Steel Soviet Union

Looking at the bayonet that Malashenko thrust into the table, Major Varosha nodded, fully understanding what Malashenko was saying. 6̾̾

There is no reason for those scum who have traveled thousands of miles to come to this land full-time to kill and set fire. They will never give up because of a small failure or setback without killing the enemy to the point of timidity and fear. There is no other outcome to this war that is either your death or mine. To these fascists who have already killed without blinking an eye, they can only speak with their fists.

"Let us remember this moment, Comrade Brigadier!"

"For victory, Comrade Varosha!"

As the strong drink passed through his throat, Major Varosha had never felt like at this moment that it was the right thing for him to follow Malashenko's footsteps and accept the invitation to join the 1st Stalin Guards Heavy Tank Brigade.

If one day I can witness the arrival of the final moment of victory with my own eyes, then this moment should be walking side by side towards glory and glory with Comrade Brigade Commander.

If you fall down and close your eyes forever on the way forward, then if you have a hero like Comrade Brigade Commander to witness the arrival of that moment on your behalf, all your sacrifices will finally come to a successful conclusion.

The delicious and unforgettable lunch didn't last long. After the meal, Malashenko poured some water to rinse his lunch box, closed the lid and threw it back into the canvas bag, then left the place where he didn't often stay. Ministry, move to the front line.

Just as Malashenko expected, the gang of SS fanatics whose spines were broken under the indiscriminate bombardment by two aviation division fighter planes seemed to have been seriously injured and delayed. There was no sign of launching an attack and sweeping in again.

Lavrinenko, who had lunch with the soldiers on the battlefield, was directing the deployment of the defense line. When he saw Malashenko walking towards him with a telescope on his head, a tank cap and a combat uniform, a smile appeared on his lips. Lavrinenko immediately put away his pencil and notebook and hurried forward to greet him.

"The infantry comrades reinforced their positions and repaired the gaps created by the Germans. The machine gun positions and the few remaining anti-tank gun positions have basically been reinforced and filled in."

"But I haven't seen Battalion Commander Varosha since before dinner. The repairs and specific deployment of the position were completed by his deputy. I heard that he was called away by Comrade Political Commissar. Weren't you the whole time at the brigade headquarters? Did you see anyone else?"

Emergency repairs of positions and trenches are naturally the job of the infantry. Tank soldiers who have to refuel and load their tanks and undergo emergency maintenance and inspections can at most only come and help when they have free time. effect.

So when the commander of the only infantry battalion in the entire brigade disappeared at the most appropriate moment, Lavrinenko naturally had to ask a few more questions.

After all, Comrade Political Commissar is responsible for taking care of all the miscellaneous "housework" for Malashenko, and on his side, he has to help his old classmates solve the military deployment and minor details. It is also his duty to ask clearly about the situation. thing.

"Major Varosha is with me. I had lunch with him and had a casual chat. It was not a dereliction of duty."

Malashenko smiled half-jokingly, and Lavrinenko, who understood what his old classmate meant, naturally laughed along with him.

"Okay, I understand. So what are your plans next? Judging from the current situation, I think the Germans are probably disabled. It seems that it will be difficult to gather a group of the size of the morning to charge in the afternoon. , Should our tactical arrangements be more proactive?”

Lavrinenko did not clarify what he said, but Malashenko, who had worked with his old classmate for a long time, could not figure out what Lavrinenko meant by his words.

"I understand what you mean, but now is not the time to counterattack. The northern and southern fronts of Kursk are currently on the defensive. There are no signs or orders indicating that we are going to shift to a strategic counteroffensive."

"The Germans mobilized all their elites to Kursk. As I said at the brigade meeting before, we must come up with something better than facing the Battle of Moscow, the Battle of Leningrad, and Stalin. The Battle of Grad adds up, and we need to face this Battle of Kursk with a more serious and serious attitude.”

"This will be the decisive battle that determines which way the scales will tilt in the next stage. If the Germans win, this unimaginably large elite heavy equipment group will tear down our defenses and overwhelm us. We must also consider recreating a miracle under the city walls of Moscow.”

"On the other hand, if we win, the Germans' elite heavy equipment group will definitely suffer heavy losses. The loss of a large number of experienced veterans and cutting-edge technical equipment will be difficult to make up for in the short term, and we will not leave it to the Germans. The opportunity to breathe will inevitably push the war back to the national border, and an unimaginable strategic counterattack is inevitable. "

"Oh, I almost forgot that there are still American cowboys and British cowboys kicking Hitler's ass. As long as they get things done, at least ten divisions of German elites must return to defend Western Europe and prepare to attack the French territory. Go to war with the British and American forces, and those French women no longer have to worry about how to live a good life with a high-ranking German official. "

Malashenko, who did not forget to joke about business matters, patted his old friend on the shoulder, with a calm and smiling face full of optimism and expectations for the future.

"Things will get better every day, Lovery. If you have time, you can learn some English, so that when we meet the German and American cowboys and the British cowboys, you can also say a few words to them, such as Compete to see who can kill more German tanks and taunt them, and scare the pants off American cowboys and British cowboys with our new heavy tanks.”

Malashenko and Lavrinenko, who were walking and chatting, had jumped into the trenches and were inspecting the specific deployment of the Varosha Infantry Battalion.

He raised his hand to a soldier who saluted him and returned the salute. Lavrinenko, who heard Malashenko's opinion clearly, couldn't help but add another sentence.

"Then we just squat on the battlefield and do nothing in the afternoon? How is this different from taking a vacation? It's too simple."

Arriving at a machine gun bunker, Malashenko took matters into his own hands, playing with the MG42 machine gun that even the Red Army soldiers couldn't help but praise for its ferocity. The Kraut had been playing with the machine gun for an hour with great interest, and the words he replied were blurted out while fiddling with them without thinking.

"Where did the fight end? There are a lot of big battles in the next few days. Wouldn't it be good to take a good rest? This will save you from losing your physical strength and keeping up with the rhythm. Your whole body may hurt even when you sleep at night."

It stands to reason that after hearing Malashenko's words, Lavrinenko should have just let it go, but today's situation is obviously a bit special. Lavrinenko, who is still unfinished, wanted to add a final sentence with his hands on his hips, pretending to think.

"Well, I probably feel unwell because I didn't kill a few German guys in the afternoon. Don't make excuses. I guess you must be thinking the same thing, probably more strongly than me."

With so many soldiers staring at him, what else could Malashenko say?

All I could do was laugh and shake my head.