Chapter 1113 Bad News on Radio Waves

The sound of gunfire and the roar of tanks on the battlefield became more and more intense and harsh. Political Commissar Petrov was extremely busy sorting out the documents on the table at hand. He had to prepare for the worst case scenario that the German army would not get the confidential documents and intelligence.

When it really came to the last moment, Political Commissar Petrov did not hesitate to throw all the documents he had been keeping with him into the fire barrel and burn them clean.

The 1st Heavy Tank Brigade of Stalin's Guards was a direct unit at the front level. There were too many front-level secrets involved in the telegrams and documents that were exchanged on weekdays. Once these things fell into the hands of the German army, the consequences would be disastrous. Political Commissar Petrov, who had a firm belief, would not let these things fall into the hands of the Germans even if he died generously.

"Sort out all the backup logistical documents for me, prepare the fire barrels, and be ready to burn these things at any time according to my orders!"

Political Commissar Petrov's assistant is a college student who has never fought against the enemy. He has only been in office for half a year. However, this happened after the Battle of Stalingrad and during the expansion and reorganization of the troops.

When I first came to the First Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, the troops had not yet received the honorary title of the Supreme Leader.

Sasha, who has a very common name, came with strong yearning. He had heard that he was about to serve in the troops led by the tank hero Comrade Malashenko. His friends who received basic recruit training together envied him, and of course Sasha himself thought so.

Not being sent to participate in the battle made Sasha, who was full of blood and ambition, a little disappointed at first.

After Political Commissar Petrov took him in as an assistant and personally gave him two ideological and political classes, Sasha, who was still a young boy, immediately admired Political Commissar Petrov. His admiration was higher than that of his university tutor. However, Sasha, who always obeyed the words of the Political Commissar and did more than he said, was a little confused this time.

"Comrade Political Commissar, can we really not defeat those Germans? Don't we have so many tanks and trucks? Why don't we retreat immediately?"

If an ordinary person asked such an idiotic question, he would definitely be scolded by the Political Commissar, and might even be punished to sweep the toilet for a few days. This is already an old tradition of Stalin's First Heavy Tank Brigade.

But knowing that this young assistant had never fought the enemy with real swords and guns, it was inevitable that he would be shaken and uneasy when he encountered such a big crisis for the first time.

Commissar Petrov, who understood this mentality, did not intend to punish Sasha, but the necessary reminders and explanations still had to be emphasized.

"Do you think the Germans attacked faster or we retreated faster?"

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Sasha, who was holding a stack of documents in his hand, remained silent. He obviously could not answer the question raised by Commissar Petrov.

"Or, is it right for our brigade to retreat alone and leave the friendly 9th Guards Airborne Division to be destroyed by the German tanks?"

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Sasha still remained silent, but he had already felt that he might have naively thought wrong again, just like many times before.

"Since the answers to both questions are negative, we can only hold on here and find a way to repel the Germans who are determined to bite us, and then take action after getting rid of the burden. There is no hope of retreating on the open grassland under the pursuit of the Germans. There have been too many such things in 1941, but you have never had the opportunity to witness it with your own eyes." Sasha lowered his head and put down the stack of documents in his hand. After thinking for a moment, he raised his head again and spoke to Political Commissar Petrov again. "Comrade Political Commissar, then we will definitely be able to defeat the enemy, right? We are the most elite tank troops with the honorary title of the Supreme Leader Comrade. Those fascist fanatics cannot defeat us!" When people are desperate or facing unsatisfactory, they are always willing to believe in those ideal and beautiful things from their subjective will. In most cases, they choose to believe in hope. Hearing these words, Political Commissar Petrov, who unconsciously stopped working, also stared and sighed slightly after a moment, but his tone when he spoke again was still as firm as before. "Yes, we will win the final victory in the battle, but before that, be prepared for the worst failure."

"The conversation ends here. Hurry up and sort out what I want for me. Hurry!"

After hearing the order emphasized by Political Commissar Petrov, Sasha remained silent and immediately lowered his head to do things.

Putting the stack of documents he had sorted out in his hand into the file bag on the table and placing it on the table, Political Commissar Petrov was about to walk to the lookout post and raise the telescope to see the battle situation on the position.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the communications director who had been busy directing in front of the radio station suddenly ran in with a freshly baked telegram.

"Comrade Political Commissar, the front headquarters called back!"

It was called a call back because the headquarters of Stalin's 1st Heavy Tank Brigade had just sent a telegram to the front commander Vatutin less than ten minutes ago.

The content of the telegram was roughly that Stalin's 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade was ready to retreat as ordered, together with the 9th Guards Airborne Division. But now they were facing the enemy: the entanglement of the Waffen SS Guards Flag Division, and they could not escape. They had to retreat safely after repelling this wave of enemy attacks, otherwise they could only be annihilated by the enemy in the movement.

So now they received a telegram from the front headquarters, which was undoubtedly a reply.

Looking at the communication director's face, Political Commissar Petrov felt something was wrong and did not say a word. He immediately stretched out his hand and took the telegram paper handed to him and placed it in front of him.

However, the content of the telegram paper made Political Commissar Petrov, who had read it quickly at a glance, shake on the spot, and his hand holding the telegram paper almost shook and dropped the object in his palm to the ground.

"Comrade Political Commissar! Are you okay?"

The communications director and Sasha's words of concern and concern almost sounded at the same time. Especially as an assistant, Sasha knew that Political Commissar Petrov had been taking medicine almost every day recently. It was prescribed by the American doctor Karachev in the field hospital.

Sasha didn't know what medicine it was, but he knew that the Political Commissar would only take it when no one else could see him, and he was strictly ordered not to spread it, especially not to let Comrade Brigade Commander know about it, and he must keep it confidential.

Thinking of Comrade Political Commissar taking medicine every day recently, combined with the unexpected scene in front of him, Sasha, who was strictly speaking a kind-hearted boy, was really afraid that Comrade Political Commissar would have a big problem with his health and fall down. In that case, how would such a big brigade operate?

Sasha didn't dare to think about it at all, and was even more unwilling to believe that such a thing would happen.

Fortunately, the commissar, whose body was only shaken, was no longer abnormal. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, held his forehead with his hands, and when he opened them again, his eyes were still as clear as ever.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Political Commissar Petrov, who thought that the worst situation had finally happened, could not imagine how the Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade, which was already in a very passive and difficult situation, could hold on to resist the siege of three elite SS divisions before the arrival of reinforcements.