Steel Soviet Union

Malashenko actually received the order to go to the Voronezh Front after dinner that day.

At that time, Malashenko had just finished eating the remaining half of a box of Yankee canned lunch meat. He used a sharpened twig as a toothpick to pick out the residue between his teeth and looked at the logistics report that had just been sent. The political commissar who received the telegram The comrade strode forward, reached out and slapped the telegram on the table in front of Malashenko.

"Good news! We are about to take action. The orders from our superiors have been conveyed."

"It's time to take action!?"

A slightly shocked Malashenko even forgot that the toothpick was still stuck between his teeth. He blinked at the political commissar and then immediately picked up the telegraph newspaper on the table in front of him and put it in front of his eyes. What was recorded on it was The content is only a few sentences, and the signature of the telegram is that it was sent from the Red Army General Staff Headquarters.

As for the content, the only thing that it means is to immediately leave for the Voronezh Front Army Headquarters to report.

"Here, the General Staff Headquarters sent us a telegram directly? Is it a mistake?"

Although the facts are obvious before his eyes, Malashenko is still a little unbelievable. It is a bit unexpected that the General Staff Headquarters directly telegraphed the order.

"This is not the point, Malashenko. The point is that we must take action now and rush to the Voronezh Front Army Headquarters as soon as possible to report. This is the point of the order!"

Political Commissar Petrov was right. Although Malashenko was a little surprised, at least the priorities at the moment could be clearly distinguished.

"Inform the cadres at battalion level and above to come to the brigade headquarters for a meeting. All political and military cadres will attend! You are ready to do the final mobilization before departure, and I will be responsible for reading out the order. Oh, by the way, send someone to call Lavrinenko back. , He should still be on the training ground now, the self-propelled howitzer battalion has been training for a whole day."

"No problem, I'll do it right away."

It was already dark when the direct dispatch order from the General Staff Headquarters arrived, so Malashenko did not issue an order for the troops to set off immediately.

The organization of the army is getting bigger and bigger, and there are a lot of broken things in the jars and jars, which cannot be taken away immediately. It will take some time to organize and prepare fully.

Standing in front of the makeshift conference table at the brigade headquarters and scanning the subordinates below, Malashenko was sure that he could read the excitement in everyone's eyes. The entire Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade had been preparing for this day. The arrival had been awaited for too long, and everyone vowed to give the Nafascists a taste of the iron fist of the Red Army.

"I can understand everyone's mood, comrades, but after Comrade Political Commissar's mobilization speech, I still have some words to say to you individually."

"There is no doubt that what awaits our Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade on the road not far away will be a bloody and bloody battle!"

"The opponents we have to face will be the most elite heavy armored group troops in the entire German army. They not only include the commonplace Wehrmacht, but also those bloody SS executioners who kill without batting an eye! This group of murderous demons who do not bat an eyelid may be considered They may not be real soldiers, but they are an extremely brave and fierce armed group! They are even better than the army in terms of killing skills!"

"Here, I ask all political and military cadres at the battalion level and above to convey the spirit of this meeting to subordinate units at all levels. All comrades must be fully aware of what kind of opponents are waiting for us ahead. , we cannot underestimate the enemy in the slightest, let alone look down on our opponents just because we are the Stalin Guards' 1st Heavy Tank Brigade!

Malashenko's speech was carried out with a serious face. All the political workers and military cadres present at the meeting were not distracted. They all turned their attention to their comrade, the brigade commander, and pricked up their ears.

"My intuition tells me that the battle that is about to break out will be more tragic than any of us has ever encountered in the past! The Germans have assembled their last strategic offensive force. This will It’s the last dark craze before dawn, and what we have to do is turn into an unyielding wall to crush all the enemy’s wishful thinking!”

"Many of us are destined to die, not just soldiers and tank crews, but also all the comrades in command, comrades, and political workers here, including Deputy Brigadier Lavrinenko, Political Commissar Petrov, and me. But if we Your sacrifice can win the final victory in this battle, and I believe the answer for all of us here will be no regrets!”

"Let those Nazi fascist lackeys come more violently! The thick smoke from the burning remains of their tanks will tell people in the distance that the Red Army has won! Their heads will be engraved on our chests even more Many brilliant honors, and the sacrifice of blood will be rewarded with a brighter and greater banner!”

"The 1st Stalin Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, crush all enemies in front of us! Let those stupid Fascist lackeys know whose land they are standing on now and do not know whether to live or die!"

"Victory will eventually belong to us, to the entire Red Army! For victory, Ulla!"

Although it was not during wartime, everyone present, who was excited by Malashenko's impassioned speech, still immediately stood up as if they were charging the enemy.

"Kill all these fascist lackeys! Ula!!!"

"Let them have a taste of the power of our new tank!"

"Send them to their Kaiser! Long live Comrade Stalin!"

When the crowds and impassioned voices dissipated, the noisy brigade headquarters returned to silence.

Political Commissar Petrov, who had finished sorting out the minutes of the final meeting, glanced at his watch. It was already close to twelve o'clock in the evening. Malashenko, who was looking through the logistics report at another table not far away, also kept working. .

"Did you really mean what you said during the meeting just now?"

"what do you mean?"

There are very few people in the brigade who still insist on working at their jobs. Of course, Malashenko knows who the political commissar is talking to.

"Does it refer to my speech to boost everyone's morale, or does it refer to my prediction of the battle situation?"

Faced with Malashenko's rhetorical question, Commissar Petrov, still holding the pen in his hand, paused for a moment.

"I think it's the latter."

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The lingering sound dissipated in Malashenko's sigh and the sound of closing the file. Some unspeakable facts can only be explained with the words "can only be understood but cannot be expressed".

"Maybe it will be true, let time witness it."