Steel Soviet Union

"Attention commanders of all vehicle crews, squads, battalions, companies, and platoons! I am Malashenko, your comrade division commander, fighting side by side with you anytime and anywhere. I am holding a radio in my hand to talk directly to each of you. Listen carefully."

"What we are facing now is a desperate enemy who is stubbornly resisting. If they are unwilling to surrender, then we will give them complete destruction."

"You are allowed to use all power and all means to fight with the goal of destroying every inch of land in this neighborhood where Nazi militants stand. Use all weapons that can be fired, use your maximum firepower, and destroy the motherland for us. Every artillery piece and every ammunition produced will be poured into the enemy's face, giving them death!"

"Writing history here in the name of the great leader Comrade Stalin, let the enemy witness with his own eyes the greatest industrial creation from the motherland. Send those nazis to hell to meet their perishing comrades! We will step on the smoking na Pure corpses lead to victory! Charge the enemy, hurrah!”

When Malashenko's inspiring words were delivered in the form of radio waves to the leadership division, the radio station had been spread to every siege unit and every combat group at the squad level.

The Kulbalov brigade, which was already full of morale, was once again injected with a surge of blood. The passionate war cry that made the ears of the German soldiers numb and the whole body trembled instantly echoed in every corner of the street battlefield. Through the sky.

"For the motherland, long live the leader! Comrades, attack! Ula!!!"

The German army, which was already entangled in despair, now faced the overwhelming trembling and fear of Mount Tai.

The "crazy Russians" wielded all the weapons that could be fired, driving the steel behemoths that had broken free from their cages, shouting heart-stopping war cries and killing them all the way.

Following the orders of the comrade of the division commander, most of the German garrison buildings along the street were not even able to fight with the Red Army soldiers who rushed into the buildings as they had done a few days ago, or even more during the Stalingrad period.

Those roaring and roaring flying explosives of 122mm starting, 152mm uncapped, and 310mm large-capacity tubes became the final sonata for the funeral of these German soldiers who had not even seen what the enemy looked like.

Whirring whirring--

Boom boom boom——

Rumble——

Killing cries and war cries had already resounded over the battlefield and echoed for a long time, but the ferocious roar erupted by the industrial masterpiece created by the Soviet war machine was even more terrifying.

If the 122 doesn't blow up, go to the 152. If the 152 doesn't blow up, go to the 310. If the 310 doesn't blow up, fire another half-box salvo.

When you feel that the enemy's fortifications and bunkers cannot be conquered, don't blame the enemy for being too difficult to deal with. Find the reason within yourself first.

There is no fortification and bunker target that cannot be dealt with. It does not exist. If you find it difficult, it is because you lack firepower. There is only one simple and true reason.

In just half an hour, it was a battle to clean up the remaining enemies. Malashenko, who was pressed for time, increased the firepower to a level of firepower that had never been seen in the past few days.

The top batch of heavy firepower technical weapons of the Kurbalov Brigade, with an unprecedented equipment density, were almost all concentrated in the battle to clean up the remaining enemies in the streets, with full firepower.

It is no exaggeration to say that the various types of artillery shells fired every minute on the current neighborhood battlefield are more than the number of infantrymen put into this battle by the leading division, and they are much more.

Faced with a ferocious attack by a barrage of artillery shells that was several times the number of the enemy, the Germans, who had originally hoped to use the buildings on the streets to delay time, could find a way to hold on until dark and then use the cover of night to break out of the encirclement, until now. Only then did he realize that his idea had been impossible to realize from the beginning.

The Russians on the opposite side knew exactly what they wanted to do, and had no intention of letting it succeed.

Looking at the desperate hellish scene outside the broken window frame, listening to the explosions and machine gun fire one after another in my ears, and feeling the desperate cries of our own soldiers as they die getting closer and clearer. , and took one last look at the division team standing around him, who had never given up from the beginning to the end.

