Steel Soviet Union

The Japanese army finally chose to surrender, after eating a solid 130mm grenade.

The powerful IS7 main gun fired a single blow and took away more than a dozen Japs in the building in double digits.

The remaining Japanese troops, who were arguing over whether to fight or surrender, took one look at this posture, and then glanced at the tightly packed Russian steel army outside the courtyard.

He knew that there was no point in continuing the fight. He would get nothing except corpses all over the ground.

The Russians can crush their entire army with just a flick of their fingers like crushing an ant.

The sense of death and oppression at the throat made the remaining Japanese soldiers finally gain the upper hand.

What's more, because the squadron leader was killed with a single shot by Kurbalov's commander Che Na, the remaining Japanese soldiers couldn't even choose a person in charge and finally had to put down their guns.

"Stand still! Don't move! Be careful if you dare to move again!"

"You, say you! Raise your hands above your head, raise them high! Now!"

"Search carefully, don't leave any dangerous items behind! Especially on the prisoners!"

Looking at the Japanese prisoners who had filed out of the yard and stood in several rows, they had all lost their weapons and were being searched by the Red Army.

Kulbalov left his command vehicle and walked to the yard with a limp step, witnessing with his own eyes everything that was happening.

In addition to the political commissar who only has one arm in the huge leadership army, another senior commander who is physically disabled and strong-willed is Kulbalov. The sole of his foot that was broken by the German is still worn by a wooden prosthetic leg. shoes instead.

"Reporting to Comrade Division Commander, the main building has been inspected, and no remaining Japanese troops hiding there have been found. There is still a basement that has not yet been inspected, and the soldiers are in progress."

"Well, let's speed up the progress. Comrade Commander has received the news of our victory and is on his way. He will be able to enter the city soon. Let's get everything done before Comrade Commander arrives."

"yes."

Listening to Alsim who came forward to report, Kulbalov, who was interested in the weapons and equipment of the Japanese army, walked forward as he spoke.

Picking up a rifle from the piles of Japanese disarms on the ground, he pulled the bolt and opened the empty chamber.

The bullets contained in it were removed by the Red Army soldiers responsible for inspecting the weapons when they were disarmed to prevent them from misfiring.

He looked around at the rifle with an exaggerated length in his hand. After playing with it for a few times, he lost interest and dropped it to the ground. Kulbalov, who was inspired by the thought back then, spoke quietly.

"These Japanese militarist fanatics, using exaggerated rifles with bayonets that are longer than their height, can actually shoot those Americans with their nostrils in the air flying around? When the war just started, were those Americans? Sleepwalking?"

"The Germans still have at least a dozen armored divisions, but the Japanese defeated the Americans just with this kind of junk and those iron cars?"

With the experience of today's war in hand, Kulbalov has no idea how the Japanese used these rags to beat the arrogant Americans all over the Pacific Ocean. Even the pretentious Mai Paopao was shocked. The idea of ​​escaping in a submarine was quite unbelievable.

When Germany invaded the Soviet Union, it also stormed with 5 million troops. It took the entire country to collect more than a dozen armored divisions before starting the battle.

But the Japanese, with their bow-legged soldiers armed with exaggeratedly long rifles and riding bicycles on two legs, easily beat the Americans to the point where even the top commander fled in a submarine.

Kulbalov couldn't understand how the Americans operated. How the hell could he lose? Still lost like this?

The more I thought about it, the more puzzling it became and I gave up guessing.

I glanced at the pile of weapons on the ground and found that they were all bolt-action rifles of various kinds, plus some broken machine guns with performance that made people shake their heads. There was not a single submachine gun in sight.

I remember what Comrade Commander Comrade personally told me at the time: "Only a small number of elite soldiers are equipped with submachine guns in the Japanese army."

Kulbalov, who felt that the Japanese army was almost primitive compared to the Red Army, shook his head. Just as he was about to turn around and say something to Alsim, he never thought that one of his subordinates, a major, suddenly ran over quickly and opened his mouth to report.

"Reporting to Comrade Division Commander, Comrade Army Commander's convoy has arrived at the city gate and is entering the city."

"What? Comrade Commander is already here? So fast!?"

