Chapter 1178 Tiger Enters the Village

Malashenko originally thought that his condition was miserable enough, but he never expected that Division Commander Suvorov's situation was even worse than his own.

Looking at the miserable situation in front of him with a bandage on his head, wrapped like a rice dumpling, and another ring of bandages hanging on his shoulders, which hung up his right arm, Malashenko couldn't help but wonder who Commander Suvorov was. How did it get like this?

"Comrade Commander, why are you like this?"

Looking at the surprised look on Malashenko's face in front of him, Division Commander Suvorov, who was covered in mud and blood, just smiled slightly awkwardly.

"I just went to the position. Fascist's shell exploded less than ten meters away from me. If my guards hadn't held my shoulders down in time and lay down in the trench, you might only be able to see me now. There's a body."

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Fortunately, Commander Suvorov's injuries were not serious. Hearing this, Malashenko took another look and guessed that his head and arms were probably injured by shrapnel. It should be a German soldier. The guy's small-caliber mortar did it. Knowing that he didn't have much time to waste, he simply stopped paying attention to this matter and then changed the subject.

"My command post was shot down by the Germans, comrade division commander. Do you still have a radio that can be used here? Do the reinforcements and superiors have any latest news for us?"

The first time he saw Malashenko, he roughly guessed that he was here for this matter. Commander Suvorov, who did not respond directly, turned around and picked up the weapon with his left hand that could still move. He picked up a telegram that had just been placed on the table, and then handed it to Malashenko.

"See for yourself, this was just sent, just three minutes ago."

Malashenko, who was eager to know what was written on it, took the telegram and took a quick look at it, only to find that there were only a few sentences recorded on it.

"Hold on, comrades! We are crushing any fascists who dare to block it, and we will rush to rescue you with 12% of our efforts! Long-range artillery is setting up positions, please hold on for a while, artillery support and ground troops will arrive soon! "

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Holding this telegram signed by the headquarters of the Fifth Tank Army, Malashenko was speechless for a while and couldn't help complaining that this was simply a piece of cake to satisfy his hunger! He just said "a while" and "very hard", but ended up making trouble for a long time without even giving a detailed and accurate time. How the hell was he singing "Thousands of miles to help, there is a cloud of sky", right? I usually didn't offend anyone in the Fifth Tank Army.

Although I think so in my heart, complaints are still complaints, but you should never say it with your mouth. At most, you will show a weird expression.

Before Malashenko could put down the brief telegram in his hand, Division Commander Suvorov had already handed over the second telegram.

"This is from Commander Vatutin. He couldn't contact your brigade, so he transferred the telegram directly to us. He received it almost at the same time as the telegram in your hand."

After hearing this, Malashenko silently received the second telegram and glanced at it with the worst psychological preparation, but unexpectedly received rare good news.

The content of the telegram sent by Vatutin was slightly longer. The general meaning was that after receiving reinforcements, the fighter aviation unit of the front army had repulsed the German air force over Prokhorovka, which had been fighting fiercely all day yesterday.

The front army headquarters judged that the enemy would not be able to organize battle-level air power in a short period of time. The air supremacy in the theater had been seized by the Red Army. Attack aircraft and tactical bomber units had already taken off and were on their way to support.

At the end of the telegram, Vatutin assured Malashenko that all reinforcements that could be mobilized, whether flying in the sky or running on the ground, were rushing at full speed, and they would persist until the reinforcements arrived no matter what.

The three elite divisions of the armed SS that were gathered now are an opportunity. Vatutin, who is planning a famous large-scale battle-level counterattack, has already begun to eat these three ace divisions of the armed SS in one go. plan put into practice.

As long as Malashenko can persist until the reinforcements arrive and keep these three elite divisions of the Waffen SS from getting away and talking, then this plan has a high possibility of being completed. Malashenko and his Stalin The 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade has once again become the core key to the eye of the storm.

Malashenko, holding the telegram in his hand, could roughly guess Vatutin's combat intentions. Even though many things were not stated in detail in the telegram, they were simply mentioned in one sentence to avoid being judged by the enemy if the news was leaked in advance. However, this does not prevent Malashenko, who has an extremely clear understanding of his current situation, from assessing the war situation.

Prokhorovka's overall strategic offensive and defensive situation is reversing. The long-term delay in making a decision will lead to victory, which is the most realistic portrayal of the current situation faced by the SS.

But can he still hold on until the moment of offensive and defensive reversal arrives?

Malashenko asked himself but couldn't find the answer. He didn't even have a regiment of troops left in his hands. The situation was even worse for Division Commander Suvorov, who still had half a regiment of troops left. .

Ordinary other troops would have collapsed long ago. The two Red Army troops united in one unit can continue to fight until now solely because of their sense of honor in the name of the Guards and their collective heroism that is not afraid of sacrifice.

Malashenko didn't know exactly how long he could hold on. He only knew that he would never become a prisoner of the Germans. Whether he lived or died, he could only do his best and let fate go.

"We no longer have any reserves, Comrade Malashenko. Fasis is less than 500 meters away from my headquarters. I have decided to lead all the remaining personnel of the division to participate in the battle!"

Malashenko, who looked at Commander Suvorov and smiled faintly, had no unnecessary nonsense. He only blurted out a sentence of the same decision without thinking.

"No Red Army will surrender today, comrade division commander, let us fight side by side until the last moment!"

When the SS officers who were constantly rushing towards the deep core area saw a group of enemies wearing large-brimmed hats instead of helmets entering their field of vision, the SS officers who led the attack all reacted excitedly and instantly. The extremely arrogant Russians are really at the end of their rope.

"Try to catch those alive! Those people are the first-level officers of the Russian division and brigade. They have no troops anymore. Keep moving forward!"

When it comes to tank warfare, Malashenko is an unrivaled expert.

But when it comes to infantry combat, Malashenko is just like an ordinary soldier.

He picked up the Somi submachine gun in his hand and fired at a series of aiming points outside the trench, knocking down two SS infantrymen who came forward to move and hide on the spot.

Just as he was about to retract his head into the trench and change the bullets for the guy in his hand, a steel figure accompanied by a dull roar suddenly appeared behind the courtyard not far away and drove slowly towards him.

The rags that you didn't have to worry about in the past have now become the most difficult and top-level trouble.

"Gan! Your mother even drove a tiger into the village!"