Steel Soviet Union

Major Varosha guessed correctly what the brigade commander really thought. Malashenko did not issue any additional orders to pursue the enemy or expand the results. He just asked the troops to seize the time to clear the battlefield, rescue the wounded, and prepare for retreat and transfer as soon as possible. .

"It feels like a dream, Comrade Brigadier. For a moment, I even thought that these Germans were planning to fight us on the battlefield. Now it seems that they lack courage."

As soon as Malashenko got out of the car, he met Kulbalov who came to meet him.

Faced with Kulbalov's lament, Malashenko, who felt that he was already a little dazed even when walking, stood firm, held on to his exhausted body after a high-intensity battle, and looked at the gang of SS soldiers. The defeated direction replied.

"They are here to be conquerors, not here to take care of their lives. These bastards still cherish their own lives. We are defending our country, why should they compete with us in fighting will? "

Because of his unique status as a time traveler, Malashenko was often forced to tell lies to offend his comrades and protect the secret that only he knew.

But this time, Malashenko spoke the truth from his heart.

In terms of fighting will, Malashenko never felt that his Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade would lose to any opponent. Even those fanatical SS elites composed of desperate fanatics still could not be compared together. .

Are you bragging? The answer is clear just by looking at the results of the battle.

The ownership of this bloody position that has been fought over again and again is still owned by the Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade, and the 9th Guards Airborne Division that cooperates with them. In other words, it still belongs to the Soviet Red Army.

What about the Guards Division? After a life-and-death close-quarters fight that would knock a dog's brains out, the first one to give in and run away in panic was still the same group of SS scum that came with such ferocity during the attack.

No matter how fiercely you charge when you attack, you will be defeated quickly when you retreat.

The remaining troops of the Guards Division, whose formation was out of order, retreated in a swarm like a swarm of bees that had been stolen from their home.

If he could immediately gather the offensive forces to launch a counterattack at this time, Malashenko dare not say that he could push back the main position of the Guards Division and recapture the entire October State Farm in one fell swoop, but at least he would be able to defeat this group of troops who were defeated like a tide. There is no problem for the bastard to stay in front of the position, but the two legs of the No. 11 bus still want to compete with the track? Nonsense!

"What a pity. If the back of your butt hadn't caught fire at any time, I would have let your Guards Division know the dangers of the Soviet Union today!"

No matter how much you want to expand the results, you must not forget the top priority at the moment. In the telegram that Vatutin sent to Malashenko not long ago, the criticality of the situation was clearly written in black and white. At this time, if he wastes time because of his greed for heads and is surrounded by Germans in this hellish place, then for Malashenko, it will really be a waste of sesame seeds and a loss of watermelon, and the gain will not be worth the loss.

Malashenko, who finally glanced at the direction of the enemy's retreat, withdrew his gaze. The current urgent situation no longer allowed wasting more time on meaningless things. Malashenko told himself that he must deal with the highest priority issues quickly. matter.

"Go and quickly compile the casualty and loss report of your battalion. Arrange the injured comrades properly and send them to the field hospital for treatment. In addition, send someone to Karamov and ask him to find a way to deal with the tanks that can still be repaired. Tell him He is my order, he must use the fastest speed!”

When Kulbalov heard this, he immediately realized that Comrade Brigade Commander had entered a serious state again. Of course, he could not hit the muzzle of the gun at this time, otherwise he would be short-sighted.

"Yes, Comrade Brigade Commander, I will handle it myself right now."

Looking at Kulbalov standing at attention and saluting him, he limped away as quickly as possible to execute the order. I almost forgot that Kulbalov was a disabled person who lost one foot and used the foot carved out of wood as a crutch. Looking at the unyielding back of Malashenko, it was inevitable for a moment to feel a little sad.

"There is always no shortage of pure men like this. I am really in a great Patriotic War."

Malashenko, who was sighing secretly in his heart, took off his gloves and let his paws breathe. At the same time, he turned around and saw Iushkin, who was helping Kirill outside the tank.

There was something obviously wrong with the two figures on the turret. I thought to myself that my head was not working well, so I almost forgot about Kirill, who was in the worst physical condition in the whole car. Malashenko, who was worried about whether Kirill could hold on, said nothing and hurriedly ran towards the car that was not far away.

"Be careful, be careful! Kirill. I'm supporting you. Don't be afraid. Come out gently. Seryosha has already called the Yankee doctor. Just hold on! That Yankee is the best at treating your illness. Don't worry. Worry."

Iushkin as a gunner and Kirill as a loader are a golden pair. Iushkin is very grateful to Kirill for always pushing the shells to the best of his ability when he needs it most. Bore, so that I can quickly kill the Germans one after another, and let the corpses of those garbage tanks be separated and exploded into flaming coffins.

Kirill, who was still blushing and having trouble breathing, needed help. Naturally, Iushkin couldn't just sit back and ignore this.

Malashenko is not only the commander of the entire vehicle, but also the commander of the entire brigade. There is nothing wrong with getting out of the car as soon as possible after the battle to deal with other matters. Therefore, he must volunteer to take on the responsibility of taking care of Kirill. In Iushkin's opinion, this is a responsibility that he must and should fulfill.

By the time Malashenko hurried to the side of the tank, Iushkin, who had slid out of the car first, had slowly and little by little lifted Kirill, who was lying flat on the turret and struggling to breathe, into his arms. Li took over little by little, leaning Kirill against the tank to make his good brother feel more comfortable.

This set of tedious physical work of holding people is not an easy task for Iushkin, who is only just over 1.7 meters tall. He even had to put a randomly picked up German steel helmet under his feet so that he could reach his hands far enough to reach the shoulders of Kirill, who was lying flat on the turret, and then he could carefully hold him down little by little.

"Kiril, Kirill! Look at me, I am Malashenko! Keep breathing, slowly and steadily, the battle is over, we are safe! Don't rush to gasp for air, take your time, let go first The lungs calm down, yes, that’s it! Slowly, little by little.”

Malashenko and Iushkin, who were surrounding Kirill, were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. Not far away, Seryosha and his two men, who had called the "American miracle doctor" Karachev, were speeding away. Come.