Steel Soviet Union

A regimental headquarters is directly under the reconnaissance platoon, plus a company of mechanized infantry.

There is no artillery or air support, nor any heavy anti-tank fire support. They are just a group of lightly armed infantry, with at most a few infantry fighting vehicles with only 25mm small guns.

Just these more than a hundred people withstood the German tanks, assault guns, and large groups of infantry. They gathered together at least one regiment, and they were fighting locally and were extremely familiar with the terrain. A strong assault for 20 minutes.

It looked like there wasn't much time, but Malashenko knew how difficult it was.

This is no different from catching an egg with a stone, but the egg is not smashed to pieces. Dealing with enemies of this level is not the job of light infantry. Malashenko believes that his soldiers have done their best.

It’s just that Malashenko didn’t expect that the worse news was far more than that.

"Everyone in our platoon is here, comrade division commander. There are only eighteen people left who can speak out, and the remaining comrades are..."

""

A three-shift reconnaissance platoon had only eighteen people left who could still vent their anger, including those lying on stretchers who could no longer stand up.

It is already very strong to be able to successfully evacuate with more than half of the casualties without being defeated. With these small weapons in hand, he can stay in the alleys with unfamiliar terrain and go around and around with the oncoming German heavy assault group for nearly half of the time. Hours.

Okay, you are worthy of being my soldier! So fucking awesome!

This is the only thought in Malashenko's mind now, and the same is true for the words that are translated into practical actions and accompanied by it.

"Well done! You didn't discredit the leader. You are worthy of the Guards and worthy of the name of leader! Get out and rest. I will lead people to destroy those nazis now!"

To say that I was moved, I was really moved. The reconnaissance platoon leader, whose face was bleeding and his clothes were stained black and red, even wanted to cry a little bit, but in the end he endured it.

He just gave a deep nod to Malashenko, then turned around again, beckoning the comrades behind him who were walking or being carried to follow him, and walked deep into the area controlled by his side through the street intersection in front of him.

For Malashenko, there is certainly good luck, and it is not just bad news that comes one after another.

The platoon leader of the regimental-level reconnaissance platoon knew the location of his regiment headquarters, while Malashenko knew that the troops Kulbalov brought into the city first were only the strength of one regiment. In other words, the regiment headquarters was the brigade headquarters.

Malashenko, who was familiar with Kulbalov's command style, knew that his capable general would not be able to handle a regiment of troops, and as a result, he had separate brigade headquarters and regiment headquarters.

If there was only one regiment in hand, Kulbalov would definitely merge the brigade headquarters and division headquarters for one reason: to facilitate command.

You only have one regiment in hand, so why talk about being a brigade commander? There is a group and that is the group leader. Kulbalov, who is pragmatist first, is so real and not frivolous.

The actual results later were the same as Malashenko expected.

After being escorted all the way to the front of a tavern where the field headquarters was located, he said goodbye to the young platoon leader and his soldiers who had escorted him all the way.

As soon as he entered the tavern, Malashenko, who didn't even bother to give a basic return gift, immediately started shouting loudly.

He is dressed up like a big-headed tank soldier without even a military rank, but his actual posture is that of a proper major general and division commander. It's really as weird as you want it to be, but it doesn't match up at all but it doesn't make people laugh. It feels somewhat unreasonable.

At least just by looking at this look and this momentum, anyone with a little knowledge would not doubt that this seemingly unattractive big-headed tank soldier is indeed a major general and division commander who can give orders.

"Kurbalov! Human!? Come out to me, Kurbalov!"

If you are not familiar with this place, you can only yell at the top of your lungs. It saves you unnecessary trouble and triviality, and it is simple, efficient, fast and trouble-free.

As soon as Malashenko's "Hedong Lion's Roar" or "Hedong Horse's Roar" came out, a man who was on the phone in the back room shivered when he heard the familiar tone, and stepped on the switch with the sole of his foot, which instantly turned on the electricity. He almost dropped the phone, and immediately put the phone down without saying a word, turned around and ran towards the corridor in the direction of the roar.

"Here! I'm here, comrade division commander, Kurbalov reports!"

Kulbalov could have expected that Malashenko would come. After all, the division commander had such a temper. If he was not on the line of fire when the gunfire started, it would be like Brother Dali not drinking Dali for a day - I feel uncomfortable all over!

However, what Kulbalov did not expect was that the first words Malashenko blurted out without thinking were completely inconsistent with what he expected: "The division commander should ask about the situation of the battle." It could even be said that They are completely opposite and completely different.

"Where's my car? Where's my car? Give me my car quickly, I'm going to crush those nazis!"

""

Okay, after Kurbalov thought about it, Comrade Division Commander's car was indeed in the city.

As for where?

Wait, let Comrade Lao Ku think about it

There are too many pressing matters and troubles at hand, and Kurbalov doesn't have a very clear idea when he suddenly thinks about it.

I can only say that I vaguely remember that it was Jean Iushkin, that bastard, who drove to the next block with his brothers.

correct! I remembered!

As soon as the key word "Iushkin" came to his mind, Kulbalov immediately remembered the whole thing and immediately replied hurriedly to Malashenko.

"Your command vehicle is in the next block, just a few hundred meters away from here. That bastard Iushkin wants to go up to fight as the acting commander, so I have to hold him down. He is so messy! I am not temporary The gunner is assigned to him, and it will cause big trouble for him to be both the gunner and the commander, not to mention it is such an important command vehicle. "

""

Damn it! This little brat dares to mess with my car! Let’s see how I clean up my mess after the war!

That’s what I think in my heart, but I don’t say that with my mouth.

Malashenko, who was in a hurry to do something, wanted to get into the car first. He always felt something was wrong without sitting in the captain's seat. Then he walked quickly towards a command radio placed on the table not far away as far as he could see. This is the standard equipment for each command vehicle at the company level of the headquarters liaison battalion. You can use this thing to summon your own vehicle to come immediately.

As soon as Malashenko took a step forward, Kulbalov followed closely behind him, mumbling about the situation he thought it was necessary to explain to the division commander.

"Comrade Division Commander, I think it is necessary to report the battle situation to you. Do you think you can do it now?"

"No need! You can just take charge here. I can trust you! I will contact you when I get to the front. I'll talk to you later if I need anything."

""

Kulbalov, who was speechless for a moment, could only give up when he heard this.

But neither Kulbalov nor Malashenko expected that there would be a worse situation waiting on the other side after picking up the radio and connecting it.