Chapter 469 Barrage comes again

After drinking a full bottle of water, he felt that his throat, which was about to smoke, was better. After hearing what Political Commissar Petrov said beside him, Malashenko had a face full of doubts.

"Full-line retreat? Wait, full-line retreat!? You said full-line retreat?"

Bewildered by Malashenko's repeated question three times in a row, Political Commissar Petrov nodded quietly after thinking for a while and felt that he had said nothing wrong.

"Yes, that's what the telegram said. All German troops on the 300-kilometer front line of the crescent-shaped encirclement of Moscow have been fully retreated. Is there any problem?"

After getting the exact answer he wanted from Political Commissar Petrov, Malashenko, who suddenly came to his senses, slapped his thigh hard.

"I've been fooled! Comrade Political Commissar! These Germans are going to run!"

Malashenko, who had never remembered the specific time when the German army was defeated in the Battle of Moscow, suddenly realized that December near the end of 1941 was the final time for the German army to retreat.

The Great German Infantry Regiment was trying its best to drive itself out of the position just now, not to hold the line, but to run away after resolving the battle in front of it!

Realizing that something bad had happened, Malashenko hurriedly struggled to move and staggered towards the forefront of the position, grabbing the binoculars hanging around his neck in his hand. Malashenko, who always felt that it might be too late, soon saw the most unwilling fact from his vision.

"Fuck you! Fuck you, just run!"

The German position, which was still firing guns and cannons just now, was now busy and busy like a festival.

The German soldiers carrying things on their shoulders tried their best to take away everything they could. Some artillery that was damaged in the bombardment and could not be taken away was surrounded by many German soldiers who were busy, and it seemed that they were preparing to stuff a few grenades or explosive packs to completely destroy it.

Holding the telescope in his hand, he trembled constantly, feeling as if he had been badly cheated. Infuriated, Malashenko drew out the Tokarev TT33 pistol from his waist and pointed it at the sky regardless of his physical fatigue.

Bang——

The sound of gunfire is the best order for soldiers, nothing else.

The Red Army soldiers who were half leaning against the trenches to rest immediately struggled to get up after hearing the sound of a gunshot. Their faces, darkened by the smoke of the war, all focused their eyes on Malashenko. After raising his hand and firing a shot, Malashenko put the pistol back into the holster on his waist and immediately shouted at the top of his voice.

"Comrades! Those Germans are going to run, we have to see them off! We can't let them go so easily, these Germans have to pay a price! Get ready for battle!"

The battle-hardened bodies who were originally exhausted immediately became energetic when they heard that the German opponents were going to run away. The Red Army soldiers, who were rejuvenated as if they had been injected with chicken blood, immediately began to pack their luggage and prepare for battle.

The battle has come to this point. The Germans who killed so many of their own comrades and comrades actually want to run away. How can you get what you want so easily? !

The troops that had just suffered a heavy defeat gathered together at a speed visible to the naked eye. Malashenko, who had lost 14 tanks after the previous battle, did not hesitate at all. As long as he could keep these Germans, it would be worth losing another 30 or 40 tanks in Malashenko's opinion.

"Iushkin, Seryosha, get in the car! Start the tanks and get ready to go. I'll continue. Nikolai, you load the shells first. I can't hold on any longer."

Originally, he was going to pretend to be strong but was forcibly stopped by his own body. He felt that his whole body was no different from falling apart. He asked himself if he really couldn't continue to load the shells, so he had to let the electromechanical worker Nikolai do it again.

Witnessing the embarrassing scene of Malashenko panting, Political Commissar Petrov sighed and persuaded him again.

"Last time when Kirill was injured, I advised you to find a temporary loader to replace him. How is it now? How does it feel to be a loader yourself?"

The rather sarcastic words made Malashenko blush, who had half of his body on the turret. His pretense at the beginning has now become the worst problem.

"Nothing, isn't it just a loader? Just a good exercise. It's a bit cold if you don't move in the tank all the time."

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Speechless about Malashenko's pretense, Political Commissar Petrov sighed again and spoke quietly to Malashenko, who had already entered the turret with only his head exposed.

"Don't chase the Germans too hard. If you can't defeat them, just retreat. We have achieved our strategic goal of defending Moscow. Do you understand what I mean?"

Although it was a bit strange for the regiment commander to be given military orders by his partner, the political commissar, Malashenko, who regarded Political Commissar Petrov as his closest person, did not feel awkward at all. He nodded slightly and blurted out the words.

"Don't worry, Comrade Political Commissar, I know what to do!"

Malashenko, who noticed the opponent's intention and immediately chased after him, took action, while Colonel Honin, who had just started to retreat and had not run two steps, frowned again.

"Do these Russians really think that we can't do anything to them if we retreat?"

Colonel Huoning, who was almost gnashing his teeth, was naturally not a person who was carried away by anger. Regarding his upcoming retreat plan, Colonel Huoning, who had already prepared an emergency plan in his mind, naturally had corresponding back-up preparations.

"Inform Cross and tell them to prepare for action according to the original plan! Don't leave any extra artillery shells. Use all the artillery to fire with maximum firepower to stop the Russians and kill them as much as possible. Remember! You have to wait for my order before allowing it. fire!"

Colonel Horning, who was prepared with both hands, had already made preparations for the worst-case scenario in case his side was pursued by the Soviet army. The temporarily strengthened two fully loaded artillery battalions were Colonel Horning's last trump card to secure his retreat.

Once the Soviet pursuit troops intend to rush up again and entangle themselves to block their retreat, Colonel Horning, who has determined the coordinates of the artillery attack, will immediately order the artillery to fire to initiate barrage coverage.

Colonel Horning, who did not expect to be able to turn defeat into victory with two artillery battalions, only wanted to use this to cause some trouble for the Soviet army to delay the retreat and reserve a way out for his own retreat. If he could wave the Soviet attack away while causing maximum casualties, A first repulse would be even better, at least that's what Colonel Horning was praying for at this moment.