Steel Soviet Union

Regardless of whether the Germans plan to run away or continue to attack Highland 239 and become the iron-headed boy, this level of their own is bound to be a hurdle that the Germans cannot get around and must face.

Malashenko wanted to know how large a force the Germans would use to deal with him. How the Germans would react to this raid would be directly related to the details of his next tactical arrangement and action planning.

It was Malashenko's decision to use defense to find out the Germans' background. Now that Comrade Political Commissar is away and has gone to rest, sooner or later he has to learn to do this kind of thing on his own. The sooner the better. The better, the faster you can adapt.

Regarding the planning of specific tactical details, Chief of Staff Dudabovsky held the same favorable view on Malashenko's decision.

Although the enemy was at the end of its strength, in the final analysis, it still had the upper hand in terms of total strength and combat posture. The Wannian Ship sailed carefully, although it was relatively conservative but more secure.

Block the Germans' offensive in front of this newly occupied position, and then make appropriate counterattacks based on the amount of troops the Germans invest. If necessary, they can even defeat the enemy in an attack-on-attack or head-on encounter.

Especially Malashenko, who has a great advantage in armored forces, has reason to do this. There is a high possibility that the Germans still don't know the true strength of their side and what kind of opponents they face.

This is what pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger means. If the worst-case scenario happens, it will just be an army of Germans pressing down and running with all their strength. But even so, Malashenko still has enough and strong tank troops on hand to take care of the situation, and there will never be the embarrassment of being bitten by the Germans if he loses his temper.

Malashenko, who walked out of the tent, had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt something was on his face. When I reached out and touched it, I felt it was a little wet, but I couldn't see any color or anything. I subconsciously looked up and discovered the truth about what was wrong.

"Fuck! Is it going to fucking start raining?"

The thing that fell on his face was nothing but raindrops. Malashenko's face was filled with disbelief, and he couldn't help but curse.

The reality is that the snow on the roadside has not completely melted, but the weather is getting warmer and it starts to rain suddenly.

The coexistence of rain and snow is not absolutely impossible, but it is relatively rare and annoying at the same time.

The most unsightly thing for a heavy-armed unit like Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division is the bad weather where rain and snow coexist. Muddy roads and mud splashes have been arranged. The reality is that the more you fear something, the faster it will come and the more annoying it will be.

The benefits are not absolute, the muddy road conditions are relatively the same for the German army.

If the German wants to run again, he will have to roll and wrestle in the mud. The hunter and the prey are in the same environment, and it depends on who performs better and better.

Malashenko, who looked up at the sky for a few seconds and then slowly shook his head, no longer thought about these nonsense, and instead came to the trench not far away and began to inspect the specific situation.

"The machine gun over there is not set up in the right place. Don't set it up where the Krauts originally were. Move it to another place and move it to the newly built machine gun position over there. Collect the German machine guns that can still be used. Those things can still be used. Value, act fast!”

Malashenko did not wear an official uniform during the war, but wore the tank soldier combat uniform as always.

If you don't recognize people by their faces, Malashenko, who wears a tank cap, dirty clothes, and an extremely ordinary outfit, has a public face. You may not be able to find him for a while among the soldiers. Who kind.

Because of this, Malashenko, who had just entered the trench, was alone and without any accompanying guards. Most of the soldiers who were unaware of this continued to do what they were supposed to do without any awareness of what was behind them. Not far away stood Comrade Division Commander.

What caught Malashenko's attention was a company commander who was yelling at the soldiers. His arms were waving left and right like a command whip, and he was busy waving his arms.

Similarly, the young company commander did not notice that the comrade division commander was standing not far from the trench where he was.

It wasn't that Malashenko intended to interfere with the command of this position, maybe he just found it interesting. Anyway, in the end, he silently leaned up behind the young company commander and started to stand there as a spectator.

"Comrade Company Commander, hey, Comrade Company Commander!"

"Huh? What's wrong? If you have anything to say, just say it."

The alert soldiers who were watching and listening in all directions were whispering reminders, but the company commander who obviously had a big brain was still oblivious and a little stupid.

"Sir, master, I'm behind you!"

Seeing that winking and winking had no effect, the soldier had no other choice but to whisper the more specific truth once again.

"Senior Commander is behind me?! Did you not wake up this morning? How could Comrade Senior Commander be behind me?"

Silence, really silence!

The confident joke that was plausible a second ago suddenly stopped, and the entire face that looked back was completely frozen as if it had been frozen in an instant.

The young company commander, whose mouth was open, had forgotten what state he was in at this moment. He blinked and raised his head and looked at the familiar man in front of him who was a full head taller than him. It was as if time had stopped and he could not say anything. If you don’t come out, your brain will be disconnected.

"Well done, young comrade. I'm not good at infantry. You do what you have to do. I just took a look and left."

The first person to break the awkward atmosphere was Malashenko. If this momentum continues, it is estimated that in another minute or two, the relatively young company commander will not be able to hold back any words.

In order not to waste time, Comrade Lao Ma thought it would be better to speak first.

Stretching out his right arm and taking off his gloves, he lightly patted the shoulder of the company commander in front of him. Malashenko responded with a smile and turned around and left as he said. He raised his legs and stepped out of the trench and returned to the position. Looking at the surrounding situation and starting to wonder where to go next, Sora left the confused young company commander alone in the drizzle.

"Why don't comrade division commanders want to wear general uniforms? There is nothing more terrifying than this!"

Malashenko didn't know what the young company commander was complaining about, but Kulbalov, who was trotting over all the way, quickly appeared in front of Malashenko.

"Comrade Division Commander, I just learned that we have to defend on the spot. Of course I will obey the order, but how should our tank unit be deployed? Where should it be placed? You'd better explain it to me in detail."