Chapter 1744 These Russian guys are crazy
"It hasn't been long. It was just issued this month. Now only some armored units have this kind of poster. 6⃞ 9⃞ s⃞ h⃞ u⃞ x⃞ .⃞ hilc⃞ o⃞ mim⃞The superiors asked us to post it in the military camp to explain and publicize it. The war is urgent. We didn't care. Many people have only heard of you but haven't seen what you look like, including me, so I kept one in my pocket."
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After hearing this, he glanced at the thing in his hand with a smile on his face, and Malashenko sneered in his heart with unabashed ridicule on his face.
"Why do you keep it? So that you can pull me out of the crowd when you capture me, so that I don't get passed by pretending to be an ordinary soldier?"
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Major Schroun's expression was obviously a little strange and startled for a moment. People usually react like this when something is suddenly said to their heart. Of course, this could not escape Comrade Ma's eyes.
"Haha, I'm not very good at fighting, but I'm pretty good at it. You're a bunch of trash and you still want to deal with me? Do you want to capture Malashenko alive? Go back and ask your idiot Propaganda Minister Goebbels , ask him if he would like to take off his pants and let you help wash them. The possibility of this happening is much greater than capturing me alive.
Malashenko didn't care whether the German guy could understand or not. The second half of what he blurted out was all in Russian, and he said it very loudly, and all the surrounding Red Army soldiers and commanders listened. Got it crystal clear.
As for the next result, it was naturally a volcanic eruption of laughter.
Hahahahahaha——
"Hahaha, haha, hahahaha! Did you hear, Comrade Division Commander said that the German guy wanted to capture him alive? I have never heard such a funny joke! Are these German guys not awake yet?"
"Are these idiots still trying to capture Comrade Senior alive? It's better to go back and clean the pants of those naughty bandit leaders. This is more appropriate."
"I don't know who I am, I'm so stupid that it's indescribable! Hey, Fascist Pighead! Do you know whose territory you are standing on now? Hahaha!"
Although he is not proficient in Russian, Major Schroun can roughly understand the meaning of the laughter and curses of the Russians around him. He has given up everything, given up military honor and all self-esteem, and chose to be a prisoner. Now he only has The person below lowered his head expressionlessly and said nothing.
"I will personally crush all of you bastards who dare to trample on the achievements of communist construction! Not only will I crush you to death on our land, but I will water our land with your flesh and blood! I will also kill you fascist pigs On your territory, let your land taste the blood of your own people.
"Whoever stands in my way will die. No one can stop us, not the Wehrmacht, not the SS, not even a self-important trash like you! I will watch with my own eyes the evil fascist heart of Berlin, taking revenge. Burn with rage until this evil land becomes a scorched earth.”
The poster, which was crumpled into a ball of paper, was thrown at the feet of Major Schroun, no different from garbage. Sparing the life of this fascist gangster was the utmost kindness of Malashenko. No matter how ugly the curse words are, they are far from enough to describe the sinfulness of these scum in this land.
"Take him into custody and tell the political commissar that he will be interrogated and handed over to the friendly comrades in the rear. The Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division never carries garbage with them into battle."
"No problem, Comrade Commander."
Varosha, who still had a smile on his face, immediately carried out Malashenko's order and drove Major Schraun down again like a dead dog. Iushkin, who had been watching the whole process by the turret, was now full of joy. It’s a feeling of adoration.
"It won't get any more handsome than just now, I'm serious! That's how it should be with these bastards. Who does this German guy think he is? He deserves to end up like this."
He didn't take Iushkin's praise to heart too much. Now Malashenko still felt uneasy about something, and he didn't have too much extra time to waste on the kind of rubbish just now.
"We need to find out what's going on with Lavry and the others. It's best if nothing goes wrong."
That is to say, at the moment when Malashenko began to try to contact Lavrinenko and Kulbalov, there was a completely different scene on the battlefield on the other side, with artillery fire raging.
call out--
Ding-ding——
crackling——
"No penetration! Continue! At two o'clock, the German Panther, fire and destroy it!"
Compared with the frontal battle that Malashenko had just completed, the battle on the left wing that Lavrinenko was responsible for was obviously more difficult.
It's not that the dense artillery fire coverage didn't hit the Germans near the rear sideline at all. The long-range intensive artillery fire that extended backwards rhythmically during the 50-minute bombardment did bring a lot of damage to the German troops in the rear. There were also considerable casualties, but they were far less severe than the damage suffered by the German troops on the front.
Shortly after the operation began, the three regiments led by Lavrinenko and one battalion of accompanying infantry units, supplemented by a small number of elite vanguard units of friendly infantry divisions, encountered a tenacious blockade by a German battle group composed of armored units and mechanized infantry.
This was not a pre-planned offensive and defensive battle, but a fierce encounter in which both warring parties were caught off guard by the other's appearance.
The German army, which had just experienced the baptism of crazy artillery fire and had not yet recovered, never expected that they would be so far behind the rear and encounter a crazy attack by the Russian heavy armored troops attacking from the side. It was completely a complete surprise. A state of being caught off guard and forced to fight.
At the same time, the German commander commanding this mechanized armored battle group also realized something.
I'm afraid this crazy shelling by the Russians is not that simple. Its real intention is most likely to attract our own attention and gain time. During this nearly hour-long shelling, we can detour the highly mobile armored troops back to our own side. The flanks and rear wings launched an assault.
Assuming that this hypothesis can be established, then since the Russians have invested their troops in roundabout operations all the way, it would be unreasonable and unreasonable to do nothing on the front.
The enemy's real intention has been very obvious: to cut off one's own retreat and turn the defense into an offensive, to turn the entire battle into a large-depth, high-mobility and circuitous encirclement and annihilation operation, and to completely eliminate all one's troops fighting in the area during the movement, at least It is to try to achieve this goal that sounds amazing.
"These Russian guys are crazy, they are serious! Our situation is very dangerous! Withstand their attack at all costs, we have to repel them here! Otherwise, we will not be the only ones who are finished, the other three divisions and the 505 The heavy armored battalion will be destroyed!"