An arm had been broken off by the Russian shelling, and his face was covered in blood. He was still wearing half a bandage, and he could barely stand with the help of his adjutant. The Lieutenant General of the Wehrmacht took a deep breath, and at the final moment, he could barely stand. For everyone standing here, it is already here.

"Telegram to the Berlin garrison headquarters, dear Führer."

"The 6th Infantry Division of the National Defense Forces has tried its best in several days of continuous fighting, fighting fiercely to the last moment with a powerful enemy whose strength is several times stronger than ours, ensuring that it fulfills its oath under the military flag and faithfully fulfills the will of the head of state. "

"Our troops are now out of ammunition, without support, with all personnel and technical equipment destroyed in the battle. We are surrounded by the enemy's elite 1st Guards Tank Division, the 'Stalin' Division, in a corner of the south block of the city."

"Our unit is being annihilated and is preparing to gather the last strength to launch a counterattack against the enemy. Please do not reply to the telegram. We are burning documents and destroying radio stations. Some of the troops that have successfully broken through must inherit the honor of the 6th Infantry Division and continue to defend Berlin. Fight, may loyalty and honor always be with the German soldiers.”

"Commander of the 6th Infantry Division of the Wehrmacht, Lieutenant General Otto Hermann Adolf Bruck."

When the last rays of the setting sun sank into the horizon, Malashenko stepped onto the scorched earth that was still warm under his feet and came to the ruins of the battlefield in the neighborhood, looking around.

Looking at this ruined place without a trace of life among the ruins, everything as far as the eye can see is bricks, rubble and ruins. I can't say I am very surprised by what I got today, but at least I am satisfied with the pass. Ke then raised the corner of his mouth.

"Cherish this last chance to survive, you scumbags, I will send you all to hell to keep you company before long."

Malashenko, who got off the captain's seat of his IS7 and had just wandered around the ruins twice, was about to check on the wounded and inquire about the details of the battle damage, which was said to be not that big.

Alsim, who had never expected to be arranged by him to lead the team to rest early, suddenly ran towards him in a hurry, holding something in his hand and looking excited.

"Didn't I ask you to lead the team down to rest? Why are you here again?"

Malashenko, who felt that his order had been "disobeyed", looked unhappy, at least he looked "displeased".

But Alsim, who looked excited, didn't care about this at this time, and quickly handed a piece of dusty torn paper in his hand to Malashenko.

"Read this first, Comrade Commander. I can't read German, but I read it over and over again and it's so interesting! Please read it quickly."

"Um?"

Malashenko, who looked doubtful and interested at the same time, took the torn paper handed over by Alsim, raised his hand, took a closer look and found that it was indeed very interesting.

The thing in Malashenko's hand was none other than the handwritten manuscript of the Wehrmacht Lieutenant General's "Death Death". Who knows why this thing was not destroyed and ended up in Alsim's hands again, but now it is in his own hands.

"Where did you get this? Where is the person who wrote this? Have you caught him?"

When Malashenko asked, Alsim scratched the back of his head and began to recall the details and spoke.

"I found this thing among the ruins. When we were checking to see if there were any Germans alive, there was only one arm left buried in the ruins, holding this thing in my hand. When I took it off, I didn't expect it to be there. It’s very interesting, so I sent it to you.”

"I haven't seen the person who wrote this thing. He was probably buried under the ruins and smashed into meat patties. I heard that the broken building was completely destroyed by a direct hit from a TOS-1 salvo. I think even if he was killed When you dig it out, it’s just meat and paste, so why not save some energy and keep cooking it tomorrow?”

"Oh, interesting"

Malashenko, who couldn't help but laugh when hearing Alsim's narration, was quite satisfied. He looked at the "destructive manuscript" in his hand, folded it, put it away, and put it in his pocket.

"I guess the German guy may not have received this telegram. I bet there is probably no time to send it out. Our newspaper comrades have a big article to do tonight and have to work overtime."