Steel Soviet Union

"In fact, why not wait until tomorrow morning to reveal the answer? Comrade General, we are all looking forward to that moment, the moment when those German fascists will be completely destroyed.

""

Malashenko can probably understand why he didn't say anything.

It may be that there are too many people to say it, it may be that there is some confidentiality order, or it may simply be that they don't want to say it so early in order to create a sense of mystery.

Anyway, since he didn't want to say more, there was no point in continuing to ask more questions. Malashenko was not the kind of person to ask questions out of curiosity, so he simply skipped the question and continued to speak.

"Then let us look forward to that moment. I really want to see how the Germans will be destroyed."

This brief pre-war meeting did not last long, and the dialogue between Malashenko and Chuikov about combat missions was streamlined and efficient. After all, Malashenko, who had received the combat mission, still had other work to do. The large follow-up units of the Leader Division that were arriving in a steady stream were still waiting for him, the division commander, to take charge.

"So fast? I thought you had to stay in there for at least half an hour. What are we doing now?"

Malashenko was allowed to enter the army headquarters to meet Chuikov, but it was different with Iushkin, who came with him to meet the familiar face of the world. A small captain was not qualified to participate in such a high-level military meeting.

Iushkin could only be led to the living room on the first floor by the very polite adjutant for Malashenko's sake. Drinking the hot tea that was brought to me, I opened my mouth and asked for a plate of bread for a late-night snack without feeling ashamed. I ate one bite of bread and one bite of tea with relish.

When Malashenko saw this guy, he had a mouth full of crumbs, not to mention the last piece of bread in his mouth. He really wanted to leave without even a piece of bread left for anyone, so he had to eat them all.

"You're here just to eat and drink? This is such a big deal! What's the news? It's like the leader always feeds you sawdust bread. You have to go to the group army headquarters to eat, or is it the first time? Don’t you feel embarrassed if you eat and drink for free as soon as you arrive?”

Malashenko looked feigned anger and wanted to put a big pot sticker on Iushkin's forehead, but a certain idiot with a face thicker than the city wall didn't take it seriously at all. He ate the last bite and licked his fingers, savoring the aftertaste. Infinity said.

"Don't tell me, the bread at the army headquarters is better than ours. They put a lot of sugar here, I can eat it. I usually like to eat sweets. I have saved all the sugar collected from the corpses of Germans. The bread is so delicious. I originally wanted to bring you a piece to try, but it turned out to be so delicious that I forgot about it. It’s your fault that you didn’t eat it, I’m serious.”

"Delicious? Delicious, you Sukabulette!"

Snapped--

After all, Iushkin was not able to escape the big blow given by Malashenko. He was slapped firmly on the back of his head, but he still did not take it seriously and followed Malashenko's footsteps while driving. The "Walker Happy Car" came and walked away, while continuing to speak.

"When will the fighting start tomorrow? The Army Headquarters is full of bread. I don't feel at ease if I don't move my body. I have to work for others to feel at ease."

""

Malashenko, who had nothing to say, waited until he got into the passenger seat of the car, and Iushkin also opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. When the car started to move forward, Malashenko spoke.

"The attack time is set at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. The artillery preparation will first cover the Germans' front slope position for at least an hour. Our division's artillery will also participate in the artillery preparation. Then there will be high-intensity bombing by the long-range heavy bomber force. A whole heavy The bombers will drop all their bombs on the heads of the Germans, and then it will be our turn to charge. The only thing those Germans can do is pray, if they are still alive at that time. "

Malashenko downplayed everything, but Iushkin grasped the key points.

"A long-range heavy bomber division? They have never received this kind of support before. What equipment do they have?"

Just like Malashenko's original question, Iushkin also had the same confusion.

Of course, the final answer was still the same as what Malashenko got at that time.

"I don't know. People are unwilling or inconvenient to say it. I can't figure it out either. I'll find out when I look up tomorrow morning."

""

This time, Iushkin didn't say anything after the words. Looking forward to the upcoming morning was not that exciting, as long as he could kill those German thugs.

By the time Malashenko drove back to his station, not only Kulbalov, but also Comrade Political Commissar had already led the forward division headquarters to the attack starting position designated for the leader division under Zelo Heights.

The field division headquarters has begun to be established, and radio and communication systems are being set up. The entire division headquarters is a busy scene. Comrade Political Commissar is directing several comrades to seize the time for construction.

"Prioritize the establishment of the communication system, especially to keep in touch with superiors, including the front army headquarters. In addition, ask about the situation of the communication company's telephone platoon and see how the laying of telephone lines to the group army headquarters is progressing. Get it done as soon as possible. , report any new situation to me as soon as possible.”

"yes!"

As soon as the communications staff officer who received the mission left, Malashenko's "Walker Happy Car" arrived. Malashenko, who had just stepped off the Willys Jeep, immediately came to the side of the political commissar. .

"How is the situation? Your body and the division."

"It's all good, I'm sure you can tell, take a look, eh?"

Malashenko, who couldn't help but laugh, saw that Comrade Political Commissar looked good and didn't say anything more. He was concerned about the situation of the troops and then continued to ask.

"How is the situation of the troops? How many are there now?"

"It went smoothly. With your urging and warning, Kulbalov did not dare to neglect. He had been directing the troops to cross the bridge until just now. So far, nearly 70% of the troops have completed crossing the river and are arriving one after another. Of course, It’s limited to combat troops, and the logistics and baggage troops are still blocked behind. The three canal bridges play a vital role. Without these bridges, I don’t know how the big guys in our division would be able to cross the river.”

70% of the combat troops have crossed the river. This is the answer given by Comrade Political Commissar.

Malashenko rolled up his sleeves and glanced at his watch and found that the hour hand had pointed to a position close to 3, which meant that after excluding the hour of final preparations and deployment of troops before the attack, there were still more than 3 hours left for the horse. Rashenko mobilized troops.

Calculated based on the current efficiency, it is basically sufficient. At least it will not be a problem to deploy all combat troops planned to participate in the battle.

"Very good, let's inform Kulbalov to stop being the traffic police captain there and rush over with his command team. Leave the matter to the appropriate people below to handle. Then call Varosha and Lavry as well. Come and prepare for the meeting. All military and political commanders above the brigade level will attend. Important combat orders and combat missions have to be conveyed. They must arrive within half an hour!"

I found that it was really easy for me to write the wrong chapter number. I made the wrong mistake again in the previous chapters. It has been corrected now.