Steel Soviet Union

Without thoroughly ascertaining the enemy's situation, blindly attacking unobstructed open squares and enemy strongholds of firepower may cause heavy losses, which Malashenko is obviously not willing to accept.

Commanding the siege team he led to temporarily retreat to the corner of the block, he used the blind spot to avoid the German anti-armor direct fire to temporarily avoid the edge. After uncovering the top of the turret above his head, Malashenko immediately held Somi in his hand. The submachine gun jumped out of the car.

"Major Malashenko, Captain Kalinimbov reports to you, please give instructions."

Looking at the infantry battalion commander in front of him who was responsible for leading the team to coordinate the attack, Malashenko thought for a moment and then blurted out.

"Comrade Captain, have you and your men cleared the entire street?"

Faced with the question raised by Malashenko, Captain Kali Nimpov, whose face was already stained red and black by blood stains that were not his own and thick black smoke, spoke.

"Except for the two rows of houses on the left and right next to the entrance, there are about a dozen houses. All the houses passing behind us have been searched, and all houses where Germans are hiding have been completely cleared. There will be no fish that slip through the net.”

Seeing the affirmative look on the captain's face in front of him, Malashenko, who was holding a Somi submachine gun with two drum bags hanging on his butt, nodded.

"Very well, take your people and we will go ahead and clear out the buildings on the street. Several houses there must be captured. There is no better place than this to observe the specific situation of the German stronghold."

Hearing this almost crazy suggestion from Malashenko, Captain Kali Nimpov looked surprised and couldn't help but speak after being stunned for a moment.

"But, Major Malashenko. You are the commander of our siege column. There is no reason for you to rush to the front line in person. It is better for me to bring people up, and you can come over in person after the house is captured."

"There is no time to wait any longer, Comrade Captain. Every extra minute of delay in the current battle situation is beneficial to the German defense. They can use every minute to set up reinforced positions and even mobilize reinforcements. We must do our best. Everything can be done to end this battle as soon as possible.”

Seeing Malashenko's insistence, Captain Kali Nimpov, a subordinate, simply stopped trying to persuade him and immediately turned around and waved to the infantrymen behind him.

"Follow me one company at a time. The rest of you will stay put and guard this intersection!"

The streets that had been flattened by Soviet tanks a few minutes ago were silent. A dozen corpses of German soldiers killed by vehicle-mounted machine guns lay on the roadside steps or in the middle of the road, still warm.

Malashenko and his party, who were carefully moving forward while leaning on the far right side of the street while holding their weapons tightly, hunched over their waists, quickly rushed to the wreckage of the KV1 tank that had been blown to pieces at the intersection.

"This is it, Captain, stop your men."

After receiving Malashenko's signal, Captain Kalinimbov immediately raised his right arm towards the Red Army infantry behind him. The understanding team immediately stopped advancing and quietly waited for further orders. From Malashenko beside him, After finding the answer on the expression on Shenke's face, Captain Kalinimbov immediately waved his hand towards a small building facing the street at the outermost corner of the street next to him.

boom--

The wooden door of the small building was kicked away by the wide-soled military boots like a toy discarded by a naughty boy. It flew out instantly. A tall Red Army assaulter who was more than two meters tall was holding a DP28 in his arms. The light machine guns took the lead, and the Red Army infantry who filed in instantly successfully captured the first floor of this small street building that seemed to be an ordinary house.

Although the slender Mosin-Nagant rifle is not easy to use in such a cramped indoor environment, and is even a bit lame, the Red Army infantry who only have this old-fashioned rifle at hand are still holding on to the weapons in their hands. He carefully searched every corner of the room with an expression so nervous that his eyes almost popped out.

"Safe! There are no Krauts on the first floor!"

Hearing the shouting coming from the small building, Malashenko, who was waiting for the news outside the small building, immediately looked at Captain Kali Nimbov beside him.

"it's time."

The two people understood each other's meaning from each other's eyes and then entered the first floor of the small building with brisk and steady steps.

A squad of Red Army infantrymen serving as forwards had already begun to move towards the second floor. Malashenko, who still had the black leather tank cap unique to Soviet tank soldiers on his head but had not taken it off, noticed a corner of the room and just now. The dark shadow flashing across the closet could not escape Malashenko's gunner-level eyes.

"In the closet, at least one, be careful."

He patted the shoulder of Captain Kalinimbov next to him and gestured to the other party. The understanding captain then gently waved to several other Red Army soldiers who were on alert to surround them. A line of ten Red Army infantrymen calmly Several people quietly pointed the muzzles of more than a dozen black guns at the closet at the same time.

"Are you going to open fire? It's most likely an ambush by the Germans. I'm worried there might be booby traps or something like that."

Hearing Captain Kalinimbov whisper to him next to him, Malashenko quickly shook his head gently after thinking for a moment.

"Unlikely. Have you ever seen that German guy setting up booby traps and locking himself in a closet to die together? They are not the Japanese."

After hearing this, his mind changed and he felt that what Malashenko said was not unreasonable. After firming up his will, Captain Kali Nimbov immediately looked at the Red Army soldier closest to the closet.

After receiving the order from his battalion commander, the infantry squad leader immediately held the Popod submachine gun, which was very rare among the Red Army, in one hand and put his index finger on the trigger. At the same time, he stretched out his other left hand, which was not good at holding the gun. He gently pulled the ring of the closet door.

Mumble——

The young squad leader, whose heart was beating wildly, swallowed lightly and instantly opened the left half of the wooden door of the closet. However, what appeared in front of his eyes immediately shocked all the Red Army soldiers who were present as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Shocked.

"Don't kill me, please! At least let my child go. Irina is innocent. I just ask you not to hurt her."

Although the German soldiers who were the invaders may not understand the Russian spoken by the young mother, fortunately, Malashenko and Captain Kali Nimpov and the Red Army soldiers present understood the native language of the motherland. .

Looking at the panic-stricken young mother who was kneeling on the ground and hugging her child tightly for fear of losing her and constantly pleading, Malashenko sighed lightly and then turned off the safety of the Somi submachine gun in his hand and stepped forward.