Chapter 938 Move on

"You don't have to worry about them. Their respective attack forces are in pretty good condition. Although the Germans' desperate resistance was not as quick as yours, they are just minor problems that can be solved quickly."

"Besides, you called me by name again. Do you still remember how we agreed? You must use a code name when making direct calls, whether it is yourself or someone else."

Because the Germans' intelligence reconnaissance and eavesdropping capabilities are so powerful, it has become a very taboo thing to directly mention important place names, names of people, and time points during calls. A lot of important and confidential information has been leaked in the past. , controlled by the enemy.

Even the big bosses in Moscow try to keep their conversations short on the phone, and all important matters are expressed in person or in written documents. For this reason, there are special documents and regulations to supervise the implementation.

Although the rules on the front line are not as strict as those in Moscow, which is highly alert at the rear, the Germans are still hanging on after being hit with nine sticks, and they only need to swing the last stick to kill them completely. Being locked up in the city, only the remaining After being beaten, there is no possibility of fighting back.

But rules are rules after all. Since they are specially set up, they must be followed by the corresponding people. At least they cannot be violated too conspicuously.

Political Commissar Petrov's little reminder made Malashenko on the other end of the microphone a little embarrassed.

Malashenko, who did not frequently use radio remote communications and telephones, did not develop the habit of calling by code numbers well. Vehicle-to-vehicle communication on the front line is always on a first-name basis, and I don't bother to use lame and hard-to-remember code names. However, considering that this is a close-range communication on the front line, it doesn't have much impact, but the long-distance radio communication with the brigade headquarters in the rear is But you can’t do that anymore.

"I know, I'll pay attention next time."

"Then can we continue to move forward? I don't want to see others rush in front of our brigade and kick the old bastard Paulus's ass. We haven't lost to anyone in terms of attack speed."

Political Commissar Petrov could tell that Malashenko on the other end of the microphone could not wait to move forward to crush the enemy. Commissar Petrov, who had already expected and prepared for this, quickly shook his head. Nodding his head, he spoke with a smile.

"I've already guessed that you might have such a request."

"Don't worry, you can continue to move forward. The relevant orders have been issued. In addition, judging from the current attack progress in various major directions, the siege force you lead should still be the fastest one. In several other directions, The progress is not as good as yours. If you want to kick Paulus in the butt, hurry up now, you should be able to do it.

Malashenko, who nodded slightly and looked in a good mood, casually responded to Commissar Petrov and was about to put down the microphone in his hand and seize the time to make arrangements for the attack. Unexpectedly, the loudspeaker suddenly came again. The voice of Comrade Political Commissar came.

"Wait a minute, don't hang up yet, do you need any more support troops?"

Malashenko, who had not thought about it at all, was asked so suddenly by Commissar Petrov. On the contrary, he did not react for a while, but it only lasted for a second or two, and then he He pressed the call button again with a smile on his face.

"Support troops? No need. If we send more troops over, they won't be able to use them. This is a war, not a parade. Why do we need so many people?"

From the tone of Malashenko's response, he confirmed that everything was going smoothly. Political Commissar Petrov, who had unconditionally trusted Malashenko from beginning to end, stopped here and did not think about it further. After simply responding, This ended the radio conversation.

Malashenko put the microphone in his hand back on the pylon and climbed to the outside of the turret. He gently patted the shoulder of Iushkin, who was still sitting on the edge of the turret, and motioned for him to follow. Then he jumped down to the ground.

Comrade Political Commissar and Lavrinenko are not around. As the supreme commander of this siege commando team, Malashenko naturally has the obligation and responsibility to personally explain the deployment plan to everyone.

It’s just that Malashenko, who was not very good at doing this, didn’t seem to be very well prepared. He picked up a few bricks and spread out the war zone map he took out of his bag on the ground without even taking a pencil. He just started poking at the map with his finger to assign tasks and give orders.

"Okay, everyone, look here, comrades, come around and get closer! The people in front squat down so that the people standing behind can see. Everyone listen carefully. If you have any questions, you can raise your hands to interrupt me at any time. The speech immediately stated that I will not be responsible for any mission explanations after the battle begins, do you understand? "

The scale of Malashenko's pre-war meeting was very large. Not only the vehicle commanders led by Malashenko were all present, but also the platoon leader and squad leader of the infantry company commanded by Captain Varosha were also present. As if all the commanders and fighters were gathered together, the formation of more than 20 people gathered together was naturally crowded.

"We have a new combat mission, comrades."

"The bastard Paulus's lair is located right here, in an abandoned department store, no more than three kilometers away from where we are now."

"Of course, it doesn't mean that we only need to advance three kilometers if the straight-line distance is three kilometers. After the actual fight, considering the detours and ruins that are difficult to pass, we may actually have to attack five, six kilometers or even further. I I hope everyone present can be mentally prepared for this and boost the morale of the soldiers to cheer them on. We are only a few steps away from victory.”

Malashenko's words were loud and full of convincing determination.

In view of the repeated propaganda of Malashenko by the propaganda department of the Red Army during the Battle of Stalingrad, the grassroots units of the Red Army on the front line have long been convinced that "fighting with Comrade Malashenko, the hero of the motherland, means we will lead to victory together." It is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Now that Malashenko is personally giving orders and encouraging everyone, the morale-boosting effect can be imagined.

"Comrade Malashenko, don't worry! The boys in our platoon have been eager to kill this old bastard Paulus. This guy's hands are stained with the blood of our soldiers and relatives. Cut this bastard into pieces." Feeding the dog is not enough to relieve the hatred!”

The loud assurance with a bold face is very contagious, and the high morale can be completely felt in the firm words.

Malashenko recognized the platoon leader who made a loud promise to him. Captain Varosha had previously praised him for his bravery and trustworthiness in combat. It was this platoon leader who had just led the team to capture another building.