Chapter 2684 The annoying guys are here again

TOS-1 has finished its work, and it's time for the siege team to continue their performance.

The IS7 heavy tank, which had a malfunctioning main gun, was sent back on the road. The turret, which was originally lifeless and busy with repairs, also regained its vitality and began to rotate again, constantly looking for any high-threat, valuable targets and opportunities to fire.

However, this is not the point.

The key point is that Alsim and his two company officers have just emerged from under the tank. They are currently lying there behind the huge IS7 heavy tank. "Holy shit". What they see with the naked eye is real to the two of them. It was too shocking.

"How many rounds did that thing just fire?"

"I didn't count carefully, it might be three shots, it should be."

Alsim blinked after hearing this, feeling as if he was listening to some fairy tale.

But the reality seen with the naked eye told Alsim every moment how damn real all of this was.

"Damn it, you mean that thing destroyed the whole building with three shots? That's a four-story building! Not a fucking second-floor bungalow."

The broken building that housed the resurrection firepower point just now, Alsim can say with certainty that it is a complete four-story building, a brick-concrete structure, and judging from the shooting effect of the infantry fighting vehicle just now and the surface condition of the building, this much They were more or less reinforced by German engineers.

If nothing else, at least the main firing holes are covered with military-standard concrete. That's right, they are made of the same material as those steel-concrete fortresses built by the Germans on the beaches of Normandy. Their quality is unparalleled and they are absolutely resistant to beatings.

But now, the entire building, along with the concrete-reinforced shooting holes, had been reduced to rubble by a single shot. There are visible construction waste everywhere, piled up in random directions, like uncared for mass graves in the wilderness.

The entire building has completely ceased to exist, and its original four-story height is now reduced to one level of ruins.

No one knows how many people were alive in the building when it was still alive.

Maybe those living people include not only the stubborn Nazis, but also ordinary people living in Berlin, the elderly, women and children, and maybe babies a few months old.

But the TOS-1 gunner in charge of firing the gun will not care, nor will the TOS-1 commander who ordered the firing.

Don't say that Malashenko doesn't know about it yet, even if he knows about it, he still doesn't care.

People have to pay the price for their choices. Many times these costs are collateral damage, not just for themselves. And the time has come for Nazu to pay the price for what he has done.

As for collateral damage?

Sorry, that is not an issue that the leader and Malashenko should consider.

Which one of you loves the Holy Mother Bitch and who the Holy Mother Bitch is none of my business? As long as I sit in the position of division commander for one day, there is absolutely no way I can exchange the lives of my own soldiers for the lives of Germans. It doesn't matter whether the Germans are civilians or Nazis. If anyone is dissatisfied, then come and beat me up. The prerequisite is that you have this ability.

As a division commander, Malashenko shoulders many responsibilities that must be fulfilled, and never betraying the life-and-death trust of his comrades who put their lives in his hands is the most important one.

"Latest report from the front line, Comrade Division Commander, the two siege teams have met up with the Rocket Assault Battalion team that went to provide support, and have just conducted the first round of direct targeting support."

"Oh, really? What was the result of the blow? Was it effective?"

Malashenko, who was standing by the window with a telescope observing the battlefield situation, was in a good mood. He even turned around and spoke in a comfortable tone after hearing Kulbalov's report.

Of course, this also shows that the division commander is very concerned about the most devastating land warfare weapons under his command.

"The effect is very good, Comrade Division Commander. Both siege teams reported that they achieved destructive strike effects. They physically wiped out the buildings guarded by the enemy's stubborn firepower points in one go, which saved us a lot of attack time and eliminated many unnecessary tasks." The necessary casualties are as effective as you would expect.”

"But there is still a little problem."

"Small question?"

Seeing Kurbalov's change of subject, he hesitated to speak. His brows furrowed slightly and then relaxed, and then he opened his mouth to ask questions.

"There's nothing to be hesitant about, just say what you have to say and show your usual style."

"Yes, Comrade Commander. But why don't you take a look at this first? It was just delivered a few minutes ago."

""

The silent Malashenko thought that what was going on here might not be simple. Looking at what Kulbalov reached out and handed over, he felt something was wrong. But I couldn't tell what was wrong. It seemed that there was an ominous omen that always lingered in my mind and couldn't go away.

It is impossible to escape reality, and Malashenko is not a coward to this extent. No matter how ugly the written document is, he must read it.

However, Malashenko did not expect that the things recorded in writing were actually surprising to him, and he felt that the development of the situation was slightly unexpected.

"It's these stupid Western reporters again, and this time there are only Americans. What? Are the British afraid of death and dare not come?"

Malashenko's tone made him a little angry, but it was not serious.

As for why

Think about it, if you are sitting in the position of Lao Ma, you are busy commanding and leading troops to fight, while the front-line combat troops are also busy fighting bravely against the enemy and fighting the Germans. Both the front and the rear are extremely busy.

Then, suddenly someone tells you that a group of foreign media reporters will soon come to your department to conduct field interviews. You can only provide limited cooperation and agree to some interviews, but you have no right to refuse directly from the source. Anyway, it means that no matter how, even if it is just a formality, you have to deal with it like an errand to get it over with. .

The document was signed by the Army Headquarters, and the issuer was directly Chuikov himself.

Disobedience on the battlefield?

In order not to commit such a trivial matter, Malashenko is not so subjective, but he is not stupid either.

If you want to say that Chuikov deliberately stuffed this into his disgusting person, then it depends on Malashenko’s understanding of Chuikov, and the friendship between the two, although not a good one, is at least reasonable.

Malashenko felt that Chuikov was not the person to do such a thing, especially at this time.

After assuming this premise, the remaining possibilities are easy to guess.

The most likely possibility is that Chuikov also executed the order, and his superiors asked him to execute it at the group army level.

Chuikov glanced at the troops that were in place, deployed and still fighting, and found that the only one who met the conditions was the leader division. He had no choice but to pack up a bunch of Western reporters and throw them to Malashenko.

As for Chuikov’s superiors, who issued this document and asked for cooperation in its execution, then need we say more?

Malashenko, who had a wry smile on his face, knew it without even thinking.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Malashenko felt that this was just the military serving politics.