Chapter 879 Death-hungry

The road to Karachi is not very difficult. The IS1 heavy tanks equipped with winter tracks can completely walk on the snow and ice, and the roads along the way are not too rugged and bumpy. The river was blocked by ice. Although the tank was a little bumpy along the way, it didn't encounter any major problems.

Having to rely on the light source inside the car and the extremely weak moonlight to move forward in the dark, Malashenko, who did not even dare to turn on the headlights, was extremely careful along the way for fear of a tank accident.

While walking on the dark cross-country road, the front was suddenly illuminated by the moonlight above him. The visibility suddenly improved a lot. Seryosha looked up at the sky above his head, and then looked at Malashen in a somewhat surprised tone. Ke opened his mouth to report.

"Comrade Commander, the moon is out."

"Um?"

With a slightly surprised expression on his face, Malashenko raised his hand and opened the turret hatch above his head, stretched his upper body outwards and looked up at the sky above his head. On the empty snowfield, he could still only see a vast white world. . The cold moonlight illuminated the entire frozen snowfield pure white and translucent, and even the air in the night wind seemed to be colder.

"It just so happens that the moon is out at this time, so we can't hold on any longer."

Malashenko, who complained softly in response, closed the turret hatch and retracted it again.

It can be seen that Malashenko is not in a good mood at this moment because of the sudden appearance of the moon above his head.

"The situation is not good. The moon is out and our plans may have to change a little."

Before he finished speaking, Malashenko grabbed the microphone next to him and pressed the call button, then blurted out the words without any hesitation.

"The entire brigade has stopped advancing and is on standby. Lavrinenko comes to my side for a moment. I'll see you if I have anything to do."

The Snowy Iron Dragon, which was ordered by Malashenko to stop advancing, quieted down and stopped roaring.

Some of the tank crews of each crew got out of the vehicle to take a breath of fresh air, and some stepped out of the tank to pee outside. Lavrinenko, who received the call, discussed the next action strategy with Malashenko.

"What do you mean, the large army is waiting two kilometers away, and you lead a small group of troops to go up and capture the German bridgehead first? Are you crazy? Do you know what it means if this fails?"

Compared with Lavrinenko's anxious expression, Malashenko's calm look seemed much less important.

"The whole brigade will definitely be alerted if they drive over such a big movement. Those Germans may be frightened by our strategic counterattack now. The slightest disturbance can make them nervous. The consequence of being nervous is that the bridge will be blown up with a shaking of their hands. , then we will not be able to complete the task and it will be in vain.

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Lavrinenko couldn't figure out how to reply to Malashenko for a while. The brigade commander who was pursuing the victory was still minding his own business, pointing at the map and talking endlessly.

"The mobilization of hundreds of tanks is not a trivial matter. As long as the German leader guarding the bridgehead is not a fool, he will definitely be able to detect something is wrong. It is impossible for him to not receive the news in advance for such a large troop mobilization. Once the Don River Bridge is bombed But it’s all over.”

"I brought a few tanks to pretend to be defeated German troops and brought some infantry to pretend to be beaten badly and only have one breath left. If I acted a little more realistically, I could at least make those Germans I dare not make the decision to blow up the bridge on the spot.”

"As long as our tanks cross the bridge, even if there are only two or three of them, we will be absolutely sure to drive away the Germans from the bridgehead on the other side in the dark. We can reach a distance of two kilometers with just one step of the accelerator, and the sound of gunfire from my side Just bring people over here immediately. The distance of two kilometers and the sound of wind are enough to cover the ears of the Germans. The moonlight is not bright enough to be the same as during the day. The Germans cannot detect the existence of the large army. This is the only way to do it now. ”

Malashenko's plan was so crazy that even Lavrinenko, who was used to accompanying Malashenko crazy, couldn't help but frown. This was simply a joke with his own life!

"If you have a better plan, I'm all ears. Otherwise, I'll carry out the order. What do you think?"

Looking at Malashenko's serious face, he kept trembling his eyebrows and wanted to say something, but after squirming his lips for a long time, Lavrinenko was still speechless. In the end, Lavrinenko had no choice but to say something like a deflated rubber ball. Malashenko nodded in resignation.

"You are simply a lunatic! You have to drag me along to go crazy with you. Comrade Political Commissar will definitely stop you if he knows about this!"

"So, for the sake of victory, don't let Comrade Political Commissar know about it for now. You know, I know, that's enough, start taking action now."

Nights of more than 30 degrees below zero are enough to freeze any German to death.

Duke, who had no idea why the Russian winter was so cold, was huddled in the machine gun bunker of the bridgehead. He was still rubbing his hands together through his thick winter gloves in an attempt to increase the temperature. He held the Mauser in his arms. The 98K rifle is like a cold steel rod.

Duke swore that if he licked it with his tongue now, he would be able to stick it to his precious little tongue and then pull it off.

"Damn it, why is it so cold!? It's unbearable, God."

The veteran who was sitting next to Duke and was responsible for operating the machine gun seemed to be more resistant to freezing. Although he was shaking a little, at least he was not rubbing his hands. He just curled up and tried to ensure that the body temperature was not lost to the outside.

"Hey, Fritz, are Russian winters always this cold? Was this the same situation you had now in Russia last winter?"

Duke's non-stop mouth made the veteran feel a little disgusted. Even talking in this damn weather would waste body heat is not something to brag about casually. But perhaps the veteran who felt really bored finally slowly spoke to Duke.

"You should be lucky that you spent Christmas with your mother last winter. It was hell in Moscow last winter! People who were frozen to death were like glass products that could be smashed with a hammer and transported. Parts such as hands and feet may also be cut off when the corpse is removed. This winter has been much warmer. "

"Warm? God, you told me it was warm? Did I hear you right?"

Duke, with a look of disbelief on his face, asked spontaneously. Just as he was about to say something more, he heard the biting wind behind him suddenly grow roaring, and a beam of headlights that could only be seen as two eyes was directed at the bridgehead. come over.

"Vehicles are approaching, everyone is on alert!"