Chapter 2403 Annihilation of Dust

Among the widely circulated rumors, the leader is an elite group that pursues honor extremely, has a strong competitiveness, desire for survival, and strong cohesion.

Being able to join such an elite group requires strong personal ability, good obedience, and excellent military qualities. It is impossible to lack any of the three. If you have heard about the composition of the leader's division, you will understand what this means. Not empty.

As long as conditions permit, the sources of supplementary troops for the leader division are generally the drawing of experienced combat troops and the selection of the best recruits. The two are combined into one, and then the specific troops to be supplemented for the leader division are decided based on actual needs. The troops must be approved by Malashenko and signed in person before they can be implemented.

The usual cram-filling of large numbers of new recruits for the Red Army's field divisions does not apply to the leading divisions, as has always been the case.

Although some people have criticized this, such as "Why should the soldiers trained by our division be given to Malashenko?", or "Why don't those top soldiers even choose Malashenko, just one?" Give all the land to their leader? This is unfair!”

But these remarks often end with: "If your division can fight like the leader's division and have such a record, you can also enjoy such treatment. Otherwise, please stop criticizing the tank hero of the motherland and the recipient of two Hero of the Soviet Union awards." Comrade Malashenko, the outstanding tank general and supreme leader who was personally praised by Marshal Zhukov, personally reviewed it and asked Comrade Malashenko to distribute the materials for the entire army to learn from. "As a conclusion, he was speechless on the spot. Can't tell.

Such remarks are usually conveyed by the political commissars of higher-level units. Unluckily, they are conveyed by senior generals who have had tacit cooperation and fighting experience with Malashenko, such as Chuikov, Luo Chai, Vatutin, and even It was Comrade Lao Zhu and others who "taught" on their behalf.

If you can do it, do it; if you can't, just hold back.

Orders are orders, and orders require executors, not questioners or those who refuse to execute them. If you don't even understand this, don't mess around. The military has been the most obedient group since ancient times.

Most of the supplementary veterans drawn from other fraternal units will be filled into the positions of various grassroots commanders based on their previous qualifications and personal abilities after a round of assessment. Sometimes you are the squad deputy, sometimes you are the squad leader, and sometimes you are the platoon leader or even the company commander. It depends on your personal abilities and military qualifications.

In a few cases, those outstanding veterans who were originally golden but did not get a chance to shine, or who were led to wear small shoes due to some inconsistent reasons, can also get the opportunity to be promoted, just like Varosha was promoted by Malashenko. It was the same as when I was brought out from Stalingrad and given the gift of knowledge.

Those outstanding recruits will serve as the most basic part of the destructive ax of the leadership division and be enriched into various grassroots units that have suffered battle losses to make up for the losses. In more than 98% of cases, these rookies, who are arrogant and even self-righteous because of their excellent results in the recruit camp, will be trained like chickens in the first week after coming to the leadership division.

Because you can always find at least 5 or more people in your class who are much better than you, and it is not impossible that you are the worst in the class. For example, this new recruit, who was holding the butt of his gun and vomiting incessantly, belonged to the latter group. He came to replace a veteran who had served for more than a year and died in a certain raid.

Now, the old squad leader's thunderous words echoed in his ears, reaching his ears and shocking his heart. The rookie, whose mind went blank for a moment, just raised his hand to wipe the vomit from the corners of his mouth, and wiped the vomit from his throat. The unfinished stuff that was stuck in his mouth was swallowed hard. He would never spit it out again in this place, so he straightened up his body and grasped the steel gun again.

"I'm fine and can continue fighting, comrade squad leader."

"Lying will cost you your life, are you sure?"

The rookie, whose eyes had become determined, didn't talk nonsense and just responded with a simple word.

"Why bother asking?"

"very good."

This time, it was the old squad leader who repeated the words he had just used to answer, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"Stay alive and become a member of the leadership division. You are still half-foot outside the threshold, move forward!"

"No problem, comrade squad leader!"

The rear troops following the impact troops were following up, ready to support at any time, and at the front of the battle line, where artillery shells and bullets flew together, heat waves and explosions danced together, what remained in this scorched earth The last trace of black filth on the body is about to be completely purified.

"High-explosive reload, target Kraut's machine gun! One o'clock!"

"Loading complete!"

"put!"

boom--

It seems a waste to use 122 grenades to send Fascists to Elysium, but Malashenko said in the past, "As long as you are sure that this shell can save the life of at least one comrade, then fire, anytime." This is a life-saving artillery shell that adheres to the teachings of comrade division commander, but it is not the life of those naughty dogs.

Boom——

The huge explosion rolled up large pieces of earth, flesh and blood into the air together with the remains of firearms and fragments, filled with fire, flames and high temperatures. A strong wind suddenly blew past and turned into a powerful bloody wind, which fell straight down from mid-air and fell to the ground.

There were no survivors to speak of. A machine gunner and assistant shooter, together with several riflemen and submachine gunners beside him, were even far apart and had enough time and distance to avoid the suddenly thrown grenades.

Just like that, he was killed in the trench by a 122mm high-explosive grenade that was even more unreasonable.

Along with the trench, it was completely buried by the grenades that exploded after being driven into the trench.

"Go forward! Destroy the fascists, for the motherland! Ula!!!"

Ula was only used to boost morale. Nowadays, the leader rarely launches group-scale flesh-and-blood charges. Of course there was a charge of the Steel Group, but it was the hurrah echoing in the radio channel instead of in the air.

Da da da da——

Boom—Boom—

Roaring, he summoned up the courage to carry the Mauser rifle with the bayonet, and rushed forward to stab him. However, he never expected that the "armored man" in front of him ducked sideways, easily dodged, and grabbed it with his backhand. He took off the gun head hanging from the bayonet handle. For a moment, he could not send it out or pull it out, and he was unable to advance or retreat. The force exerted by both hands was still not as powerful as the single hand of the Slavic man in front of him. It was simply terrifying.

He opened his mouth wide and roared, trying to use all his strength to make a change, but he never thought that a huge black ball would seize the opportunity and be backhanded into his mouth.

"Fuck you! Go eat shit!"

He took off his hand and stuffed it hard, then raised his legs and kicked his chest fiercely, directly kicking the German stick with the ball in his mouth back into the trench he had just jumped out of.

Boom——

There was an explosion instantly, and the mud-like red and white thing and the deflated, smoking helmet flew into the air.

The last scene that left Alsim with a sinister look on his face was the infinite despair in the eyes of the German soldier as he watched a grenade stuffed into his mouth, but was unable to do anything and was kicked into the air. This was indeed true. Well worth remembering.

"Silly Fasis, you are worse than a dog! Bah!"