Chapter 1177 Is There Still Hope?

Hearing that the two people who were most important to him and whom he cared about the most were fine, Malashenko felt relieved for a moment.

The news that the brigade headquarters was destroyed by those SS bastards was indeed bad, and the bad news that the communications director and the chief of staff were dead and seriously injured was even worse.

But compared to these, Malashenko did not have any extra time to waste. What was more important was to find a way to contact his superiors and the reinforcements.

Malashenko, whose entire unit had already reached the last moment, was now eager to know whether he had any hope of continuing to fight. If the reinforcements dragged on and wasted even a little more time, he might really have to take his brothers to report to Comrade Lenin.

"Who is responsible for the current communications? Where are the other people in the communications company? Are there any alive??"

The battlefield was filled with all kinds of eardrum-bursting noises, and everything that happened around him forced Malashenko to raise his voice to the maximum, like a lion roaring in the east.

The captain of the guard company who was caught by Malashenko and asked questions blinked his eyes. He needed some time to carefully analyze and identify what the brigade commander said. A mortar shell that exploded in his ear not long ago had already blown his ears.

"The rest of the communication company has been put into battle, brigade commander! The defense line was in urgent need of help twice just now! The 9th Guards Airborne Division is in charge of the communication now. Their division headquarters is over there. We should be able to get in touch with the outside world by going there!"

The captain of the guard company, who was leaning against the trench with one hand covering his helmet, raised his other arm and pointed to the direction described in Malashenko's words.

Looking in the direction of the captain's finger, Malashenko immediately found a small house with half of its roof cut off by a shell at the focus of his eyes.

There were several wooden poles with antennas tied to them in the courtyard around the house, which was enough for Malashenko to confirm that this house was the one he was looking for.

"Varosha!"

"Here, Comrade Brigade Commander!"

Malachenko, who always commanded tank operations, had no guards around him. Major Valosha knew this very well. From the retreat just now to now, Major Valosha had been personally guarding Malachenko.

So when Malachenko called out his name, Major Valosha, who was waiting not far from Malachenko, rushed over immediately.

"Take your troops to defend here! No matter how crazy those fascist bastards are, they can't be let go. Do you understand?"

"Understood! Comrade Brigade Commander!"

Malachenko, who patted Major Valosha on the shoulder, immediately stood up and started running towards the headquarters of the 9th Guards Airborne Division, which was only a hundred meters away.

Ivushkin, Kirill and Seryosha saw Malachenko running away, looked at each other and immediately followed Malachenko's footsteps and followed him.

Seeing that there were people protecting Malashenko, Major Varosha was relieved. He turned around and held the German MG42 general-purpose machine gun in his hand again, opened the bipod, set it on the trench in front of him, and started firing immediately.

"Bullets! Get me some German machine gun bullets, and give me an ammunition man, quickly!"

The SS, who had already approached the last kilometer of assault distance, was venting firepower frantically. The light mortars that could be carried with them were almost on the faces of the Soviet army and bombarded continuously.

The mortar shells that fell one after another exploded like raindrops, and Malashenko, whose ears were full of the whimpering and whistling of mortar shells, was like a rabbit.

On the one hand, he had to try his best to keep a coquettish position and keep his body low to avoid being hit by bullets or shrapnel, and on the other hand, he had to observe the surrounding situation with his eyes and ears to avoid being hit directly on the top of the head by the German shells.

Such tedious operations made Malashenko suffer a lot. Malashenko, who always commanded troops to charge in steel tanks, almost forgot when he was in such an embarrassing situation last time. Anyway, it must have been a long time.

"Hoo, hoo, fuck your mother's Germans!"

He ran all the way with his back bent and finally jumped into the cover of the wall after a leap. While breathing heavily against the broken wall that was less than half a person's height, Malashenko did not forget to greet those damn Germans.

He just took a breath with his worn-out Suomi submachine gun in his arms, and the three Iushkins who followed Malashenko rushed over and fell against the wall together. Iushkin, who was next to Malashenko, immediately asked questions with rapid breathing.

"Do you think we still have hope? Will the reinforcements arrive in time?"

"If I knew, I wouldn't have come here. I'd have known if I had asked."

Holding Suomi in his arms, Malashenko took a last breath, supported himself with one hand, and stood up again with a somersault. He replied to Iushkin and then started running again.

"Damn it, I haven't run as much as I did today in the past month! Hurry up and catch up with him, let's go!"

The three of Iushkin hurriedly hurried behind, while Malashenko, who was at the front, was the first to fly forward, slamming open the door of the house with his shoulder and instantly entering the house without even saying hello. Take a beating.

"Don't shoot! One of our own is Brigadier Malashenko!"

Staggering into the room and raising his head, Malashenko realized that there were seven or eight Red Army soldiers in front of him who were picking up their weapons and aiming at him, or in other words, aiming in the direction of the door.

No wonder, if the scene of artillery shells and bullets flying outside was still in the yard, it would be pure courting of death. Rather than being bombed outside and waiting to be killed by stray bullets flying from nowhere, it might be a good idea to go inside and stay alert.

"Where is your division commander? Where is Commander Suvorov? I want to see him immediately!"

A group of highly alert Red Army soldiers put away their weapons and put down their guns. The leader, a second lieutenant, immediately answered Malashenko's question.

"In the cellar, Brigadier Malashenko! It's too dangerous to stay in the house. There happens to be a cellar in this house. We moved the headquarters there. The division commander and political commissar comrades are all down there. I will take you there right now. , please come with me!”