Chapter 1027 Let Time Bear Witness

Malachenko actually received the order to go to the Voronezh Front after dinner that day.

At that time, Malachenko had just finished eating half a can of American luncheon meat, and was using a sharpened twig as a toothpick to pick up the residue in his teeth while looking at the logistics report that had just been delivered. The political commissar who received the telegram rushed to him with big strides, reached out and slapped the telegram on the table in front of Malachenko.

"Good news! We are going to act, and the order from the superiors has been conveyed."

"Are we going to act!?"

Malachenko, who was slightly surprised, even forgot that the toothpick was still stuck in his teeth, blinked at the political commissar, and then immediately grabbed the telegram paper on the table in front of him and placed it in front of him. The content recorded on it was only a few short sentences, and the telegram was signed from the General Staff of the Red Army.

As for the content, it only meant to immediately leave for the Voronezh Front Command to report.

"Hey, the General Staff sent us a telegram directly? Did they make a mistake?"

Although the facts were clear, Malashenko still found it a little unbelievable. It was indeed a little unexpected that the General Staff sent a telegram directly to issue an order.

"That's not the point, Malashenko. The point is that we have to act now and report to the Voronezh Front Command as soon as possible. This is the point of the order!"

Political Commissar Petrov was right. Although Malashenko was a little surprised, he could at least distinguish the priorities at the moment.

"Notify the cadres above the battalion level to come to the brigade headquarters for a meeting. All political and military cadres should attend! You prepare to make the final mobilization before departure, and I will be responsible for reading the order. Oh, by the way, send someone to call Lavrinenko back. He should still be on the training ground. The self-propelled howitzer battalion has been training for a whole day."

"No problem, I'll do it right away."

When the direct dispatch order from the General Staff arrived, it was already night, so Malashenko did not issue an order for the troops to set off immediately.

The army is getting bigger and bigger, and a lot of jars and cans can't be taken away immediately. It takes some time to sort and prepare.

Standing in front of the makeshift conference table at the brigade headquarters and scanning the subordinates below, Malashenko is sure that he can read the excitement in everyone's eyes. The entire Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade has been waiting for this day for too long, and everyone vowed to let those Nazi fascists taste the taste of the Red Army's iron fist.

"I understand your feelings, comrades, but after the mobilization speech by the political commissar, I have something to say to you all."

"There is no doubt that what awaits our Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade not far ahead will be a bloody battle!"

"The opponents we will face will be the most elite heavy armored cluster forces in the entire German army. They not only have the Wehrmacht that is already commonplace, but also those bloody SS executioners who kill without blinking an eye! This group of demons who kill without blinking an eye may not be considered real soldiers, but they are a group of extremely brave and aggressive armed groups! They are even better than the army in terms of killing expertise!"

"Here, I All political and military cadres above the battalion level are required to fully convey the spirit of this meeting to subordinate units at all levels. All comrades must fully realize what kind of opponents are waiting for us ahead. We must not underestimate the enemy in the slightest, and we must not look down on the opponent just because we are the Stalin Guards First Heavy Tank Brigade!

Malashenko's speech was serious and earnest. None of the political and military cadres present at the meeting were distracted. They all focused their attention on their brigade commander and pricked up their ears.

"My intuition tells me that the battle that will break out next will be more tragic than any battle that any of us have encountered in the past! The Germans have gathered their last strategic offensive force. This will be the last dark frenzy before dawn, and what we have to do is to turn into an unyielding wall and smash all the enemy's wishful thinking! ”

“Many of us are destined to sacrifice, not only soldiers and tank soldiers, but also all the commanders and fighters, political workers, and even Deputy Brigade Commander Lavrinenko, Political Commissar Petrov, and me. But if our sacrifice can bring the final victory of this battle, I believe that the answer of all of us here will be no regrets! ”

“Let those Nazi fascist running dogs come more fiercely! The blazing smoke from the wreckage of their tanks will tell people far away that the Red Army has won! Their heads will make more brilliant honors engraved on our chests, and the blood of sacrifice will be exchanged for a brighter red great flag! ”

“Stalin’s First Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, crush all enemies in front of us! Let those stupid fascist running dogs know whose land they are standing on now! ”

“Victory will eventually belong to us, to the entire Red Army! For victory, Ura! "

Although it was not wartime, all the people present were so excited by Malashenko's impassioned speech that they stood up immediately as if they were charging the enemy.

"Kill all these fascist running dogs! Ura!!!"

"Let them taste the power of our new tanks!"

"Send them to see their Kaiser! Long live Comrade Stalin!"

When the noise and enthusiasm faded, the noisy brigade returned to silence.

After finishing the minutes of the last meeting, Political Commissar Petrov glanced at his watch. It was almost twelve o'clock in the evening. Malashenko, who was looking through the logistics report on another table not far away, was still working.

"Did you mean what you said in the meeting just now?"

"What do you mean?"

There were only a few people who insisted on working in the brigade. Malashenko certainly knew who the political commissar was talking to.

"Are you referring to my speech to boost everyone's morale, or my prediction of the battle situation?"

Facing Malashenko's question, Political Commissar Petrov, who still held the pen in his hand, paused for a moment.

"I think it should be the latter."

Huh——

The fading echo dissipated in Malashenko's sigh and the sound of closing the file. Some facts that cannot be expressed can only be explained by the words "can only be understood but not expressed in words".

"Maybe it will be true, let time witness it."