"How long have the cannons been firing? It's been an hour, right? I asked Comrade Commander, are you planning to bury the Japanese with cannonballs? How long will it take to blow them up?"
The two brothers Alsim and Sulovechenko were very busy repairing the earth. Even when the 80-ton heavy pontoon bridge was about to collapse, the combat engineers who were supposed to do whatever they were doing were still working hard.
Arsim, who was already burly, was still sweating profusely, shirtless, holding a sapper shovel in his leg and talking to Sulovechenko while working.
"What? I'm very afraid that the Tsukimoto Japanese will come to trouble me when I'm not at home. He almost forgot when we had a serious positional battle. To be honest, he doesn't want to fight the kind of people who stay in the pit.
It’s fun to fight and attack!”
"Now that the Japanese don't come and the bombs are flying all over the place, he thinks that's good."
After taking a shovelful of soil out of the pit and placing it on the pile of soil, Alsim was about to take a breather with his leg leaning on the engineer's shovel as a walking stick.
"After digging the hole, it's time to kick Yuemoto's ass. He wants to see how badly those bastards were bombed, and see if they can compare with the Nazis, and see who can withstand the bombing better.
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"ha--"
While walking in the dirt, I took out a cigarette and handed one to Alsim along my legs.
After everyone started to worship the gods, a barrage of 310mm Andryusha rockets roared like thunder, rising from the north of the river, across the Ussuri River, and over the heads of the Alsim Company.
Pounce directly towards the enemy in the distance.
Seeing this scene, Sulovechenko, who was moved by the scene, couldn't help but stepped on the construction site and said.
"Then according to what I said, attacking is king. Isn't it a bit redundant for us to dig that thing now? Huh?"
"It's not superfluous. Do I think Comrade Commander will give extra orders to the east? Even if we don't use that position, it will be a bridgehead for crossing the river after the follow-up troops take over. It can be used in the future. No matter what, we must let the garrison
The troops have a place to stay."
Although there was a period of time in the past, Alsim followed Malashenko's orders out of confusion and doubt.
But after experiencing many things and winning countless battles, Alsim began to realize that there must be a reason for Malashenko's order, and even if Malashenko did not explain it, he would still try to understand it on his own.
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But whether it is a good thing to think about it is exactly what Shenke expected.
After all, what Malashenko wants is not only a war machine that simply executes orders, but also a Slavic superman who can make the enemy frightened. He also hopes that Alsim can become a great weapon in the future and truly gain his own highest honor in his military career.
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And the premise of all this is that Alsim must be able to think for himself, learn to use his brain, and learn to think about the reasons for orders, instead of being able to execute orders regardless of what Malashenko says.
On the other hand, is it because Sulovechenko, who was told something by Malashenko, also knows that, so he asked that question.
Hearing Alsim's expected answer, the good brothers are making progress, and Sulovechenko, who is also happy himself, was about to stand up and say something, but he heard a sudden roar of mountains and tsunami coming from the construction site on the riverside behind him.
of boiling.
"It's done! They did it! The pontoon is built!!!"
In Jijidong, where the two-way staggered construction was carried out, the construction speed of the 80-ton heavy-duty pontoon bridge was greatly accelerated, and it was completed nearly two hours earlier than the originally estimated project time.
Every second counts on the battlefield. Soldiers are very fast. One minute can determine the outcome of the battle, not to mention the huge significance of nearly two hours.
Looking at the dancing and jubilant pontoon bridge troops and the engineering troops assisting in the construction, Sulovechenko, carrying the engineering shovel in his legs, immediately came to Alsim, looked at the riverside and spoke quietly.
"What did I just say? Shouldn't Dongfou go and smash the asses of those Yueben Japs?"
As soon as the front legs of the pontoon bridge were completed and Jiangbei troops were assembled at the scheduled departure position, the large force waiting to cross the river immediately took action.
Standing in the incompletely repaired position on the east side, Alsim could clearly see the first IS7 heavy tank slowly crossing the river, its wide and heavy tracks already crunching against the steel
bridge deck.
Taking into account the weight of fuel and ammunition, the mass-produced IS7 heavy tank, with a total combat weight approaching the 70-ton mark, collapsed as soon as the bridge deck, which was provided with sufficient buoyancy by large pontoons, collapsed.
Even though Alsim was watching with a telescope from such a long distance and was not at the scene, he still couldn't help but worry about whether something would happen if the bridge deck sank so drastically.
Fortunately, an 80-ton pontoon with sufficient buoyancy and redundancy has been reserved, so it is not easy to carry a heavy tank of nearly 70 tons.
