Since some friendly forces in other directions are still fighting and have not yet achieved a complete victory, Malashenko, whose fighting pace is obviously faster than others, is not worried that the surrounding Romanian troops from other directions who are too busy to take care of themselves will take the opportunity to surround them and try to
Eat yourself.
Those Romanian troops who have been defeated are probably only regretting that their own mothers have lost two legs even if they are running for their lives. They cannot run fast enough. How can they find the will to fight and kill themselves? It is simply impossible.
thing.
What Malashenko was really worried about was that if he blindly advanced alone, he might be blocked by the oncoming German armored group and turn into an encounter.
After using the Romanian armored division as a foil, the opponent's number of tanks is not much less than that of his own 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, and may even be a few more.
If you include the large group of German troops still hiding in the city who may mobilize the German troops at any time, Malashenko is worried that the tank encounter, which will be difficult to determine the winner for a while, may eventually turn into an attempted siege by the German troops.
A stupid and messy battle with the Soviet army in a counter-encirclement assault.
If this really happens, it will not only disrupt our overall strategic deployment, but the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade will also become the target of public criticism. It will encounter a crazy attack by multiple German troops and be trapped in the center of the theater.
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Considering that this first batch of 1 heavy tanks has extraordinary significance and mission for him, Malashenko finally chose to stick to his position more conservatively, wait and see the changes in tactics, and decided to take a look at the Germans first
What are you going to do, and then decide on the next specific tactical action, so that you can adapt to changes by staying the same.
The terrible weather above our heads has basically cut off the possibility of air support. No matter how hard the Germans who have already caused serious damage can do, they can't cause much trouble.
With the strength of the entire Southwest Front at his back, thousands of heavy artillery on call, and plenty of reinforcements around him, how could he be afraid of the half-dead Paulus?
Malashenko, who was looking into the distance with a telescope in his hand, could not help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly. By now in the battle, the situation had completely turned to his own advantage.
Now as long as the large ring encirclement outside Stalingrad is closed, the bastard Paulus and the entire remnants of the Sixth Army can be put into his pocket and strangled to death. Malashenko is wondering whether he should personally
Tell Paulus the fairy tale of Uranus.
The heavy white snow blown up by the strong wind had reduced the visibility in the air to just a little over one kilometer. Malashenko, who had been looking at the frontline observation post for a long time with a telescope in his hand, could not figure out what was going on.
Feeling a little thirsty, he simply put down the telescope in his hand, turned around and walked aside. He came to the table left by the Romanians and was about to grab a kettle and fill it with two sips. Unexpectedly, as soon as his right hand touched the kettle, he was suddenly hit by a
The voice that spoke suddenly stopped.
"Drink ice water at minus 30 degrees Celsius, or you may have diarrhea to the point where you can't even climb into the tank."
In his hand, Commissar Petrov, who was reviewing the battle damage report that had just been delivered, pointed to the iron cup on the table. The rim of the cup, which was not too big or too small and fit nicely, was steaming out.
"It's just boiled. Drink it while it's hot. It won't cool down again within two minutes."
The unwilling Malashenko hesitated for a moment and finally picked up the military kettle in his hand. Unfortunately, the water in it had frozen into a big ice lump at some point. It was so heavy in his hand that he couldn't bear it.
Like a brick, if you hit it hard, you can definitely kill a German stick with one blow.
With a helpless smile, Malashenko put down the brick-like military kettle, picked up the water glass on the other side of the table, and was about to put it into his mouth. But when the glass reached his mouth, he hesitated and stopped.
Open your mouth.
"Sometimes I think that without you, I might not even know what to do in my free time, just like a child who hasn't grown up."
Political Commissar Petrov, who was sitting on a chair, lowered the report in his hand to reveal his face. He glanced at Malashenko and then smiled lightly.
"Children will always be children, don't you know? Children have to listen to adults honestly. Elders are always right."
The political commissar comrade who was also his teacher, friend and half-father made a big joke. Malashenko, who said nothing, smiled and shook his head and then raised the cup to his mouth.
dong dong dong
"Damn it! It's so cold outside! It's almost freezing me to death. You drink a glass. Give me this glass first."
Snapped
Before he had time to react to what was happening, Malashenko, who was completely confused, just stood there and stared blankly at Lavrinenko, who rushed in with loud footsteps and struck out from him.
After grabbing the water glass from his hand, he raised his head and poured it down his throat. The scene was as heroic as a cow drinking. It was really a pleasure to drink.
"Ahem, how are you going to drink water in this weather? It's time to drink vodka. Come get the wine, Malashenko! I'm almost freezing. Let me drink a bottle to warm myself up!"
Lavrinenko, who put down the cup of water in his hand, did not realize the seriousness of the matter.
Malashenko, who did not want to get angry in person, pointed with his eyes at the political commissar Petrov who was sitting in the blind spot of Lavrinenko's field of vision. "If the political commissar catches you drinking during the war, you have to deal with it yourself." The meaning is obvious.
"Drinking in any form or under any pretext is prohibited when the First Guards Heavy Tank breaks through a group battle." This was a decision that Malashenko approved earlier at the initiative of Petrov's political commissar. After all, no one wants to see a group of drunkards.
The lunatic behind the wheel turned the tank battle into a bumper car fight.
When he drinks, he just drinks a bottle. The wine is not that good. After drinking, he walks around and talks nonsense. There are many people in the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment. Petrov
The political commissar is also taking precautions for safety reasons.
Although it has been upgraded to the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, the old rules established in the past are still there.
Comrade Deputy Brigade Commander took the lead in violating military regulations. He attempted to drink alcohol during the war and was caught by his political commissar comrade.
Lavrinenko looked at Commissar Petrov with a slightly frightened expression, and almost had "Why is Comrade Comrade Comrade here?" written on his face.
What neither Malashenko nor Lavrinenko expected was that the political commissar Petrov, who was still threatening others with a poker face, looked at each other and smiled, slowly shook his head and took something from the box that had been prepared at the foot of the table.
He took out a bottle of vodka and put it on the table.
"It's half a cup per person, and you're not allowed to drink from the bottle! Special approval for winter, do you understand?"