Chapter 1173: Prologue to the Final Chapter

Malachenko knew that the reinforcements coming to rescue and support him had arrived. They were only a dozen kilometers away and were trying every means to break through the interception of the German blocking forces and fight fiercely with the enemy.

In the face of the powerful offensive of a tank army and an infantry army, Malachenko had reason to believe that it was only a matter of time before the German blocking forces were broken through.

The Germans could not bring more troops to the battle now, otherwise they would not have dragged their stubborn resistance until now.

A very important detail is that from the battle late yesterday to now, Malachenko has not been attacked by any air raids from the German Air Force, and even the shadow of the German Air Force has not been seen.

Such a situation was simply unimaginable in the first few days of the Battle of Kursk. Malachenko suffered from the German air raids in the first few days. There were a few times when he was almost bombed and cursed on the spot. Compared with the current situation where no plane can be seen, this is undoubtedly extremely abnormal and worth pondering.

The Germans did not send planes to carry out air strikes. Malashenko made a comprehensive assessment and inference based on his memories as a time traveler and the actual situation. He felt that this situation could only be because the German air force had reached the end of its strength. It was nothing more than too much loss of manpower or being entangled by its own fighter aviation units, and unable to ensure air supremacy in the theater.

The invisible cruel air battle may be staged in a certain Prokhorovka airspace that he did not know about.

Without the annoying German flies flying around overhead, Malashenko could at least ensure that his troops could hold on for a while longer and try their best to hold on until the arrival of friendly reinforcements. As for whether it would succeed, it was a matter of doing one's best and leaving it to fate.

"Let the comrades get ready, tell Lavrinenko and Kurbalov to hold on! We have no way out behind us, retreating means complete failure. You have to be careful, don't die in the hands of those Germans."

Malachenko didn't want to say these unpleasant words at the last moment before the war, but he was really worried about the disabled body of the political commissar. If he was not surrounded on all sides and someone had to lead the team to command every main attack direction of the Germans, Malachenko would even want the political commissar to stay with him and not leave.

The long-term daily life made Political Commissar Petrov naturally understand what Malachenko wanted to express. It was natural to accept this concern, and the corresponding thing was Political Commissar Petrov's own instructions to Malachenko.

"Instead of worrying about an old man like me, you should worry about yourself first. I bet those fascist lunatics must hate you to the core now."

"Keep your faith and keep fighting alive. Your future will be brighter than anyone I have ever seen in my life. I, a dying man, will not see that day. Even without me, you must continue to walk along this path firmly. There are always things worth fighting for all our lives! Remember this."

Political Commissar Petrov, who knew that he had not much time left, was more affectionate than ever before, just like a dying father who told his children how to deal with everything they might encounter in the distant future and not forget themselves.

Malachenko was not sure whether he could survive this test, and he was even less sure whether he could see Comrade Political Commissar alive again.

All the memories of the journey together instantly emerged in his memory like a flood. Knowing that his eyes were a little wet, Malashenko tried hard not to let some liquid drip down. Whenever he thought that one of the people closest to him was running out of time, he would feel heartbroken, but now he really didn't have more time to worry about it.

Slowly stepped forward and hugged Comrade Political Commissar and Uncle Peter into his arms with a standard bear hug. Malashenko patted Comrade Political Commissar on the back and had nothing to say, even if he had thousands of words in his heart at this moment. In the end, only a sigh of relief and a solemn military salute remained in the memory of each other.

"Go and bring victory to the 1st Heavy Tank Brigade of Stalin's Guards and the heroic Soviet Red Army, Comrade Malashenko."

"I will definitely live up to the heavy responsibility, Comrade Political Commissar."

Malashenko, who had branded Comrade Political Commissar's return gift in his heart, once again set out on the journey with a firm will. He was not afraid of the evil fascists who were about to rush over like a flood.

Everything happened as Malashenko expected. The SS, who were too lazy to even prepare for artillery fire and had no time to waste, began the final general offensive.

The intensity of the offensive and the number of troops involved were simply beyond imagination.

The three SS divisions participating in the siege put all the main forces that could be used at once, and the last position of less than two square kilometers in Malashenko's hands ushered in the most fierce attack.

If the last position based on the village was not too small, with craters and debris scattered everywhere, the tanks and infantry of the brigade would not be able to maneuver if they all pressed forward at once.

Malashenko even felt that these crazy SS soldiers would even dispatch all the tanks and troops at once, and they would die as fast as they could without losing a second. This kind of cruelty was extremely cruel. The frantic encirclement and suppression offensive was unprecedented even in Stalingrad.

"Aim at the Panther at the front and kill it!"

boom--

Amidst the startling sound of artillery, the muzzle fire was once again extremely diffuse. Under Iushkin's precise shooting, the leading Panther tank was once again raised up and hit by violent ammunition, just like most of the previous situations. The body was blown apart in the explosion and restored to the state of parts.

However, the SS infantry and tanks following them were still like a vast sea. The SS armored troops with absolute superiority in strength began to charge at full speed without much exchange of fire. The final attack distance of only 500 to 600 meters was simply There is no suspense about stepping on the accelerator.

The SS armored troops in a high-speed charge only used a cigarette to reach close to the face. Malashenko, who expected such a situation to happen, did not panic at all. The final moment of who will win is about to be revealed. .