Chapter 203 Above the Pier

After hearing this absolutely good news from his deputy, he did not show much surprise or excitement. Malashenko, who was suppressed by a dark cloud in his heart, really couldn't lift his spirits under such circumstances. He smiled at his old classmate and deputy.

"Get ready, Lavry. The front army headquarters has just issued a combat order to our battalion. The defense line in the direction of Schlusselburg is about to be broken through by the Germans. Our task is to go there to block the opening and then put those Damn the Germans buried in the ground to break up the offensive.”

"The Germans have invested two fully formed infantry divisions and no less than one armored brigade of tanks in that area, and they also have air support from the sky. This is a very tough battle for us, so be mentally prepared. ”

Hearing the bad news from Malashenko's mouth, Lavrinenko's face instantly became a little ugly. Although Lavrinenko did not have the intention to retreat or become timid, some necessary questions still lingered in his mind. The mind needs to be untied.

"What about us? Those damn Fascists have aircraft support, what do we have? Malashenko. It won't be just us tanks and infantry fighting alone on the ground, right?"

Continuing to keep moving forward in a hurry without any intention of stopping, Malashenko, who had learned some basic information from Zhukov before leaving the front army headquarters, immediately moved towards the man who was walking with him and waiting for the answer. Lavrinenko spoke again.

"A squadron of the Baltic Fleet has passed through the main city of Leningrad and sailed into the Neva River, preparing to head to the coast of Schlusselburg to provide us with naval gun support."

"The flagship of the squadron is a light cruiser with 4 destroyers under its command. The specific model is unknown, but those naval guns are much more powerful than ordinary land artillery. In addition, the shore-based aviation of the Baltic Fleet will also be dispatched to provide We provide support, but we can only guarantee regional air supremacy to a limited extent and interfere with the ground attacks of the German aircraft. As for using air strikes to deal with the German ground troops, don’t expect it.”

Lavrinenko, who got a pretty good answer from Malashenko, was not satisfied, and a barrage of questions followed him again.

"How is the cooperation and support of the ground forces? Shouldn't it be just us and the Schlusselburg garrison to resist those Germans?"

He walked to his car that had been dragged out of the crater and stopped. With his hands on his hips, Malashenko looked around at the repair situation on the outside of his car and then answered to himself without looking back. road.

"The garrison troops in the Schlusselburg defense area are the 21st Infantry Division of the Ministry of Internal Affairs' Border Defense. I don't need to tell you that the combat effectiveness of these guys is much tougher than our ordinary infantry divisions."

"In addition, the Front Army Headquarters has sent another reserve team to go ahead, which is a fully equipped infantry division. Added together, we have a total of two infantry divisions plus an independent heavy tank breakthrough battalion. Although the organization is not as complete as It’s still a little worse than those German guys, but it’s basically on par, and overall it’s pretty good.”

After hearing that his own defensive counterattack strength was almost the same as that of the German army, Lavrinenko, who felt a big stone in his heart, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then what to do next? Do you want to leave immediately?"

After hearing this, he immediately leaned down and took the sledgehammer from the maintenance company soldier next to him, and used normal force to swing the newly replaced right front guide wheel of his car twice. Malashenko looked at the motionless guide wheel in front of him and made a dull and reliable sound. After confirming that it was correct, he immediately returned the sledgehammer in his hand to the maintenance company soldiers on the side.

"Assemble all the tanks that can be driven and set off immediately! The logistics and maintenance troops will follow immediately after the broken down tanks are repaired. Leave these matters to Karamov. You and I will lead the team out immediately, and when we reach the front line, we will take down those Germans Smash his head and then step on the smoking corpse of the Kraut to smoke. This is the battle plan.”

Looking at Malashenko, who had a calm face in front of him, as if he didn't pay attention to the German army at all, Lavrinenko, who was familiar with his old classmate's steady but wild and unruly character, immediately said He showed a very silly and hearty smile.

"I like this battle plan, this is your style, old classmate!"

Seeing that Lavrinenko stretched out his hand and handed it to the generous hand that was waiting in the air in front of him, Malashenko, who also responded with a smile that did not care about life and death, then waved his right arm and held it tightly. Holding it in mid-air is full of strength.

"Have you changed since you graduated from Ulyanovsk? The answer is that neither you nor I have changed. We are still the same people we were when we taught the Poles a lesson!"

The force that belongs directly between men is transmitted between the palms of the hands, and Lavrinenko's heart is boiling like a boiling pot, and his heart is surging while recalling the past.

"Let us teach those Germans a lesson together! Let these Fascists know whose land they are standing on now!"

The high-spirited words were filled with passionate and passionate tones and echoed in the nearby sky. I don't know when the tank soldiers had stopped their work and looked at the two top officers. They were almost At the same time, a burst of shouts that could break the sky broke out.

"Ula!"

"Teach these Krauts a lesson, comrades!"

"Let them know who the tank elite is!"

"We are the cavalry on the steppes! Trample the corpses of those Germans under our iron hoofs! Comrades!"

The passionate shouts filled with fanatical morale swept across the ruins of the dock like wildfire in the autumn wind.

One spreads to ten, ten spreads to a hundred, a hundred spreads to a thousand, a thousand spreads to thousands

When the shouting and shouting reached its climax, even the ordinary dock workers who didn't even know the reason for the fanatical cheering were infected by the impassioned atmosphere and raised their hands in a cheer. .

"Defend the Soviets! Defend Leningrad! Defend Comrade Stalin! Victory will belong to us, Ulla!"

After releasing his right hands held in mid-air, he and Lavrinenko beside him turned their eyes to the Red Army political commissar who was standing on a pile of wooden boxes, picking up a tin trumpet and shouting slogans to the crowd, and his heart was filled with passion and excitement. Lavrinenko, who had long forgotten his fear of death, was the first to ask.

"We're going to win, right? Even if it's for them."

With a calm smile on his face, he can still understand the deep meaning of his deputy and old classmate's words. Malashenko, who is also passionate in his heart and has completely devoted himself to this red wave, is also determined. Nod quietly.

"Not only will we win, but we will write victory with the blood of those Germans! Sooner or later, everything they did to us will be paid back on their own heads!"

"Victory will eventually belong to us, to the entire Red Army!"