It is better to make the buoyancy richer than to make the buoyancy insufficient.
No equipment or tools can continue to operate at maximum load at all times. This is a matter of common sense. Otherwise, something will happen sooner or later, and the risk is too high.
Looking at the IS7 tank cruising in second gear, it passed the pontoon bridge in an orderly manner at a steady speed. As the first vanguard tank in the army, it drove to the south end of the east pontoon bridge and successfully crossed the Ussuri River.
Alsim slowly lowered his telescope amidst the cheers and raised the corners of his mouth, a smile that signaled the coming of the end of Japan's Japanese army appeared on his face.
"Okay, the work of repairing the earth is over. Everyone gathers! Get ready to set off to the battlefield!"
Alsim began to suspend construction and gather troops, while more tanks and infantry fighting vehicles on the other side of the bridge were speeding across the river, scrambling to cross the river.
At the same time, the pontoon bridge troops and engineering troops who had completed the construction of the first 80-ton heavy-duty pontoon bridge had little time to rest.
The number of equipment and combat strength of the tanks are not inferior to those of the tank armies. The leader's huge assets include a heavy pontoon bridge, which is bound to be unusable.
The first heavy-duty pontoon bridge has just been completed and opened to traffic, and the construction of the second identical pontoon bridge has begun.
Malashenko's goal is to build at least five 80-ton heavy-duty pontoons, which will not only be responsible for the passage of combat troops and the transportation of heavy equipment.
It can be used to transport various supplies and heavy equipment to the front line for replenishment in the future, and even transport severely damaged heavy equipment from the front back to the rear for repair.
Fortunately, sufficient battle preparations were made in advance. The engineering materials required to build such an ultra-long and overweight pontoon bridge were all ready-made. Even the bridge section itself had to be made and delivered in advance.
Structural prefabricated parts.
Coupled with the top-notch construction team personally appointed by Zhukov, it can be said that the project may seem large and arduous, but the actual execution speed cannot be guaranteed.
Malashenko, who had become addicted to being a contractor, stood on the riverside and saw the troops crossing the river on one side and the construction site in full swing on the other. His mind had already flown to the battlefield where artillery fire was flying, and he couldn't help but face the political commissar comrades.
Speak quietly.
"He expected that the Japs in that regiment would have been blown up, and even if they wanted to run in that situation, they wouldn't be able to run far, let alone run far."
"While the suppressive effects of the artillery fire are inexhaustible, he plans to immediately send out a quick reaction force to kill them first, cut off the retreat of the Tsukimoto Japs and wipe them out completely, leaving them all in the east. What do I think?"
In the original planned battle plan, there was no plan to dispatch quick reaction troops to attack immediately after crossing the river.
But the plan was about to change. Since everyone was so sincere in recruiting an elite team to kill people, it would be very troublesome if Malashenko felt that his "hospitality" was not good enough.
Got a joke?
As soon as you hear Malashenko's words, you will know whether Comrade Commander has a strong desire.
Looking at the pontoon bridge, the leading troops crossing the river were crossing the river. The tanks they carried were not IS6, but the latest T43A.
Political commissar Comrade Malashenko, who saw at a glance what Malashenko's actions meant, immediately smiled and spoke.
"The reliability of medium tanks is stronger than that of heavy tanks. The mechanized marching structure has less wear and tear, and the average number of hours between failures is longer. It is very suitable for rapid attacks. Comrade Commander, don't you think so?"
It is true that IS7 and IS6 are not yet reliable enough for mass production of heavy tanks, and they have indeed reached the equipment acceptance indicators issued by the Red Army. There is no such thing as forced installation for errands.
However, meeting the acceptance indicators of heavy tanks does not mean that it can be compared with or even surpass medium tanks in some characteristics.
A heavy tank with a wide body and a fat body is heavy and huge. Even the lightest IS6 weighs just over fifty tons.
A fifty-ton weight and a thirty-ton weight are placed on a chassis designed with the same materials and the same technical level.
It can be said that which of the two tanks is more reliable, more suitable for rapid mechanized marches to kill the enemy, and will probably have a higher equipment readiness rate when engaging the enemy. The answer is not obvious.
So even if Malashenko didn't say it at that time, Comrade Comrade Political Commissar just looked at whether the first wave of heavy equipment that was the first to cross the river was more suitable for medium tanks for rapid attack rather than heavy tanks for on-site defense.
Guess what Comrade Commander wants to do.
Seeing that his little leg was not hidden from the Comrade Political Commissar, Malashenko smiled and said no more, and immediately gave the attack order to Kulbalov.
