Chapter 1173 The Prelude to the Final Chapter

Malashenko knew that the reinforcements that came to rescue and support him had arrived. Just a dozen kilometers away, he was trying every means to break through the interception of the German blocking troops and fight fiercely with the enemy.

Facing the powerful offensive of a tank group and an infantry group, Malashenko had reason to believe that it was only a matter of time before the German blocking force was broken through.

The Germans can no longer devote more troops to the battle. Otherwise, they would not have dragged on their stubborn resistance until now.

A very important detail is that from the battle late yesterday until now, Malashenko has never been attacked by any air strikes by the Luftwaffe, and has not even seen a single shadow of the Luftwaffe.

Such a situation was simply unimaginable in the first few days of the Battle of Kursk. Malashenko suffered from German air raids in the first few days, and on several occasions he was almost blown up on the spot. I'm scolding my mother. Compared to the current situation where no aircraft can see the situation, this is undoubtedly extremely abnormal and worth pondering.

The Germans did not send planes to carry out air strikes. Malashenko made a comprehensive assessment and inference based on his memory as a time traveler and the actual situation. He felt that this situation could only mean that the German air force had reached the end of its war effort and was nothing more than a loss of troops. If it is too large, it may be entangled by its own fighter aviation units and unable to ensure air supremacy in the theater.

The invisible cruel air battle may be taking place in a certain Prokhorovka airspace that I don't know about.

Without the annoying Kraut flies flying above his head, Malashenko can at least ensure that his troops can hold on for a while longer and try their best to hold on until friendly reinforcements arrive. As for whether they will succeed or not. It's two different things than doing your best and obeying destiny.

"Let comrades be prepared and tell Lavrinenko and Kulbalov that they must hold on! There is no retreat behind us, and retreat means complete defeat. You must be careful, but Qian Qian Don't die in the hands of those Germans."

Malashenko didn't want to say these unpleasant words at the last moment before the war, but he couldn't bear to worry about Comrade Political Commissar's disabled body. If he were not surrounded from all sides and had to be led by someone to direct every main attack direction of the Germans, Malashenko would have simply wanted to keep his political commissar here and finish the job.

After getting along day and night for a long time, Commissar Petrov naturally understood what Malashenko wanted to express, and it was natural to accept this concern. Correspondingly, Commissar Petrov himself told Malashenko.

"Instead of caring about me, an old man, you should worry about yourself first. I bet those Fascist fanatics will definitely hate you to the bone now."

"Keep your faith and keep fighting. Your future will be brighter than anyone I have ever seen in my life. I, a dying man, will never see that day. Even without me, you alone People must continue to walk along this path firmly, there are always things worth fighting for throughout our lives! We must remember this.”

Commissar Petrov, knowing that his time is numbered, is more affectionate than ever. He is like a dying father telling his children what to expect in the distant future. How to deal with everything that comes to you, without forgetting yourself.

Malashenko was not sure whether he could survive this test, and he was even less sure whether he would live to see his political commissar again.

Every moment of walking side by side along the way came to mind like a flood. Malashenko, who knew that the corners of his eyes were a little wet, resisted letting some liquid drip down. Every time he thought about the person closest to him, One of those people will feel heartbroken when their time is running out, but now there really is no more time to worry about it.

Malashenko, who slowly stepped forward and hugged Comrade Political Commissar and Uncle Peter into his arms with a standard bear hug, patted Comrade Political Commissar on the back, had nothing to say, even at this time There are thousands of words in my heart at this moment, but it is still the same. In the end, only the standing at attention and solemn military salute after relief remain in each other's memories and thoughts.

"Go to the 1st Stalin Guards Heavy Tank Brigade and bring victory to the heroic Soviet Red Army, Comrade Malashenko."

"I will definitely live up to my heavy responsibility, Comrade Political Commissar."

With the return gift from Comrade Political Commissar imprinted in his heart, Malashenko embarked on the journey again, still determined, and showed no timidity, let alone fear, towards the evil fascists who were about to surge in like wild beasts. .

Everything came in a hurry as Malashenko expected. The SS, which was too lazy to even prepare artillery fire and had no time to waste, began the final general attack.

The intensity of the offensive and the amount of troops invested were simply beyond imagination.

The three SS divisions involved in the siege pressed all the main forces that could be used, and the last position of less than two square kilometers in Malashenko's hands ushered in the most ferocious attack.

If it weren't for the fact that the final position based on the village was too small, with craters and wreckage scattered everywhere, it would be impossible for the brigade of tanks and infantry to move forward if they pressed all at once.

Malashenko even felt that these crazy SS soldiers would even dispatch all the tanks and troops at once, and they would die as fast as they could without losing a second. This kind of cruelty was extremely cruel. The frantic encirclement and suppression offensive was unprecedented even in Stalingrad.

"Aim at the Panther at the front and kill it!"

boom--

Amidst the startling sound of artillery, the muzzle fire was once again extremely diffuse. Under Iushkin's precise shooting, the leading Panther tank was once again raised up and hit by violent ammunition, just like most of the previous situations. The body was blown apart in the explosion and restored to the state of parts.

However, the SS infantry and tanks following them were still like a vast ocean. The SS armored troops with absolute superiority in strength began to charge at full speed without much exchange of fire. The final attack distance of only 500 to 600 meters was simply There is no suspense about stepping on the accelerator.

The SS armored troops in a high-speed charge only used a cigarette to reach close to their faces. Malashenko, who expected such a situation to happen, did not panic at all. The final moment of who will win is about to be revealed. .