Chapter 9 The future is dim

In the tent of the field division headquarters of the 20th Tank Division, Commander Chernyaev, who had already asked Lin Jie for a long time, finally cleared up all the remaining doubts in his mind.

"So, you alone held the triple duties of commander, gunner, and loader in the battle, and led the surviving electromechanical personnel and driver of your crew to win the battle?"

Facing the acting teacher's question, Lin Jie, who was not afraid of the slanting shadow, immediately straightened his back.

"Yes, Comrade Division Commander. After Commander Brasovsky died, I took over his position and continued to fight. Those German thin-skinned tanks are not worth mentioning in front of our T34 tanks. These crispy The will of the elements is as fragile as their tanks, and the iron fist of the Red Army tanks will teach them what true armored warfare is!"

After hearing Lin Jie's impassioned speech, even a Red Army division-level commander like Chernyaev could not help but look at each other with Lieutenant Colonel Petrov in surprise and then smiled faintly.

"Lieutenant Malashenko, if all the grassroots commanders and soldiers of the Red Army could have your revolutionary optimism and tenacious fighting spirit, then I think even crossing the Dnieper River would be just a fantasy on paper for these crispy elements. "

After hearing the impassioned and impassioned speech from Division Commander Chernyaev, Lin Jie, who curled his lips, finally raised his hand and gave a military salute to the division commander in front of him.

"Comrade Commander, I firmly believe that our invincible Red Army will win the final victory under the leadership of the great leader Comrade Stalin, and drive these damn crispy invaders and their lackeys completely out of our motherland! I We firmly believe in this and are always ready to fight to defend our motherland.”

Despite what he said, Lin Jie, as a later time traveler, was very familiar with the direction of the Soviet-German war in 1941.

It won't be long before the leading German armored forces led by the legendary German general Guderian will use a swift and fierce blitzkrieg offensive to completely defeat the Soviet troops facing the enemy, and quickly cross the Dnieper River to open an offensive path for the subsequent large German forces. .

By then, the German Army Group Center led by Marshal Bock will gradually arrive and cross the Dnieper River, and then approach Moscow, the heart of the Soviet capital.

The Soviet army, which was at a huge strategic disadvantage throughout 1941, would no longer have any natural dangers to defend on the road from the German Army Group Center to Moscow. What awaited the Soviet Red Army would be an arduous battle to defend the capital Moscow.

Thinking of the cruel fact that the Soviet Red Army suffered defeats and lost millions of troops throughout 1941, Lin Jie, who could not tell the two direct leaders in front of him that the German army would soon cross the Dnieper River and prepare to take Moscow directly, couldn't help but feel guilty. I was worried about my fate.

"Damn it, I must find a way to survive 1941. At least I can't let myself, a hundred pounds, be left in this hellish place without any explanation!"

While Lin Jie was silently thinking about how he could get through the most difficult year of 1941, he was undoubtedly optimistic about the entire war to defend the motherland, and did not realize that the German three-way army group offensive had unprecedented advantages. After thinking for a moment, Ernyayev spoke to Lin Jie, who was still deep in thought.

"Okay, Comrade Malashenko. I now officially announce and inform you that your military rank will be promoted to captain from now on, and you will succeed the deceased Captain Brasovsky as the commander of your first tank company. ”

"In addition, Commissar Petrov and I both attach great importance to your record. After sorting it out, we will send your battle report to the headquarters of our Ninth Army. If nothing else, I think General Rokossovsky is here I will be very happy after reading your battle report. Maybe you can get a commensurate military medal. This is your honor, Comrade Malashenko."

After listening to Mr. Chernyaev's warm words, Lin Jie, who knew what he should say, also smiled knowingly.

"No, Comrade Division Commander. To be precise, this is the common honor that belongs to our entire 20th Tank Division!"

It was dead of night after leaving the field tent at the division headquarters.

Looking up at the bright night sky above the grassland above his head, Lin Jie let out a long sigh and began to pace again in the direction he came from.

There is no doubt that everything that has happened from his sudden awakening to now has silently proved that Lin Jie is truly on the Soviet-German battlefield in 1941.

The German army was unstoppable this year. After encircling Leningrad and capturing many important Soviet towns such as Kiev, it advanced to the city of Moscow. If it weren't for Stalin's wise eye and entrusted him with important tasks and Zhukov's command to turn the tide, the crispy black and red flags flying above the Kremlin in 1942 would have been.

Thinking of this, Lin Jie couldn't help but feel another headache in his head.

"What a fool. Just 600,000 Red Army soldiers surrendered and were captured by the Germans in the Battle of Kiev. The number of Red Army soldiers who died in 1941 was even more than a million! I don't know how much life I have to be like this. The identity of a small captain was buried in the dust of history in 1941!"

Lin Jie, who had become increasingly bored and irritable along the way, had just returned to his No. 177 T34 tank, and strode up to the turret, opened the top cover, and jumped in.

Seryosha and Nikolai, who were holding a small half-bottle of privately produced vodka in their arms in the corner of the car nearby and secretly sharing it, couldn't help but be stunned when they saw this scene. They had no idea what was wrong with their commanders. Look, these two people Look at me and I look at you, but no one dares to step forward and ask questions.

Sitting on the gunner's seat in the turret, which still smelled of diesel and traces of blood, he tiredly soothed his nerves. With the help of the cold moonlight shining in from the top of the turret overhead, Lin Jie accidentally saw his original appearance. A black-and-white photo no bigger than a palm is taped to the bulkhead at the loader's position.

With curiosity, Lin Jie reached out and gently took the photo off the bulkhead. With the help of the moonlight in front of him, Lin Jie quickly saw clearly what was captured in the worn black and white photo.

"Well, a beautiful young girl, and this one, it seems to be me?"

Although the theoretical "first meeting" did make Lin Jie feel strange, another memory that actually existed in his mind silently told Lin Jie that the true identity of the person in the photo in front of him was that of this world. Own.

Dimitri Drukovich Malashenko.