After receiving the order, Kulbalov immediately took action, with the spirit of asking the Japanese Japanese to use strong medicine and hard work to make the first battle of the entire army crossing the river a model battle.
Not only did Kurbalov personally cross the river to the south bank to organize troops to assemble and prepare for the attack, he also brought his IS7 command vehicle along the way, intending to personally lead the team to completely send the half-dead Tsukimoto Japanese into the sky.
30 T43A medium tanks and 30 BMP43 infantry fighting vehicles were quickly assembled, plus a guard company of IS7 heavy tanks that he brought. Kulbalov, who had a fully mechanized and heavy firepower battalion, believed that the time had come.
When you arrive, you should seize the opportunity to attack and kill the enemy.
"Comrade Commander, they have all been sitting there repairing the earth for several hours. There is no credit but hard work. Can you take them with you?"
"Um?"
Looking at the "please" expression on Alsim's face when the owner of the car came to intercede in person, he looked at the fighting men behind Alsim who were sweating profusely and covered in mud. But they were full of energy and high morale.
The engineers are already fully armed and ready to attack.
Kulbalov, who was too embarrassed to refuse, grinned. He stood on the turret and raised his leg to point at the already full infantry fighting vehicle and T43A medium tank. Alsim's order that made Alsim ecstatic on the spot came immediately.
"Is it okay to go? The port is full. Do you want to miss the good old days when Yidong used tank plug-ins?"
However, Alsim, who had no choice but to give orders from his comrade the division commander, immediately led a group of brothers and crawled on top of the tanks and infantry fighting vehicles, holding the turrets on the welding preparatory.
Leaving his legs to steady his body, he followed Kuodong Zouqi's kick of the accelerator and rushed straight towards the battlefield.
"Hey! I remember very well when we paid the penalty outside the secondary tank?"
He was leaning on the back of the tank's turret, listening to Sulovechenko shouting loudly into the wind next to him.
After putting on his clothes and armor, feeling cool in the wind of the grassland, Alsim, who felt much more comfortable, thought about it for a moment, but he really couldn't remember the specific time.
Alsim, who was galloping across the Great Plains, also advanced into the depths of the Northeast for the first time.
Looking at the foreign scenery in front of me, I can't help but sigh that such a place is really not suitable for armored group charge operations.
On the contrary, with such an open plain terrain, the march route was also destined to be covered and bombarded by military-level field artillery. The Japs who continued to beat them for more than an hour found the situation in the east of their eyes not much better.
Alsim hoped that the Japanese would never seek death.
Even if there are only a few hundred people left to deal with it, if all of them are killed by the explosion, then they will really become a commando team turned into a corpse collection team.
Alsim's worries did not last long.
Soon, when the boundary of the battlefield finally appeared out of sight, Alsim stood up with his legs on the tank turret and looked out. The scene he saw at a glance was as expected.
"Sure enough, apart from the crater, there were only corpses and wreckage."
Bomb craters, a huge number of bomb craters, countless large bomb craters, plus layers upon layers of densely packed enemy corpses and equipment debris, are appearing in front of us in a manner comparable to a vegetable stall selling vegetables in a wet market.
"Dong Che! Search formation, spread out! Quick!"
He called the soldiers to rush to the east of the car, and he also shouted and moved to leave the tank, and jumped towards the floating soil east of the car.
"Um?"
As soon as I landed on the ground, I felt the soles of my feet feel light and comfortable.
Not only did he feel the ethereal feeling of stepping on a thick layer of shelled floating soil, Alsim could easily feel as if he had stepped on something slippery and slippery, just like the feeling of stepping on the mud of a river beach.
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Dong raised his feet for a moment to take a look, but the scene he saw made Alsim frown.
The corpse of the Japanese, with half of his head blown off, was buried in the floating soil at this moment, being trampled under his feet.
I don’t know if the Japanese suffered any disaster during his lifetime. His whole head was split in two along the central axis of the bridge of his nose, and it was divided into two halves. Only the east and right half of his head were left with a dead body. His eyeballs were wide open, and he didn’t know the missing half.
Where did the brain go?
"The cannonball shell probably penetrated the whole head along the Dongba, and the cannonball shell must be big enough."
When he came to Alsim, he saw such a scene. Sulovchenko spoke quietly and expressed his analysis. Alsim, who didn't care much, then turned around and left.
"The coal farmer saw it and quickly checked to see if there were any survivors. He asked where all the Japs in Chengdong had gone. He didn't believe that those bastards were really killed by cannons."