Steel Soviet Union

The German army couldn't hear what Malashenko said, so now Malashenko can only complain to himself.

Midnight came quickly, and Malashenko, who was already banging on the table anxiously, was wondering if the German guy had stretched his crotch and was not going to cause trouble tonight.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a loud explosion that pierced the night sky suddenly came from a not-too-distant direction.

boom--

Click——

"Fuck! What the hell happened!? What's going on?"

When people are excited and surprised, they will always blurt out something. For example, Comrade Ma is like this now, and he even habitually shouts out his native language instead of Russian.

However, this was still a major general and division commander who had won two Hero of the Soviet Union awards. Malashenko, who lost his composure for a moment, quickly returned to normal and asked sternly.

"Report the situation! Quick!"

There were quite a few people working the night shift in the division headquarters, and almost all the positions were occupied. However, among such a large group of busy people, no one could stand up and tell the division commander what had happened. One by one, you looked at me and I looked at each other, and no one dared to stand up and answer Malashenko's words.

Seeing this scene, Malashenko was naturally unhappy. However, he was unhappy, and there was no other way. It had only been a few seconds since the explosion came. There had to be a lower-level unit to come up. Time for feedback report.

"Hurry up and call and ask! If you can't figure it out, send someone over to contact us and find out what happened. Hurry!"

Malashenko had just finished yelling at Chief of Staff Dudabovsky and before he finished speaking, a familiar figure suddenly appeared from the corner over there and was covering himself with clothes. He looked closely and saw that it was not long ago. Comrade political commissar who was still lying down to rest.

"What's going on? Where did the explosion come from? Comrade division commander, what happened?"

In order to let the political commissar have a good rest, Malashenko deliberately did not disturb or even let the political commissar read the afternoon telegram. Comrade Political Commissar also rarely slept soundly, and even snored loudly. It can be seen that Comrade Political Commissar has been exhausted for a while.

But there are some people who, no matter how much they sleep, can always be woken up instantly by the sound of a cannon, which is better than a super loud alarm clock, for example, our political commissar.

Seeing that the political commissar Petrov had already gotten up, Malashenko, who was inconvenient and did not need to say anything more, gave a signal and a wink. The understanding chief of staff Dudabovsky immediately stepped forward and spoke in a short and easy-to-understand manner. He spoke continuously to explain the situation.

"I understand, it means we still don't know what the specific situation is, is that right?"

Dudabovsky nodded to Commissar Petrov without thinking.

"Well, hurry up and contact the troops below to find out the situation, our side first."

Da da da da——

Boom boom boom——

What interrupted Comrade Political Commissar's speech was another series of loud explosions and machine gun fire. The intensity was not at the same level as before.

Just like if the explosion just now was a small cannon thrown, then this battle is obviously the climax of the cannon fire in the middle of the night on New Year's Eve. This crackling sound was heard, and even a fool knew that a fight was in progress, and there would be no second outcome.

"The sound came from a group of positions. Finally, these Germans couldn't bear it any longer. Just after twelve o'clock, they started to come looking for death."

Malashenko, who had a better understanding of the deployment situation, gave a general description of the matter in a few words. The side of Kulbalov's regiment was the enemy's main breakout direction as determined at the combat meeting. Therefore, Malashenko not only placed his main tank regiment here, but also placed the main force of Varosha's infantry regiment here to cooperate in the battle.

Now that the fierce exchange of fire was coming from the most critical direction, Malashenko was almost sure immediately that the German had hit the iron plate he had placed in advance.

"Hey, this is the division headquarters, please speak."

"Yes, okay, I understand, please wait."

There was no need for Malashenko to take the initiative to make the call. Kulbalov, who had first figured out the situation on his own position, took the initiative to make the call. When he came up, he told the communications staff that he wanted the division commander to answer the phone. .

"I'm Malashenko, Kulbalov, what happened to you over there? Report the situation!"

The impatient Malashenko also got straight to the point when he came up, and did not say any useless nonsense. Kulbalov, who could obviously hear the sound of gunfire on the other end of the phone, spoke immediately.

"Comrade division commander, the Germans are coming, just as we guessed at the combat meeting!"

"It's too dark now and there's no moonlight, so I can't see the specific situation clearly. The flares have been fired. I can only see that there are a lot of Germans at the front. It is estimated that there must be at least an organized regiment! Tanks and assaults The artillery is all equipped, the infantry is also rushing forward, the battle is going on, we can hold it now, no problem!"

Although the battle is fierce, with Kulbalov's words here, Malashenko can still breathe a sigh of relief and temporarily relax. The fact that one of his confidants can say this proves that it is indeed the case at the moment. Not a big problem.

"Very good, Kurbalov! Hold the position for me according to the original plan. Reinforcements will arrive soon. Don't let me let any Germans who appear in front of you escape from the position!"

"Yes, Comrade Commander! I promise to complete the mission, please rest assured!"

Snapped--

Putting down the phone in his hand, Malashenko glanced at everyone in front of him with his aquiline eyes, and blurted out the order he had already prepared.

"Inform the 20th Guards Tank Brigade to move towards the defense area of ​​the 1st Regiment. The remaining troops of our division will stay put and wait for follow-up orders."

"In addition, the division headquarters will be left to Comrade Political Commissar. I will personally go to the First Regiment to keep an eye on it. The guard company will stay at the division headquarters to ensure safety. I will just drive my car back to the 20th Brigade and rush over there."

Malashenko, who parked his car dozens of meters away outside the division headquarters, was preparing to act alone without the heavy tank guard company directly under the division headquarters. The first person to jump out and object when these words were spoken was He is our comrade political commissar.

"No, I won't object if you want to go. You've always been like this. It's useless to object, but you must bring the guards with you. This is my only request! The 20th Guards Brigade is not our own unit. We need to work together. You won’t do that well. No one can guarantee that you won’t have an accident on the way. The security company is your last guard.”