Chapter 564 A group of militiamen

Compared with other German field armies, the boasts coming from Hitler were not completely unreasonable.

To be precise, the Sixth Army of the German Wehrmacht is indeed worthy of the nickname "attacking the sky". The only problem is that good horses often need to be equipped with a good saddle to exert their strongest combat power, but Paulus, as the commander of the Sixth Army, is obviously far from this "good saddle".

Paulus, a Hessian. He is humble and conscientious, and is a typical staff officer of the German Wehrmacht.

But an obvious problem is that although Paulus can do his job as a staff consultant to perfection, he is not a suitable commander.

Numerous declassified materials from later generations have proven Paulus's indecisiveness and over-cautiousness. As the highest military commander of the army, Paulus lacked the courage and heroic character to stand alone, and he was directly parachuted after being selected by Hitler. The senior general who arrived at the front line of the troops was, to put it bluntly, a "Zhao Kuo" with little command experience.

"It is better to say that Paulus was passive than calm. As long as Hitler ordered him to advance 30 kilometers, he would never advance one meter more or take half a step less, because he did not have the courage, not because of loyalty. Only when he feels that his life is threatened can he break this law."

Chief of the German General Staff Halder's evaluation of Paulus may be mixed with some personal emotions, but there is no doubt that Paulus is at least 80% similar to the person Halder described. This is why Hitler The reason why a person with little command experience is so reused to command the most elite group army.

Rather than a ferocious but disobedient wolf, Hitler wanted a dog that would obey him even more, even if the dog's obedience to him was out of fear or something else. It doesn't matter anymore.

In later generations, he had read in detail all the personal information on Paulus that could be found in the archives of Moscow State University. Malashenko was very convinced that his opponents might not be as good as him in terms of courage and perseverance. To put it bluntly, it was the man who deserved it. At that time, she was like a bitch who was even weaker than Cai Xukun and had trouble playing basketball.

But no matter how much you look down on Paulus, you still can't help the fact that he has the strongest field army in his hands. With Malashenko's shabby tank regiment that was exhausted and lost nearly half of it all the way, the big waves hit the beach and heard a Hibiki may be the best outcome for Malashenko.

The small amount of troops he has on hand cannot stop Paulus's Sixth Army no matter what. The arrival of the forward reconnaissance force means that the subsequent Sixth Army units will only be separated by twenty or thirty kilometers at most. Malashenko must Quickly think of a way to call some reinforcements to have any hope of survival.

Thinking of this, Malashenko, who was determined to do everything possible to get reinforcements, turned back.

"Is this all in the telegram? Are there no other supporting troops on the way? How can half a regiment defend such a shabby little village!?"

No one questioned whether the words Malashenko said had shaken the morale and morale of the military. Political Commissar Petrov knew very well that Malashenko was just telling the truth without any exaggeration.

"There are currently no support troops that can help us, but another telegram said that as long as we can hold the village for 24 hours, we can retreat after completing the mission. The plan of the front army headquarters is to buy some time for the retreating friendly forces on our flanks. "

To gain time? Grass!

When Malashenko heard this, he felt a little angry. He bought time for others but put himself in it. If this matter really ended in such a bloody ending, Malashenko would have died. Even the restless village is unwilling to give in!

Malashenko, who got a bad answer from Commissar Petrov, no longer expects any reinforcements. All the defeated troops around him are busy running away. What if someone really comes to support him at this time? Calling his mother weird.

"Prepare the troops, Lavri, Comrade Political Commissar, we are about to fight a fierce battle!"

After Malashenko gave the order, he was busy directing the troops to dig trenches and set up defenses around the village. The food, medicine and oil supplies promised by Comrade Lao Tie began to arrive one after another.

To Malashenko's surprise and surprise, the troops who came to deliver food to him were a mobilized militia from Stalingrad. The Red Army lieutenant who led this troop immediately asked Malashenko to After fighting the Germans, he immediately volunteered to Malashenko to apply to stay with him to fight against the evil Fascist invaders.

Looking at the young lieutenant in front of him named Vasily, who has the same name as the legendary sniper, Malashenko, who was both emotional and a little surprised, couldn't help but slowly asked.

"Lieutenant Vasily, are you sure you want to stay and fight with us against the Fascist invaders? Those Germans are the elite of the Fascist army. Maybe many people will die in this village."

Although he said it tactfully, Malashenko was really worried about the combat effectiveness of the two hundred militiamen led by Lieutenant Vasily. These farmers and workers who had just put down their hoes and tools had only had guns for a few days. If they really wanted to fight, it would be difficult to prevent the front from collapsing in the face of a unit like the Sixth Army. The number of people alone would not be enough. It's half effective.

To Malashenko's surprise, Lieutenant Vasily's immediate answer was not only confident, but the momentum in his words was more like a Red Army field force than an ordinary militia.

"Reporting to Comrade Malashenko, all of us are ready to die heroically for the motherland. What is missing is the opportunity to realize this ideal! What your regular troops can do, our militia can also do. Please do not underestimate us in fighting Fascism. The courage of the Sri Lankan invaders!”

He was a little surprised and surprised by Lieutenant Vasily's loud answer. He turned his head and glanced at the militiamen behind Lieutenant Vasily.

Malashenko found that although the equipment of these farmers and workers was very poor, they all had polished Mosin Nagant rifles, not a Bobosha submachine gun or machine gun, not even the grenades in their belts. I saw a few, but at least there was no problem with the momentum of these old and young faces. They all looked like qualified recruits with firm eyes.

"Okay, Lieutenant Vasily, you can stay, but the guns in your hands must be put somewhere else first."