Steel Soviet Union

Chapter 2334: Why don’t you give me a ride?

No one can calculate exactly how many German tanks were destroyed. This rapid and strangled armored assault battle has now turned into a crazy armored battle based on the open area near the village. Google search reading

Malashenko invested all the armor at his disposal, besieging the limited number of enemies from all directions in this limited battlefield space, and put IS7, IS6, IS4, T43 and even ISU152\\a into battle. .

Although there was no way to fill the battlefield space with all the armored combat vehicles of the Leader Division, they did try their best to fill the battlefield space until no more could be filled. Those poor German tanks almost suffered from the recognition that there could be artillery shells. Any attack in the direction of attack, grenades and armor-piercing projectiles are useless, basically just aim them all and they will be blurred.

This kind of crazy crushing battle, regardless of the marginal effect of the amount of equipment invested, did exactly what Malashenko thought, and ended the battle as quickly as possible, which had no suspense at all.

The residual heat of the war has not completely faded from the battlefield, and the embers are still scorching the land that was burnt red by the war.

Bodies, steel wreckage, industrial waste, craters and various explosion traces

The various messes on the battlefield ruins would be shocking to any ordinary person, but not Malashenko.

Malashenko, who had long been accustomed to such scenes, could still stand there with his hands on his hips and face his hands without changing his expression, even if he was breathing the air with the strong smell of blood and barbecue. The soldiers below and the German armored prisoners who rolled out of the car and raised their hands obediently gave the order.

"To sum it all up, do a roll call! Give me the head count of the commanders. Write down the name of each commander and count how many commanders and crews surrendered. Also, ask them if any of them are still alive in this group. Find out who the highest official is and bring it over. I have something to ask."

"Yes, Comrade Commander, let's do it now."

Looking at the German armored prisoners who had been forced to stand in a row and lined up in order, Iushkin, who had also just got off the car and was now standing next to Malashenko, suddenly spoke.

"I thought you would order to fight until they were all killed and would not accept any form of surrender. I didn't expect that you would be willing to leave such bastards behind in the end."

There was some hatred and resentment in Iushkin's words, and Malashenko could hear a hint of dissatisfaction in them. Although this is based on the premise that Iushkin understands the truth, this dissatisfaction does exist and is clearly visible. Sometimes people's reason and emotions can coexist at the same time without interfering with each other. Malashenko knows This is the case.

"It's okay to kill them all, but it's not necessary."

"Remember what I told you before? What is the biggest difference between a strong man and a beast? A strong man knows how to self-discipline and curb his desires, while a beast does not have to. He can freely release his instincts and not impose any shackles on his desires. They are a bunch of two-legged beasts that walk upright.

"It's easy to become powerful, but there is an essential difference between a strong man and a beast. This is not a big deal, Iushkin, this involves each of us and our entire leadership team. "

"I learned this from Comrade Political Commissar, and I hope you can remember it too. One day you may also lead a strong legion. Don't forget this. Don't forget that the most essential gap between the strong and the beast is No matter how difficult it is, we must remember that a true collective of heroes can never be famous in history just by being "powerful", but it can be famous in history. "

Hearing Malashenko's half-joking smile at the end, Iushkin, who gradually gained the upper hand with his rationality and completely wiped out his emotions, also smiled at each other.

"I understand, but you have to let me complain. Don't you want me to say a few words?"

Are you complaining?

Malashenko felt that this was not important. What was important was that Iushkin did listen to what he just said. It was enough to confirm this.

"Then you have to allow me to nag a few words, it's the same thing."

"hehe"

"hey-hey"

Iushkin burst into laughter in unison, and after passing the story, Iushkin leaned against the huge No. 177 IS7 command vehicle behind him and began to ask about what happened next.

"Then what should we do next? So many accidents have happened that you didn't expect. Do you have to go and confirm the situation first?"

"This is it"

Malashenko, who pondered for a while, glanced at the German armored prisoners not far away who were being lined up for screening and briefly questioned, and then turned to look at another group of troops commanded by Kulbalov on the other side of the village. The German infantry prisoners of war who were escorted outside blurted out the words that basically had the answer in their hearts.

"After I'm done with this, I'll go ask Comrade Political Commissar first. Maybe he can explain most of the questions and tell me the answers."

Malashenko indeed said so and thought so in his heart, and of course he planned to do so after finishing his work later.

But what does that sentence mean? There are unforeseen circumstances.

Just before Malashenko finished speaking, a GAZ small jeep suddenly came galloping from the rear. Under Malashenko's puzzled eyes, it quickly drove to the front of the division commander, and was embarrassed. Stop.

"What? Comrade Political Commissar came so quickly?"

Malashenko's first reaction was indeed this, but what happened next quickly proved Malashenko's idea was wrong.

The person who got off the car was not the political commissar, but another busy person from his division: the director of the Communications Department.

"Why are you here? Where are Comrade Comrade Comrade Comrade and others?"

Comrade Ma, who never strayed from the political commissar's words, spoke in the same old tone, but Comrade Director of the Communications Department, who was obviously here with urgent matters, could not care to complain. Of course, there was no need to complain. He pulled out a document bag from his arms. The telegraph newspaper was then handed to Malashenko.

"Comrade Division Commander, there is a call from the Front Army Headquarters, asking you to go to the Front Army Headquarters as soon as possible after the battle to report. There is an important situation."

"What's the important situation?"

As soon as Malashenko said this casual question, he immediately regretted it.

Because the two lines of text on this telegram were exactly the same as what the director of the Communications Office had just said, with the words "important situation" written on them.

How could the director of the Communications Office know about this thing that was not explained in the telegram?

"Okay, I think it's an emergency. I have to go, and I'll go now. Where are Comrade Comrade Comrade Comrade and the others?"

When Malashenko asked twice about the situation of his political commissar comrades, the director of the Communications Department could only answer truthfully.

"Comrade Political Commissar is leading the forward division headquarters on the way. There are still many things to do at the division headquarters. Because the situation is urgent, I have been sent to convey the news to you first. It is estimated that it will take about half an hour to arrive."

"Half an hour, forget it then"

Malashenko, who had obviously given up the idea, shook his head, put away the telegram and handed it back to the director of the Communications Department in front of him for safekeeping. After looking around, he found that the tank was not suitable, and then spoke again.

"Do you need your car urgently? Why don't you give me a ride?"