Steel Soviet Union

Kulbalov saw something was wrong with Malashenko's state, and then he took the initiative to speak and asked with concern from the bottom of his heart. (っ◔◡◔)っ

Malashenko, who felt that his eyelids were about to be glued, yawned first, raised his hands and rubbed his cheeks vigorously, then turned to Kulbalov and said.

"It's okay, I'm just too sleepy. I feel like I've been emptied out."

"Ah, who knows what's going on! At that time in Stalingrad, I could survive three days and three nights with only two hours of sleep, but now I can't survive just one night. Could it be that I'm getting old or dying?"

Malashenko's joke was not funny at all to Kulbalov. Kulbalov, who was almost ten years older than Malashenko, smiled calmly and then responded.

"If you are old, wouldn't I be considered an old man now? Comrade Teacher."

"I think it's just that the pressure on you these days has been too great, too much to bear. Things like command, the health of comrade political commissar, the front army headquarters, and then you have to lead troops to fight and visit the front line in person. I don’t worry about anything, and coupled with the high-intensity battles day and night without sleep, I don’t think I would have performed better.”

Kulbalov's words were indeed on point. Even Malashenko himself didn't realize that he had been carrying so many things these days. If he thought about it carefully, he had become like this. It is also excusable.

After all, I didn’t have as many things to worry about in Stalingrad as I do now. At that time, the troops were not at the division level, and the political commissar comrades were not sick. If I could stay in peace and rest for a while, at least I wouldn’t have to worry about the Germans. Will call.

The nights in Stalingrad were relatively quiet most of the time. After fighting all day during the day, everyone wanted to have a good sleep at night. This could be regarded as an invisible tacit understanding between the Soviet Union and Germany. Looking back at that time, Malashenko felt that he was relieved if he could rest peacefully for ten minutes, but now he had not slept all day and night and was worried about a lot of things.

Comparing the two, it is not difficult to understand why I am so tired.

"Okay, you're right, it's been a little different lately."

"Tell me about other things and report on the combat situation."

After fighting in the dark for a whole night, Malashenko was a little worried that his troops would suffer too many casualties or encounter other unexpected situations. After all, what is the dark night like? Anything can happen.

Fortunately, Kulbalov's next answer made Malashenko feel relieved, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"There is nothing unexpected, Comrade Commander, everything is going according to plan."

"We defeated the Germans and chased them all the way. It was just that the night last night was too dark. The soldiers reported that when we chased them to the end, there was no visible light at all and they had no idea where the enemy was. "

"The same goes for the flares. They only lasted from the first half to the middle. After that, they ran out of ammunition and were completely useless. If there was visible light, we might be able to eliminate more enemies, but now, last night's The results may not be as good as we expected, Comrade Commander."

After explaining the basic situation, what Malashenko heard next was the general results of the battle.

"I don't know how many enemies there were last night. Looking at it now, we actually eliminated about a division of Germans. If you include those tanks and armored vehicles, it would be a bit more. The Germans who escaped are definitely Yes, but I don’t know the exact number, and the pursuit was completely chaotic at the end.”

"The lower-level company commanders even reported that they could not contact the platoon leader. When they were contacted, it was too dark to distinguish between east, west, north and south, so they could not command effectively. This battle really exposed many problems. Comrade division commander, considering In the future, there may be night battles to prevent the Germans from breaking out in the middle of the night. I think our division should strengthen targeted training in this area and develop more backup tactics.”

Not to mention that Malashenko felt from the perspective of future generations that he was very loose in the night battle last night. Even Kulbalov, who knew only a little about night battles and was in contact with him for the first time, felt that his performance was really poor. With such a huge advantage, the Germans were surrounded and attacked from three sides, but so many of them escaped. If this happened during the day, it would be simply a stupid pig-like command.

After listening to what Kurbanov said, Malashenko just nodded slightly without saying much. Specially organizing night combat training will definitely happen in the future. He had considered this last night and put it in place. in a very important position. However, how to do it specifically is not what we need to consider now. There are still a lot of more important things to solve.

"Count the casualties and losses of technical equipment as soon as possible. I need a detailed summary report. In addition,"

Just as Malashenko was halfway through his words but before he could finish speaking completely, an unexpected figure suddenly ran over at this moment.

"Comrade regiment leader, comrade division commander, the division headquarters called to say there is an emergency. It was Comrade Political Commissar who called, asking comrade division commander to answer the phone immediately."

Before Kulbalov had time to react, Malashenko's eyes lit up as soon as he heard Comrade Political Commissar's words, and he immediately got into high spirits.

"Take me there immediately, hurry up!"

"Yes, Comrade Commander!"

Kulbalov's regiment headquarters did not have any decent bunkers. Because it was an emergency deployment, he could only set up a tent in a low-lying place that could block the sight of the German army. The telephone line connected to the division headquarters was blocked. On the table inside the tent.

"Hello, I'm Malashenko, please speak."

Malashenko, who rushed into the tent with wind and wind, grabbed the microphone left on the table and spoke. The political commissar comrade on the other end of the phone line also responded very quickly.

"Malashenko, something happened! A large group of Germans sneaked out in the dark along the holes in our defense area last night. I am holding in my hand the telegram just sent by the front army headquarters. It was taken by the aviation reconnaissance aircraft. The latest news has arrived. You'd better go back to the division headquarters. Comrade Commander was a little unhappy in the telegram."

"???"

"What did you say!?"

Ding——

Malashenko, who was originally wondering what the political commissar was doing when he called him, suddenly trembled all over after hearing the bad news, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

Damn it, why did I let a wave of Germans slip away despite my tight defense and slow defense! ?

What do the troops in the corresponding defense zone do? What the fuck are you doing? ? Grass!