The moment he received the news from Kulbalov about the complete annihilation of the Japanese army, Malashenko, who had a premonition that he was sure of winning the county seat and had no suspense anymore, immediately set off.

After personally leading the accompanying guard troops across the river, they headed straight towards the county seat.

Along the way, we also passed the remains of the battlefield where the Japanese troops were wiped out. We got out of the car briefly and inspected the soldiers of Kulbalov's command who were cleaning the battlefield.

"The enemy this time is different from before. How do you feel about dealing with the Japanese army? How does their combat effectiveness compare with the previous Nazis?"

Malashenko has always been good at listening to feedback from the grassroots. More often, he will even take the initiative to listen to the voices of grassroots commanders and fighters and ask for their opinions and suggestions.

Even as a time traveler like Malashenko, I already knew how much you Japanese devil weighed.

But Malashenko still wants to hear what the fighters think.

After all, the current leadership army is still very different from the Red Army that swept the Kwantung Army in the August Storm in history.

It is impossible to directly copy and generalize Malashenko's experience as a time traveler. It is obviously necessary to listen to the evaluation and feelings of the soldiers.

"These Japanese are far worse than Nazis, Comrade Commander. They don't even have a decent machine gun. They only have this kind of machine gun that feeds bullets row after row. I don't understand what they are." No matter what you think, this weapon is simply unbelievable.”

"And this, Comrade Commander, look! This Japanese soldier's pistol looks like a German Luger! That's it - damn Suka! This damn thing is jammed again! It can't be pulled. !”

"Our firepower is dozens of times that of the enemy. It is easier to fight these Japanese devils than to fight the Germans' third-rate garrison. The Germans will at least hide and resist and fight to the end, but these Japanese devils, they actually dare to fight in despair Sometimes they rush forward to die, such a large group! It’s like a mass shooting.”

Like a big star, he was surrounded by enthusiastic soldiers. He picked up the newly captured Japanese weapons and introduced all kinds of freshest battlefield experiences.

Malashenko, who responded with a warm smile, was also in high spirits. He shook hands with the soldiers one by one and returned gifts. He even left his signature on the notebooks handed over by several soldiers. His hands were busy from beginning to end. Never stopped.

"Comrade General, I would like to take a photo for commemoration and news reporting. Is it possible?"

The Pravda war correspondent who accompanied Malashenko keenly captured this precious opportunity. He took out the camera he carried with him and signaled that he wanted to take a photo of Malashenko and the soldiers.

"Okay! Take a photo, Comrade Commander, take a photo with us!"

"Yes! Give each of the comrades a photo to keep as a souvenir!"

"Great! This is a photo with Comrade Commander, my mother will be proud of me!"

Malashenko's popularity among the Red Army has long been well-known, especially among grassroots commanders and fighters.

If we insist on saying that the Red Army also has "top stars", even if Malashenko is not the strongest among them, he can definitely break into the top three on the list.

Just having Malashenko's signature is a big deal. It's a great honor to be able to brag about it to your comrades and relatives while drinking Votegar at the wine table.

The opportunity to take a photo with the comrade commander was right in front of him. The enthusiastic soldiers immediately started "booing", and Malashenko, who could not resist the hospitality, naturally smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Comrade General, can you step to the side? There are too many enemy corpses in the viewfinder, which is a bit unsightly. Comrades, please stand a little to the left."

He was already smiling and posing among the soldiers. Hearing the words of the reporter comrade, he subconsciously turned his head to look.

Malashenko, who did not take the huge amount of Japanese corpses seriously at all, discovered that there was a temporary pile of Japanese corpses about ten meters behind him.

The corpses of Japanese soldiers in different forms of death were piled up in layers like sacks in a market. At a quick glance, it was estimated that the pile must be at least one meter high, covering an area of ​​hundreds of square meters.

Such a pile of Japanese corpses must be at least three digits in number. The number of Japanese troops that were annihilated here not long ago is more than this, which is just the tip of the iceberg.

As for why the corpses of the Japanese were piled up, the reason is very simple.

After digging the hole, just drive the tank over, hang up the steel minesweeper shovel that played a huge role in the surprise attack on the Moltke Bridge, dig the tip of the shovel into the soil and push it forward, it doesn't matter how you do it. Ten or hundreds of Japanese corpses all fell into the pit and got out.

