Steel Soviet Union

Malashenko said that anything was fine, and he could do whatever he wanted.

It's just that at this moment, Comrade Lao Ma hasn't realized that there are some things that he really can't control.

It’s true that people don’t look for trouble, but people will look for people, and trouble will also look for people. At that time, even Malashenko will have to face it even if he doesn’t want to get involved. If you don't face it, there will be no worst, only worse results, and it may even force people to "life or death."

At that time, what will Malashenko do?

There are actually a lot of choices and more things to do.

But that is not something that can be discussed now. Just see how Comrade Lao Ma faced the stormy waves that were still howling in peaceful times.

"Let's talk about something else. What should we do next? Continue to fight in the city tomorrow morning? Or should we sit still and continue to catch the German fish?"

Iushkin's mind is very flexible, and now he is taking the initiative to move closer to command matters. This is not only what Malashenko wants to see, but also a good thing.

It is estimated that time will be tight when a new day starts tomorrow morning, so it is better to get it done now than to put off some things until we talk about them while talking.

As Iushkin said just now, Malashenko, who has never been "careless" or "playing casually" when it comes to leading troops in war, immediately became energetic and focused after hearing this. The brain, which operates like a precision war machine, quickly processed the plan that had already been basically prototyped, and then spelled it out in organized language.

"Well, for the time being, we have no plans to continue to advance in depth. We have carried out purposeful combat operations and have achieved our goals. This is enough. Taking the outer city of Berlin under our feet will be of great benefit to us in future battles. It can be transformed Turning passive into active will not only improve tactical flexibility by a small amount.”

"When the time comes to settle the accounts with the Germans, we can fight however we want, where we want to start, and how we want to round up the Germans and flatten them. The initiative is in our own hands."

"But first, we need to make those German guys unsafe. I want to make these bastards sleep in fear and disrupt their tactical arrangements and defense arrangements as much as possible."

"Everything is going according to the plan they want? How can such a good thing happen! The first goal is to get as many enemies as possible to move. If we move, we will have a chance. The friendly forces around us will create something for the Germans. The opportunity for greater chaos and trouble. I want to give these guys a taste of what it feels like to be exhausted and anxious all day long.”

It is not to continue to attack in depth, but to make the enemy move, disrupt the enemy's preparations and arrangements, and create more opportunities for ourselves.

Iushkin, whose eyes were rolling rapidly in his sockets, was really smart. He felt that he had probably guessed what Malashenko wanted to do.

"So tomorrow we will light a fire in Nazu's ass and continue to trick the dogs into killing them, is that right?"

"This is one way, but it depends on whether the dog will be fooled."

Malashenko, who came here to relax and keep in touch, did not bring his set of official documents and maps with him. He was still leaving his satchel in the car at the entrance of the alley.

Malashenko, who was flicking the cigarette ashes in his hand, did not intend to go into too much detail about these official matters. He just wanted to talk about what to do tomorrow, at least to let the brothers have a conceptual understanding and psychological preparation.

"Tomorrow our group will not move for the time being. I will find a way to light a fire for the German garrison on the contact line in the actual control area, at least to make them chaotic and feel the pressure. As for cutting sausages or closing the door as you said Beating the dog depends on the reaction of the Germans. No matter what they choose, we have a corresponding plan, so let's wait and see the show tomorrow. If we really put the dog in a cage, maybe we can go up and try our skills. , this is not impossible.”

"As for a large-scale attack?"

Malashenko stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand and raised his eyebrows. He really couldn't have the final say on such a big matter.

"Wait for the order. There are still war preparation supplies stored outside the city. It will probably take three to five days to prepare. If we don't gather together the artillery shells that can blow up the Germans' ancestral graves this time, I guess they won't be serious about looting. Fighting. Just be patient and wait a few more days. We’ll have plenty of time to have fun with these bastards.”

As Malashenko himself said.

It is true that Comrade Lao Ma has no right to decide when the general attack will be launched, but it is also true that we have the right to do some "small business" in our own defense zone. As for how much we can make, it depends on our ability.

Early the next morning, when it was still dark, the German soldiers who were still sleeping soundly on the contact line in the actual control area were awakened by bursts of unexpected rockets and officially welcomed their "beautiful new day". ".

Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo——

Wuwuwuwu——

"Bombardment! Bombardment by the Russians!"

Toot—toot—

"Get up! Everyone, get the fuck up! Don't get the fuck down! The Russian cannon"

Boom boom boom boom——

Rumble——

The serious day-to-day large-scale bombardment of Berlin has not yet begun. The German troops in the city are not very accustomed to being woken up by the roar of shells every day, at least not yet, let alone reactions.

The Katyusha rockets outside the building flew down against the windows, hit the street and exploded, sending up bursts of choking dust and debris. The German soldiers who had just rolled out of bed in the building were still there. They were busy kicking on their shoes, and some even forgot where they put the dung spoon on their head before lying down last night. You were looking for the gun, I was looking for the helmet, and he was putting on shoes. It was a swarm of bees.

The whistling sound of rockets, the blasting sound of high-explosive warheads, the sound of alarm whistles, as well as the loud curses and various strange screams

It was a chaotic, noisy morning comparable to haggling in the wet market early in the morning.

What was even more explosive than this noisy morning were the 132mm Katyusha rockets that relied on quantity to make up for accuracy. The more they were fired, the more likely one would hit accurately, flying into the house along the window frame.

Boom——

All the noise and disorder disappeared instantly in the powerful explosion.

All kinds of broken bricks and rubble and a hodgepodge of objects that were blown out of the house were like a bad guy who was thrown out by the landlord with all his luggage when the rent was due and could not be renewed. All the windows on the second floor flew out and sprayed all over the ground and the street.

The shoeless German soldier who was knocked down by the explosion from the second floor and flew to the street on the first floor was not completely dead. He still had more than one breath left and was still able to struggle and try to get up from the ground.

Why do you say it is a struggle?

Because more than a hundred kilograms of meat was blown up until it was as soft as mud and it was difficult to even stand up. In front of the camera of a 70-ton iron lump rumbling towards the explosion, it can really only be regarded as " Struggle".