Steel Soviet Union

"Just right?"

Now it was Lavrinenko's turn to look confused. This old tank soldier ace, who had already won the Hero of the Soviet Union award on Malashenko's recommendation, really couldn't figure out why his old buddy and old classmate were put aside. This is what you would say at this time.

"Wait a minute, do you have any other plans next? Isn't it over yet?"

Malashenko, who was right next to Lavrinenko, stopped looking up at the sky, and then smiled.

"bingo."

"What do you do now?"

Lavrinenko asked immediately.

"Now? Now it's time to give the nazis a little Slavic pressure and let them know that their time to live is like something in an hourglass, and it is constantly passing on the countdown."

""

There was no need for Lavrinenko to ask further questions. Malashenko's next deployment was quickly revealed in full.

The leading division will launch another attack, which is a bit surprising to Lavrinenko. He originally thought that Malashenko was not going to take action today.

"After lunch, the troops on the actual contact lines resumed the offensive. The Germans have been allowed to linger all morning, and now it is time to urge them to stand up and move around."

“However, one thing needs to be noted. The subsequent offensive does not have a clear actual tactical goal and is a pure pressure offensive.

"Each unit fights how they usually do. Let's continue now and push as far forward as possible. The speed and results are not forced. The important thing is to make the Germans feel the pressure. If they don't make a choice, then we will force them to make it. choice to let them know they have very little time left to answer the questions.”

"If nothing else happens, we will be able to start further operations soon. This wave of pressure offensive should not last too long. Be prepared to disengage with the enemy at any time, and don't get too entangled."

To be honest, at this point, Lavrinenko can no longer figure out what Malashenko's next "mysterious plan" is.

Although it can be guessed that some purpose may be achieved by putting pressure on the Nazis, it is limited to this. Lavrinenko cannot think of the specific purpose.

On the surface, it seems that this pressure offensive is used to urge the Germans to consider the surrender leaflets and surrender quickly.

But, precisely because he was very familiar with Malashenko, Lavrinenko vaguely felt that Malashenko's purpose could not be so simple.

If we look at Malashenko's way of dealing with people and the plans he has formulated purely in a superficial way, then the high probability of overturning is almost certain.

This is the empirical conclusion that Lavrinenko has drawn after getting along with Malashenko for so long, and Lavrinenko finally believes that it will be the same this time.

War is dynamic and military is uncertain.

Therefore, Lavrinenko does not intend to dig into the details like a curious baby. He only needs to know that he still unconditionally trusts his good brother and is willing to do anything to cooperate with his plan. He firmly believes that the hard work will be rewarded and the direction will be fulfilled. Victory, that's enough.

Following the issuance of Malashenko's order, soon after lunch, the participating troops of the leadership division resumed their swift and fierce offensive on the contact line where artillery fire roared and smoke billowed, and they launched a fierce offensive against those who did not know what was going on in their minds. The German Arrancar, who was thinking about something now, attacked.

It had been more than an hour since the battle started. Malashenko, who had become accustomed to taking command in recent days, felt a little itchy in his hands and wanted to kill a few Nazis to relieve his addiction.

Of course, Malashenko is not the only one who is addicted to butchering.

The entire 177 crew, including the commander Malashenko, has been in a state of "if I don't do it for a day, I feel uncomfortable!" these days.

I had nothing to do and it was impossible to act without a commander. I was so idle that I serviced IS7 No. 177 for the fifth time. Iushkin couldn't find anything else to do, so he ran over. When I came to the headquarters, I chatted with Comrade Commander, whom I had not seen for many days and missed him very much.

"When are we going to go have sex? This is really frustrating Sukka."

Malashenko, who was looking at the map and eating sunflower fruits or melon seeds, responded without hesitation when he heard these words.

"Why are you so anxious? Once I finish the things at hand, if everything goes well, I will take you directly to the Capitol."

"???"

"Fuck! Are you serious?"

Turning to look at Iushkin's expression of disbelief and shock, the amused Malashenko shook his head and continued.

"Didn't I tell you everything? If things go well, don't we still know whether things go well or not?"

""

The confused Iushkin thought that there must be something going on here, and whether he needed or should ask more questions, but he didn't have time to speak at the moment.

On the side, Malashenko had already stood up and came to the window. He raised his telescope and looked at the distant smoke and artillery fire in the city. Then he turned back to the table and compared it with the map, and made a rough calculation. The current advancement distance of each siege team and looked at the time on the watch.

After a moment of nodding secretly, Kurbalov appeared as he walked into the room holding a newspaper that had just been released.

"The battle is going smoothly, Comrade Division Commander. The feedback from several main blocks is correct. The Neva River siege team that has made the best progress has advanced more than one kilometer. On average, every 10 minutes, they can attack the enemy. The occupied area has been advanced 200 meters in depth, faster than previously expected.”

He held the table with both hands and stared at the map, listening to Kulbalov's briefing on the battle situation while pointing at the map and describing it.

Malashenko, who was more concerned with some specific details, then spoke quietly.

"Then it means that the enemy's fighting will has changed? The resistance is not as resolute as before? Is this what you mean?"

Advancing an average of 200 meters every 10 minutes may sound like a snail's pace, but you must know that this is a street fight, house by house, house by house.

Fighting in this environment, any commander can say that his troops can advance more than one kilometer in depth into an enemy with densely defended troops in one hour. This must be a pleasure for everyone, including Malashenko and Qiang Ru. Troops like the Leader Division are no exception.

"Yes, that can indeed be said."

"After we carried out airdrops of leaflets and destroyed the zoo air defense tower earlier, the enemy's mentality and fighting will seemed to have changed. Some soldiers at the front said that they even heard the enemy quarreling."

"The soldiers captured the first floor and heard the voices arguing in German on the second floor shouting at the top of their lungs. The greater the pressure, the more intense the quarrels became. The sounds on the battlefield were too complicated to be heard clearly, but several key words were the same, like " It’s meaningless,” “You’ll die if you continue like this,” and “Why can’t you live?” are all recurring themes.”