"We have cleared the last obstacle and solved the last enemy blocking the road to victory, but it is not time to celebrate at halftime yet, because there is still the final goal waiting for us."
After the battle that was listed as the "penultimate day" on the schedule, the entire regiment, army, and political commanders of the leading division were gathering together for what might be the last operational meeting in the Great Patriotic War.
"The Capitol, this is the ultimate goal, at the end of King's Square is the final, the greatest victory awaits us."
"The enemy trapped in the last cage is crazy, cruel, stubborn and extremely cunning, but we will still crush them, as always, just like those who bowed to the leader's steel tracks and were crushed in every battle in the past.
The same as the enemy."
"In the name of the leader, destroy the last stubborn resistance of the Nazis, and then plant the red flag on the dome of the Reichstag! Everything we have been fighting for has been for this moment. This is the most glorious task given to us by the supreme motherland!
This is what comrades leaders and countless compatriots expect of us! Anti-Fascist fighters all over the world are looking at us now, waiting for the moment to declare victory."
"Here I request that we must use all our strength to fight tomorrow. We must put the red flag on the dome of the Capitol before dark and sunset! End this final battle! Hurrah!"
"Ula!!!"
There is no complicated battle arrangement, and no artistic command skills are required.
The cage is there and must be destroyed or defeated. Tomorrow's battle has become an ultimate battle in which all forces are concentrated in one place.
There is no need to say much. After a brief final mobilization, Malashenko ended what was probably the last operational meeting in the Great Patriotic War.
Watching the commanders present at the meeting disperse, they began to go back and deploy their troops in accordance with combat orders and requirements to prepare for tomorrow's action.
Malashenko, who stayed at the end and did not leave first, sat at the conference table. On the left and right beside him were political commissar Petrov, and his classmate, brother, comrade-in-arms, and deputy Lavrinenko.
The "Three Leaders", who are directly in charge of the strongest field force in all mankind, sat together like this. The first one to speak out of emotion was Lavrinenko, who put down the documents in his hand.
"Until now, I can't believe that all of this is about to end. The war is about to leave us, and peace will return to the motherland again."
"I have dreamed about this scene countless times in my dreams, but now that it is so real and coming in front of me, I can hardly believe it."
".ha"
Malashenko, who closed the cap of the pen in his hand and signed his name on the combat order, smiled when he heard this, put down the pen in his hand, leaned lazily on the armchair, and spoke with sighs.
.
"Yes, everything is coming to an end. Just imagine what we are going to do at this time tomorrow night? Have a celebration party? Or stand on a street full of ruins, raise the AK in our hands and shoot wildly into the sky. If it's not exciting enough,
Do you want to drive up the IS7 and fire two cannons into the sky to add to the fun?"
"The future is bright, two comrades. Everything will end with our own hands. There will never be a more happy ending than this."
With longing for a better tomorrow, the two brothers Malashenko and Lavrinenko were still daydreaming. They were busy sorting out meeting documents and minutes. Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, who had not freed up his hands until now, smiled and spoke.
"Save the beauty until tomorrow to experience it in person, Comrade Senior. Take a look at this first. I just received it before the meeting. I dare say you will regret it if you don't take a look at it quickly."
"Huh? Is it that serious? What the hell is this?"
After receiving a document handed over by Comrade Political Commissar, Malashenko was still a little puzzled, but after opening the folder and taking a wide look, Malashenko's eyes seemed to be made of iron, and he couldn't move his eyes away as if he had been sucked by a magnet.
, Lavrinenko, who was looking a little curious, couldn't help but lean his head over.
"What the hell? To treat you like this, so mysterious -"
Before he finished speaking, Lavrinenko went directly into Malashenko's "copy and paste" state, and his entire face and expression changed to the same "pause" state.
It was not until a moment later that Malashenko, who was the first to recover, spoke again.
"This does not mean that there is something wrong or something went wrong, but why is it that at this time, when there may be less than 24 hours left before the end of the war, there is still a new batch of supplementary equipment delivered?"
Although the document handed over by Comrade Political Commissar contained a list and written notification document, it only said one thing on the whole - to receive a batch of new supplementary equipment, and it was also the latest heavy equipment.
As for what is the latest model.
Sorry, I didn't mention it directly in the telegram.
But this can also explain one thing in reverse
Eighty percent of this is "truly the latest" heavy equipment that even Malashenko doesn't know about, and its confidentiality level is immediately maxed out, just like the IS7 that was just mass-produced and entered the war.
But what makes Malashenko even more curious is not what the equipment is specifically, but why at this juncture, when the battle is about to be over, the rear is actually rushing to send a batch of the latest experimental equipment.
Isn't it too late?
Even if you come here for the purpose of actual combat testing, aren't you afraid that the train will be delayed or the road will be too congested, causing you to miss the train?
Malashenko really couldn't figure it out very well, but fortunately there were comrades from the political commissar on the side who helped and provided additional explanations.
"I have just arranged for Kulbalov and his brigade to pick up the goods. According to the time mentioned in the telegram, well, the equipment should be arriving soon. In the town we stayed in before, there is a small one on the outskirts of Berlin.
The freight train station was where the Germans used to transfer freight supplies exported and imported to Berlin before the war. This time, we have decided to pick up the goods there.”
"I was pressed for time just now, so I was busy with the meeting. I thought I would leave this matter until the meeting is over and talk to you later."
"So. What do you say? Do you want to go to the site to have a look? If nothing else goes wrong, Kulbalov should have led people there by now. Oh, and also, it is said that the factory leader who led the team for the handover this time
Still an old acquaintance of yours."
"Old acquaintance? Shit! It's not like that old boy Ke Jin went back to hang out for two days and then came to Berlin. He's addicted to traveling at his own expense here, isn't he?"
It's impossible to guess who the so-called "old acquaintance" is. Due to the need to keep the itinerary confidential, Malashenko does not have a detailed list of the factory's handover team, only the handover location and time.
Indeed, as Comrade Political Commissar said, you have to go to the scene to see what kind of goods and people are coming.
"Huh, okay then."
He stood up and went to the door, picked up the military coat hanging on the hanger, and put on his military cap. Malashenko turned around and did not forget to extend an invitation to the two comrades behind him.