of many kind-hearted nerds, "Beizhai".
Of course, it can also carry tons of death and destruction to a place where the British have long wanted to bomb but have never been able to bomb it - the core of Berlin.
These twenty-odd Lancaster bombers, like a group of old hens laying eggs, carried out heavy bombing in the middle of the night. They were even still some distance away from the front contact line. They were lighting up the lamps and boiling fuel. They were still awake and paying close attention to the situation ahead.
Everyone on Malashenko's side was alarmed.
"What's going on!? Where did the bombers come from? Why is there such a large-scale air attack plan tonight, and no one told me in advance!?"
Malashenko, who is both arrogant and easy-going, rarely gets angry openly, slams the table and yells at the people under his command, but if Malashenko does become like this, it at least shows that the division commander is really angry.
It has been accumulated to a certain extent.
"We are currently communicating urgently to confirm the situation, not just you, comrade division commander. No one in the entire division has received news that there will be a large-scale air strike tonight, and it will be an air strike targeting the core area of Berlin. It stands to reason that if there is an air strike plan,
As a ground force participating in the war, there is no reason why we cannot receive any news. I think there may be some other problems."
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The young comrade, the division commander, was so angry that it was necessary for the older, calm and seasoned comrade political commissar to come out and cool down.
Comrade Comrade Political Commissar can actually understand Malashenko, or in other words, no matter which military officer this matter is placed on, as long as the military officer is not a fool, it can only be said that it is inevitable to get angry.
Even if you want to let a military commander with a bad temper encounter this, it's not just as simple as getting angry. You have to show you what it means to go berserk on the spot and jump in anger.
So Malashenko is like this now, which means he has controlled his emotions relatively well.
After all, the battle plan that I personally formulated has reached the most critical step. Not long after the most elite infantry unit under my command penetrated into the enemy-controlled area, a large number of bombers buzzed and screamed in the sky inexplicably.
Throw an iron bomb on the head of your most capable soldier.
What the hell is the difference between this and someone rushing up to hold down Malashenko's head, and then start slapping him indiscriminately?
I've seen people who don't give face, but I've never seen people who don't give face in such an extreme way.
This can't be said to be a slap in Malashenko's face, but a blow to Malashenko's face.
"Damn it! If someone did this on purpose, it really blew up my people. Even if I go all the way to Moscow, I'm going to skin this bastard! At worst, I won't do it anymore. You can just shoot me! Suka!
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Seeing the comrade division commander running around anxiously and still angry, the political commissar who was about to say something else had no time to speak when the phone on the table next to him suddenly rang anxiously.
"Hello? Leader Division, who is this?"
The comrade division commander and comrade political commissar were busy talking, and the long-winked combat staff immediately stepped forward, picked up the special intercom phone and spoke quietly.
Comrade Political Commissar, who was forcibly interrupted by the phone call, wanted to continue to finish his sentence, but he did not expect that the combat staff officer who heard a brief sentence on the phone would take the lead.
"Yes, please wait a moment."
"Comrade division commander, comrade political commissar, call the group army headquarters. Commander Chuikov asked comrade division commander to pick up the call."
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Malashenko, who looked at his comrade and political commissar, didn't talk nonsense. He guessed that things were urgent and they got it together. The call from Chuikov at this time was probably about this matter, so he stepped forward without saying a word.
He picked up the phone in one step.
"Comrade Commander, I am Malashenko."
".What did you say? The British did it!? Are those John Bulls bombing Area Z now???"
The British often organized long-range bomber formations to bomb Berlin in the middle of the night, which Malashenko knew.
But what Malashenko didn’t know, and even Chuikov didn’t know originally, but only now knows.
Those Anglo-Saxon barbarians with their nostrils turned upward were so arrogant that they didn't even say hello to the Red Army, so they drew up a battle plan called "John's Avenger" on their own.
And in order to ensure the confidentiality of the plan, it was not until the combat plan was implemented and the bomber formations flew over Berlin at night that they hurriedly reported the combat plan to the Red Army to share it.
By the time Chuikov received the emergency report and saw the details of the plan, it was already too late. The string of iron bombs dropped by Lancaster had already landed in Area Z and started to explode.
Realizing that something was wrong, Chuikov quickly called Malashenko, hoping to make amends and recover some possible losses even though it was a step late.
The process of doing this is actually not complicated.
At first, the British reconnaissance plane flew over Berlin during the day to conduct routine aerial reconnaissance, observe the latest situation in the city of Berlin, and set out in advance for the upcoming large-scale nighttime air raids by our own side to identify valuable air raid targets.
, improve the strike efficiency of night bombing.
But by some strange combination of circumstances, the British reconnaissance plane arrived at the damn right time, and happened to witness the zoo's air defense tower being bombed, and it was turned into a pile of burning ruins.
Reexist.
The overjoyed British pilot immediately flew back and reported the latest news, which was a big surprise.
This is amazing. As soon as the British heard about the three disgusting air defense towers in the center of Berlin, one of which was pulled up by the Russians using some strange tricks, they immediately realized that this was an excellent project.
With the opportunity for air strikes, Berlin's core air defense circle composed of three air defense towers has collapsed, leaving the defense zone wide open.
The problem that has always plagued the Royal Air Force in being unable to approach the core area of Berlin has been solved. How could such an excellent opportunity be let go in vain? The ground forces are destined to be unable to enter Berlin, but the Royal Air Force with the name of the royal family above my head can still do it.
, you must lead your country to fight for this honor!
Ever since, such a situation coupled with the self-righteous and secretive operation of the British guy, such a "bad job" was revealed that made Malashenko's anger level full and his blood pressure soared.
After hearing the detailed story, he really couldn't stand it any longer. His eyes were as wide as eggs and Malashenko was breathing heavily from his nostrils. He didn't care about his status as a teacher anymore and started greeting the group on the phone.
The eighteen generations of ancestors of Angsa Barbarians.
"Comrade Commander, such barbaric behavior by these Angsa barbarians is absolutely unacceptable!"
"These bastards ruined my battle plan and dropped bombs on the Moltke Bridge, which I wanted to save and would be crucial in the next battle. Not only that, now even my most elite infantry elites are
Covered by their bombing."
"If this results in casualties among my most elite warriors, please tell those British guys and tell them."
"Send over their most elite troops, send over all that bastard Montgomery's 7th Armored Division! I, Malashenko, will fight them under the city walls of Berlin and let these Ansa barbarians know that the leader division
How do you write "leader" in "Leader"! I will make these stupid pigs pay the price for slaughtering my comrades!"
"Tell them that I, Malashenko, am not done with them!"