Chapter 2460

There is no doubt that the numerous German fortifications will become the top problem for the leading division in the next battle.

But this can only be regarded as a difficulty at best, a difficulty in attacking rather than a reason not to attack.

Difficulties are before people, and they also need to be overcome.

There is no turning back when the bow is drawn. The powerful and heavy iron fist of the leader has been swung out with all his strength. There is absolutely no reason to take back the fist until it is absolutely necessary, not to mention that the real situation does not allow Malashenko to do this. .

"Malashenko, when can you take the Zero Heights? Don't blame me for calling you to urge you, because Comrade Stalin is also urging me. Maybe Chuikov can't explain the truth to you, but I think I should be able to, Do you understand what I mean now? I want you to give me an accurate answer."

Zhukov's tone on the other end of the phone sounded ordinary, not harsh or reprimanding, but Malashenko could tell that he was not joking with you at all.

When the name "Stalin" popped out of Zhukov's mouth, Malashenko knew that there was nothing simple about it. This was not a name that could be used casually to his subordinates, and it was even more important to Malashenko. The leader of this division has an extraordinary meaning.

Although the establishment of a military order is full of difficulties and uncertainties, Malashenko, who is in the middle of the night, does not know what he will encounter in tomorrow's battle. He rashly establishes a military order when he knows that the enemy is very strong and difficult to deal with. It seems that It doesn't seem like something a smart person should do.

But Malashenko has no choice now. He knows that Zhukov needs this, even if it is just a simple sentence.

In other words, a kind old man far away in Moscow should need this more than Zhukov.

The red arrow with his name on it at the forefront of the Red Army's full-line assault was undoubtedly the object of his greatest concern, whether it was at the strategic or tactical level.

The former represents the overall attack progress of the Red Army, while the latter represents the absolute manifestation of his personal will on the battlefield. No leader would turn a blind eye to the unit named after him, even if he is as powerful and selfless as his loving father Stalin. are no exception.

"I assure you, Comrade Commander, I swear on the honor of the leadership division and myself. Tomorrow we must completely annihilate the last German group on the high ground that is stubbornly resisting. This must and will be completed soon. From the gate of Moscow When I came to Stalingrad, I never let you down or broke my promise, and it will be the same this time.”

""

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, but to Malashenko, who was holding the phone tightly and breathing slightly, it seemed like a century had passed without a reply.

"Very well, I believe in you, Malashenko, as always."

Finally, a reply came from the other end of the phone. The firm tone was like that of the person with this name. Everywhere he went, he showed victory and could bring strength and hope to people, including the horse on the other end of the phone. Rashenko.

"Capture the Zero Highlands and end the battle as the main force. I will personally report to Comrade Stalin to ask for your credit!"

"The motherland is waiting for her most capable sons and daughters to return the news of victory. Don't let her down. This is the final battle that determines the fate of all mankind, and you are now standing at the crossroads of destiny, Mara. Shenke. Lead the soldiers of the leadership division forward bravely, I believe you can do it! I and the entire front army headquarters will fully support your actions and win for the motherland!"

There were many exciting moments, and Malashenko had experienced them so many times that he even thought he was about to become numb to the feeling that he should have enjoyed.

But at this moment, the clear feeling that came from all over the body was like an electric current passing through the brain. It clearly told Malashenko that the fact was definitely not the case. It was just as exciting as the Moscow city in the ice, snow and cold wind in 1941. The words in a slightly trembling voice came out immediately without thinking.

"Yes, Comrade Commander! I promise to complete the mission! I will use steel tracks to pin those Fascist demons to death in this land where the flowers of evil bloom!"

"The land where the flowers of evil bloom?"

The person on the other end who was about to hang up the phone suddenly stopped the movement of his hand and asked a question. Those words with a hint of reminiscence and chuckle came after a moment.

"It's a good description. It is indeed the case in this land polluted by fascism. Chuikov told me that you have great insights into the philosophy of war. It seems that what he said is true. Maybe you can write it after the war is over. To write a book, I can write a preface for you and attach it to the front page of the book.”

"ha"

When the pleasure that soothed the tension and excitement came along the phone line, Malashenko just smiled casually.

"I will seriously consider it, Comrade Commander, but now is the time for me to create content material for my book. It will never be a bad feeling to write the story of killing these fascist demons between the lines. I am convinced of this. No doubt."

""

"Then just do it, Malashenko, I believe you also believe in the leader, you will definitely be able to do it."

"Thank you again, Comrade Commander, you will definitely live up to the great trust."

The memory of last night, which was not too long ago, is so clear that even now it is still clearly imprinted in Malashenko’s mind. All the pictures and dialogues are kept in mind. Not bad, and this is also the original motivation for Malashenko to accomplish something.

"Come on, fascist bastards! Let me see whether your Tianling Gai is enough, or whether my mace is strong enough!"

boom--

The huge sound of artillery exploded like thunder rolling to the ground. Along with it, the German bunker was also turned into countless fragments in the explosion. Almost at the same time, it was completely lifted into the air.

"Load high-explosive bombs, continue! The driver starts the car and moves forward! Don't care about the harassment of the Germans, comrades need our support, move forward!"

The staggered layout of local fortifications cannot prevent the ISU-152A from using its 152 Justice cannon to approach and shoot directly.

The heavy protection was so thick that it even surpassed the main armor belt defense on the front of the IS6. It was so powerful that it almost made the German soldiers on the opposite side despair of their repeated useless efforts.

Anti-tank guns, Panzerfausts, tank killers, and the latest anti-tank missiles

The desperate German infantry exhausted almost all the weapons they could use, and could no longer find any more effective anti-tank weapons to increase their firepower.

But those armored behemoths that stepped on the accelerator and roared out from the smoke, dust and fire. They were taller and more powerful than the IS6, but they continued to move forward without being affected at all, and continued to use their calibers so big that they could make people burst into tears. The black hole muzzle pointed at the target.