After drinking a full bottle of water, his throat that was about to smoke felt better. After listening to the words of the political commissar Petrov next to him, Malashenko suddenly had a look of doubt on his face.
"A total retreat? Wait...A total retreat!? You said a total retreat?"
Commissar Petrov, who was a little confused by Malashenko's question repeated three times in a row, felt that he had said nothing wrong after thinking for a moment, then quietly nodded.
"Yes, that's what the telegram said. All the German troops on the 300-kilometer half-moon line surrounding Moscow have been completely routed. Is there any problem?"
After getting the exact answer he wanted from Commissar Petrov, Malashenko suddenly came to his senses and immediately slapped his thigh hard.
"You've been fooled! Comrade Political Commissar! These Germans are going to run away!"
Malashenko, who had never thought of the specific time when the German army was defeated in the Battle of Moscow, suddenly realized that December near the end of 1941 was the final time for the German army to retreat.
Just now, the Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment tried its best to drive itself out of the position, not to hold on to the defensive line, but to run away after resolving the battle at hand!
Realizing the bad news, Malashenko hurriedly struggled to move and staggered towards the front of the position. He grabbed the binoculars hanging around his neck and felt that it might be too late.
Soon, he saw the fact that he least wanted to see in his field of vision.
"I'll hold you in my mouth! If you really want to, just run away!"
The German positions that had just been filled with gunfire were now as busy as a festival.
The German soldiers carrying their hands and shoulders tried their best to take away everything they could. Some of the artillery whose wheels were damaged in the bombardment and could not be taken away were surrounded by many German soldiers who were busy, as if they were preparing.
Stuff a few grenades or explosives into it to completely destroy it.
Holding the telescope in his hands, his hands were trembling, and he felt as if he had been severely cheated. The furious Malashenko, regardless of his physical fatigue, immediately pulled out the Tokarev TT33 pistol from his waist and pointed it at the sky.
boom--
The sound of gunfire is the best command for soldiers, bar none.
The Red Army soldiers who were still half-reclining in the trenches for rest immediately struggled to get up after hearing the sound of a gunshot. Their faces darkened by the war all focused their eyes on Marashen.
Malashenko, who raised his hand and fired a shot, put the pistol back into the holster on his waist and immediately yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Comrades! Those Germans are going to run away, we have to send them away! We can't let them go so easily, these Germans have to leave some price behind! Prepare to fight!"
The battle-experienced bodies, which were originally extremely tired, immediately became energetic when they heard that their opponent, the German, was about to run away. As if they had been given a shot of blood, the rejuvenated Red Army soldiers immediately began to pack their bags and prepare for battle.
The war has reached this point, and the German who killed so many of his own comrades still wants to run away. How could it be possible for you to get what you want so easily?!
The troops that had just suffered a heavy casualty defeat quickly assembled at a speed visible to the naked eye. Malashenko, who had lost 14 tanks after the battle just now, did not hesitate at all. As long as he could keep these Germans, he would do it again.
The loss of thirty or forty tanks was worth it in Malashenko's opinion.
"Iushkin, Seryosha, get in the car! Start the tank and get ready to go, I'll continue... Forget it, Nikolai, load the shells first, I really can't hold on anymore."
He originally planned to show off and show off, but was forcibly stopped by his own body. He felt that his whole body was just like falling apart. Malashenko asked himself that he really couldn't continue to reload, so he had to let the electromechanical technician Nikolai take over again.
conduct.
Witnessing the embarrassing scene where Malashenko was out of breath, Petrov, the political commissar who sighed softly, could not help but persuade him again.
"When Kirill was injured last time, I advised you to find a temporary loader to replace him. How about now? How does it feel to take up the position as a loader yourself?"
The somewhat sarcastic words made Malashenko, who was already half-mounted on the turret, blush. His pretense at first had become the worst problem now.
"It's nothing. Isn't it just the loader? It's just a bit of exercise. It's a bit cold if there is no activity in the tank."
"...."
Commissar Petrov was speechless for a while at Malashenko's pretense of saving face and suffering. Commissar Petrov sighed again, and then quietly spoke to Malashenko, who had already entered the turret with only his head exposed.
"Don't chase the Germans too hard and pull back if you can't eat them. Our strategic goal of holding Moscow has been achieved? Do you understand what I mean?"
Although it was a bit unusual for him as a regiment leader to be given military orders by his partner, the political commissar, Malashenko, who regarded Commissar Petrov as his closest person, did not feel the slightest bit awkward about it, and blurted out the words with a slight nod.
"Don't worry, Comrade Political Commissar, I know what to do!"
Malashenko, who sensed his opponent's intention and immediately pursued him, took action, but Colonel Horning, who had just started to retreat without taking two steps, frowned again.
"Do these Russians really think there's nothing they can do if we retreat?"
Colonel Horning, who was almost gnashing his teeth, was naturally not a person who was carried away by anger. For his upcoming retreat plan, Colonel Horning, who had already prepared an emergency plan in his mind, naturally had corresponding back-up preparations.
"Inform Cross and tell them to prepare for action according to the original plan! Don't leave any extra shells. Use all the artillery to fire with maximum firepower to stop the Russians and kill them as much as possible. Remember! You have to wait for my order before allowing it.
fire!"
Colonel Horning, who was prepared with both hands, had already made preparations for the worst-case scenario in case his side was pursued by the Soviet army. The temporarily strengthened two fully loaded artillery battalions were Colonel Horning's last trump card to secure his retreat.
Once the Soviet pursuit troops intend to rush up again and entangle themselves to block their retreat, Colonel Horning, who has determined the coordinates of the artillery attack, will immediately order the artillery to open fire to initiate barrage coverage.
Colonel Horning, who did not expect to be able to turn defeat into victory with two artillery battalions, only wanted to use this to cause some trouble for the Soviet army to delay the retreat and reserve a way out for his own retreat. If he could wave off the Soviet attack while causing maximum casualties,
A repulse would be even better, at least that's what Colonel Horning was praying for at this moment.