There is no need to throw the Japanese corpses into the pit one by one with bare hands, which not only saves time but also saves manpower. It is very convenient, fast and extremely efficient.

Looking at such a mountain of Japanese corpses, it was indeed a sight to behold. Malashenko, who nodded in agreement, immediately moved aside with his soldiers to avoid the pile of Japanese corpses, leaving behind the relatively empty battlefield ruins. Take a group photo.

"Why are there dozens of horses over there? Where did they come from?"

After taking a group photo with the soldiers, he was about to get in the car and leave. Before leaving, Malashenko's hand was on the door handle of the car and he saw it.

Not far away, there was actually a group of horses gathered together. They were just grazing with their heads down and chewing the grass. They didn't care that there were a huge number of fishy-smelling corpses of the devils piled up around them. It seemed that these beasts were indeed worse than humans. Depending on the occasion.

"Comrade Commander, they were left behind after the Japanese army was wiped out."

"Most of the war horses were killed in the battle, and only a few dozen of them are still alive, and some of them are injured. Our army does not have any troops using horses. Fortunately, there are a few soldiers who know how to raise horses. I’ve put them together for now, but I don’t know what to do next.”

After hearing the answer of the major who was in charge of the on-site command, Malashenko, who frowned and thought about it, immediately spoke.

“How long have those horses been dead since they were killed?”

"It didn't take too long. Most of them died less than an hour ago, and some even less than half an hour ago."

"Um"

When he heard that the dead horse was quite fresh and could be considered live meat, Malashenko made up his mind and immediately gave the order.

"In this way, we can dispose of the dead horses, load them into trucks and drive them into the county town, and distribute the horse meat to local civilians."

"So many dead horses can at least cut off several tons of meat. It would be a pity to throw it away in vain. We don't eat this stuff for food, but the local civilians are different. They may not be able to eat it for a year and a half. Just take care of these people who have been devastated by the invaders."

Having experienced the unbearable years of hunger during the war, he could completely sympathize with the words of the comrade commander, and the major who responded immediately accepted the order.

"Besides, there is no need to kill the live horse. Since it is still alive, it has another use."

"We don't even have a single horse in the army, so there's no need to keep them ourselves. Take these horses to the county and give them to the civilians. Even if they don't work well, they can be used to work in the fields and plow the land to grow food. They are more powerful than cattle. There are fewer cattle than cattle, so it would be a pity not to use them to cultivate the land.”

In other words, of all the Japanese cavalry present, no one could breathe.

If there really were any Japanese cavalry alive to hear Malashenko's words, even if they had half a breath left, they would be so angry that they would die on the spot, vomiting blood and die suddenly.

The carefully trained war horses were taken to work in the fields to pull goods. The Kwantung Army themselves were not so rich, and they had never been so arrogant in their dreams.

The Japanese army also couldn't understand the concept of the leader's army being completely mechanized and not needing even half a war horse to fight and work.

Malashenko, who had no regard for the war horses of the Kwantung Army, got in the car and left after giving the order. The convoy that continued to advance soon reached the city gate.

Looking at the flags of the leadership army that have been raised high on the building at the city gate and fluttering in the wind, as well as the Red Army soldiers standing guard under the city wall. Malashenko, who signaled that it was over, ordered the convoy not to drive into the city anymore, and to just walk all the way to the county town.

Only by walking down-to-earth step by step can Malashenko slowly appreciate this long-lost intimacy and familiarity. Sitting in the car, he lost that taste.

The first thing I saw after getting out of the car was the city gate in front of me that had been smashed into pieces. It was so rotten that it fell to the ground.

Wondering what had caused the city gate to be hit like this, and not knowing whether it was the work of the powerful IS7 dump truck, Malashenko even stepped forward to check it out out of curiosity.

Just when he fell to the ground and scored, the belated Kulbalov arrived with his team. After greetings, Malashenko immediately smiled and spoke.

"Come on, take me to see those Japanese devils. I want to see what these bastards will be like after they surrender."

Sorry for the delay, guys. The software crashed while I was typing, which took some time. There should be more updates tomorrow.