Although sporadic gunshots still sounded late into the night, most of them were cats and dogs fighting to catch mice.
Because of the fierce bombardment from across the river by TOS-1, and the previous bombing by the British who gathered a dozen Lancasters to break into the restricted area.
The two tough landmark buildings originally located on the south side of the Moltke Bridge, the Diplomat Apartment Building and the Ministry of Interior Building, have been almost reduced to ruins under the unprecedented heavy firepower, with only a few ruins still standing among the rubble.
time, telling that tall and magnificent buildings once existed here.
So objectively speaking, the British guys' sudden, unannounced, late-night bombing to boost their scores had some effect based on the specific circumstances afterwards, but it was not useless at all.
The most important thing is that no one in Alsim's company who adapted to the situation and infiltrated into the enemy was sacrificed by the bombs dropped by the British. At the same time, the key strategic location - Moltke Bridge, except for the two that were ignored
The British bomb destroyed a small part of the bridge deck, which only required engineers to come up and spend an hour or so to repair it. It was not seriously damaged in the air raid.
Putting the above situations together, if there is any direct result, it at least makes Comrade Ma, who was originally as angry as a rabid bull, less angry and no longer loudly looking for Montgomery and his Seventh Armor.
The teacher singled out those things.
"The Army Headquarters reported that the superiors have contacted the British army, expressed serious protest and explained the interests involved. The British have also guaranteed that if there are any more air strikes, they will notify us in advance, they explained
I hope we can understand that last night's action was just an accidental case of negligence."
After receiving the telegram, I just glanced at it and threw it on the table like waste paper.
Malashenko, who was not interested in the explanations of the Angsa barbarians, let alone listened to them, had no intention of pursuing the matter further for the time being.
The top priority is to handle the battle at hand. There are only two days left before the deadline given to him by Zhukov.
Within two days, if the leading division can defeat Area Z, it can plant the red flag on top of the Capitol Building.
Then both Malashenko and the leader are heroes of the motherland. The propaganda department has prepared the draft and is waiting for it to be released the moment the news of victory comes. Zhukov also holds a copy of the entire army at the same time.
Notifying the commendation and a telegram of good news to Comrade Stalin, Malashenko was waiting for the good news to come, which he was eager to see.
But within two days, if Malashenko cannot complete his mission, the leading division will not be able to conquer Area Z.
That matter is more or less big.
Now, the eyes of the whole world are focused on here, on Berlin.
American reporters, British reporters, our own Soviet reporters, and even fucking French reporters who couldn't even fight came to join in the fun.
Nowadays, all media people with some connections are flocking to Berlin like flies smelling shit. It seems that as long as you come to Berlin, you will have a reputation, a reputation, and a lot of money to make, and you are almost there.
It’s a holy place for media people to check in.
"Damn it! How did the Berlin battlefield become like this!? They are not even afraid of fighting. These are no longer ordinary media people. They are all desperadoes. They must hit hard!"
Although I curse like this in my heart, I can't say it with my mouth. After all, a big country still has to protect its face to some extent, and it can't damage its international image or be an eyesore.
As a result, Malashenko, who didn't like receiving guests, simply turned away all foreign reporters except his own Soviet reporters.
If you want to be interviewed, go somewhere else, and whoever wants to accept you will accept you. Anyway, my leader won’t accept you.
They were driven away, but some petty foreign reporters thought that this was a certain Soviet general who deliberately blocked their way of making money and career advancement.
Cutting off someone's financial path is like killing one's parents. What's more, Malashenko not only cut off someone's financial path, but also blocked their career path. This would be strange if it didn't arouse people's hatred.
So, it's a matter of course.
In these days, there has been more or less negative news that is not conducive to the Soviet Union, whether in British newspapers, American newspapers, or even French newspapers.
Things like "the Soviet army encountered huge difficulties in Berlin", "the most elite troops of the Soviet army may repeat the same mistakes as the German army in Stalingrad", "the retired British lieutenant general believes that the possibility of the Soviet army's defeat in Berlin cannot be ruled out", etc.
wait wait wait.
In the words of Comrade Lao Ma, it was "all kinds of ghosts and ghosts from Wozhnima came out".
It is true that these criticisms that are innocent and deliberately looking for trouble are nothing more than mosquitoes and flies buzzing. After all, public opinion can deceive people, but the front line cannot.
Well, the outside world is so noisy and noisy. It is unrealistic to say that the Red Army, as the center of attention, has no pressure at all.
Zhukov gave Malashenko a two-day time limit, and at the end he asked, "Is there enough time?"
Asked questions, said questions, but Malashenko clearly saw on Zhukov's face an expression of great hope for a positive answer.
The leader has heightened the atmosphere to this point. As a subordinate, what else can Malashenko say?
All I can say is "Yes, I promise to complete the task!"
Military orders are easy to establish, but the difficulty lies in how to maintain the military orders until the end, and still stand firm when the military orders are in a winning position, without breaking the promise.
"The diplomats' apartment was basically destroyed by the bombing, and half of the Ministry of Interior building was destroyed by the bombing. There is probably a lot of stubborn Nazi dirt hidden in the remaining half. Oh, and there is also this thing, the Swiss Embassy, don't use this thing
Knocking it off won’t work, it must be removed no matter what to open up the attack path.”
"Finally, there is the Kroll Opera House. This piece of shit can overlook and cover the entire King's Square. If we don't remove this thing, our soldiers will be attacked from behind if they rush to attack the Parliament Building on the other side of King's Square.
The firepower is killing people in large numbers. Victory is very important, but it is not more important than the lives of our soldiers."
"It's not said, it must be taken down! That's it. Keep going south and crush the Opera House! No matter what method is used, I don't want to see any living Nazis there who can open fire on King's Square. If it must be a
Let’s call it a massacre, kill all the guns-carrying naughties in this opera house until every last one is left!”
After two days and 48 hours, Malashenko, who was constantly being urged by the ticking clock behind his butt, showed his true intentions this time, and the murderous flavor in his words was something that even political commissar comrades had rarely heard.
"No problem. Before dawn, the Volga and Dnieper River siege teams will be ready. They are the first wave of troops to cross the bridge and are almost assembled now. However, their fuel and ammunition supplies are not enough. At most they can only maintain
After most of the day of high-intensity fighting, because the combat troops were given priority to cross the river, all the logistics support troops are now blocked on the other side of the bridge."