Chapter 1700 The sword pointed at the final encirclement

"It's smoother than ours! Kulbalov's side has only encountered sporadic resistance and has been advancing since this morning.

"Lavry encountered a German light armored force there, a group of half-tracks mixed with No. 4, No. 3, and even our captured T34. It took a while to solve it. Lavry reported that it was soon over. Able to continue on the road, they are cleaning the battlefield and collecting prisoners of war."

The progress of the two good brothers is smoother than that of his own side, which is the best result that Malashenko can think of.

Malashenko would rather he was the one who has a tough time to chew. After all, it is the center offensive force that he personally leads that is the most powerful. If the two of them encounter a difficult bone, they might cause trouble. If they can't chew it and their offensive is blocked, it will be great fun.

"How far are we from the final encirclement point? Can we get there within today?"

Although the small bag hanging on his hip also contains a map, Malashenko still prefers to look at the map of his political commissar comrade.

There is no other reason. Even though he only has one arm left, Comrade Political Commissar's drawing ability is still unusually strong. The drawings he makes are both beautiful and practical. The overall situation and local battle conditions of the entire battlefield can be seen at a glance. It's easy to know.

On the contrary, the picture made by Malashenko, a dignified major general, is like a dog crawling, and the picture made by Comrade Comrade Political Commissar is simply too slim compared to the previous one.

Hearing what Malashenko said, Comrade Political Commissar did not hesitate to take out the map from his satchel, spread it on the ground, pointed to a location indicated by a red circle and said.

"Here, this is where we are now. To be precise, it is where the center assault force led by you is."

"Here, a little north, this is Kulbalov's advance position. The coordinates reported half an hour ago are now estimated to be further than this coordinate point. There is no German who can resist them along the way. We estimate that the distance between us will be about ten kilometers."

"If we use the situation on Kulbalov's side to calculate, the straight-line distance between us and the final encirclement point is less than fifteen kilometers. With the detour and terrain restrictions, the actual mileage to be traveled is at most Within twenty-five kilometers, this number cannot be exceeded.”

"As long as we don't encounter too strong German resistance, this journey can be completed today. If things go well, Kulbalov can even have lunch at the encirclement point and wait for us. The only thing left is to wait for the friendly encirclement troops to join up. , a large group of short-legged German infantry divisions were put into our pockets, and this is roughly the situation. "

The progress on Kourbalov's side was smoother than Malashenko actually expected, which was unexpected.

He made up his mind almost without much thought. Malashenko, who knew that time would not wait for me, immediately spoke to Commissar Petrov.

"Send a message to Kurbalov, with the priority goal of reaching the final encirclement point as soon as possible, and rush forward as fast as possible! Kill all the Germans you meet along the way, no mercy, don't be killed by those corpses lying on the roadside The German guy who is waiting to die is stuck! Remember not to get too entangled with the enemy!"

"He knows what to do. Let him make his own judgment based on the actual situation. Lavery and I will catch up with him and join him soon!"

Malashenko had long been mentally prepared for the arrival of the German armored forces. This group of heavy, heavy, and stupid hunting tigers could only be regarded as an appetizer before the storm. Compared with the battle that followed, It doesn't even count as stuffing between teeth.

Although the Germans' returning armored forces are unlikely to get ahead of themselves and reach the final encirclement point first, from a probability perspective, the Germans have almost no chance of winning.

But based on the principle of "Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst", Malashenko still didn't want to bet on the fact that the enemy's speed couldn't keep up. Malashenko has always believed that the most appropriate and best bet on the battlefield is to bet on oneself, and bet the outcome on the enemy's crotch. Malashenko will never try to do it unless he has to. .

The next half of the day will be a war race.

Under the premise that the German armored troops were bound to come for his "thorn", Malashenko must use all his strength to seize the encirclement point at all costs. Occupied.

Even if the next battle will inevitably involve a fight with the German armored forces, Malashenko hopes that the initiative in the battle will be in his own hands. What you want is to wait for a while, take a short rest, and then face the tired army of Germans who have traveled a long distance. It is best to give the German sticks a head-on blow at the beginning of the battle to help them on their way.

After making combat arrangements and issuing orders, Malashenko did not delay too much. After a little preparation, he immediately ordered the troops to continue advancing and continue to charge in the direction of the final encirclement point.

A large number of Wehrmacht prisoners of war who raised their hands and surrendered were handed over to the friendly infantry divisions that had just caught up.

The commanders of the infantry divisions assigned to Malashenko's coordinated attack are also full of complaints and resentments, but it is not so convenient to talk about them.

The reason doesn't really matter, it's just that since the war started, there has been almost no fighting against the Germans.

I just heard that there was a fight ahead, and the Germans set up a decent defensive position to block their own tank offensive. The battle was extremely fierce, with gunfire and gunfire everywhere.

The commanders of the infantry division were thinking that it was finally our turn, but who knew that just halfway through the journey, the latest news coming from the front was that of the heroic and invincible tank hero General Malashenko. They killed so many Germans and captured so many prisoners. After piercing the Germans' positions, they continued to charge forward and walked away.

What was left to the friendly infantry divisions behind them were only smoldering positions one after another, corpses of German soldiers on the ground, and large swaths of German prisoners of war who were tied up like pigs ready to be slaughtered.

These infantry division commanders, who could barely express the words "Brothers are very unhappy" on their faces, exclaimed in their hearts: What a guy! Dude, are you here to be your tailgater, or are you here to work as a German guy? Why don't you bring us along with you in the war? You won't bring us along for fun.

But Qi Guiqi, actually speaking, there is nothing that can be done.

The Soviet infantry divisions of these days were also fast-moving units that mixed mules and horses with fewer vehicles and mainly relied on infantry to move on foot. A mechanized marching infantry division can only be accomplished by Americans with deep pockets. Their various trucks have enough small jeeps and are open to use.

Oh, the Red Army does have a purely mechanized force. It is said that even the cooking team uses trucks to load cooking tools and deliver meals to the front line. This is really enviable for ordinary troops who don’t even have enough mules and horses! This unit was the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division that was killing everyone in front.

Ordinary infantry divisions could not catch up with the attack speed of Malashenko's troops even if they rushed slowly. This was not the first time that this happened. Fortunately, Malashenko has a powerful infantry unit armed with the latest weapons and equipment to coordinate with infantry and tanks, so there is no need to worry too much about the disconnection of friendly infantry.