Chapter 1178 Tiger Enters the Village

Malachenko thought his condition was bad enough, but he never expected that Suvorov was in a worse condition than him.

Looking at the miserable state of the head wrapped in bandages like a dumpling, with another bandage hanging on his shoulder and his right arm hanging up, Malachenko could not help but wonder how Suvorov got into this state.

"Comrade commander, how did you become like this?"

Looking at the surprised face of Malachenko in front of him, Suvorov, who was covered in mud and blood, just smiled awkwardly.

"I just went to the position, and the fascist shells exploded less than ten meters away from me. If my guard hadn't held my shoulders in time and I lay down in the trench, you might only see a corpse now."

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Fortunately, the injury of Division Commander Suvorov was not that serious. Hearing this, Malashenko took another look and estimated that the old man was probably injured in the head and arms by shrapnel. It should be the small-caliber mortar of the Germans. Knowing that there was not much time to waste, he simply stopped caring about this matter and then changed the subject.

"My headquarters was destroyed by the Germans, comrade commander. Do you still have a radio station that can be used? Have the reinforcements and superiors sent us the latest news?"

When he saw Malashenko for the first time, he guessed that he would come for this matter. He did not answer directly. He turned around and picked up a telegram that had just been placed on the table with his left hand, which was still able to move, and then handed it to Malashenko.

"Take a look for yourself. This was just sent, just three minutes ago."

Malashenko, who was eager to know what was written on it, took the telegram paper, but found that there were only a few words recorded on it.

"Hold on, comrades! We are crushing any fascists who dare to stop us, and we are rushing to rescue you with twelve points of effort! Long-range artillery is setting up positions. Please hold on for a while. Artillery support and ground forces will arrive soon!"

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Holding this telegram signed by the Fifth Tank Army Command, Malashenko, who was speechless, couldn't help but complain in his heart that this was simply a pie in the sky! Just saying "a while" and "trying hard", but after all this time, they didn't even give a detailed and accurate time. Isn't this a case of "thousands of miles of help are coming from the sky"? I have never offended the people of the Fifth Tank Army.

Although I thought so in my heart, complaining is always complaining, but I can't say it out loud. At most, I just show a weird expression.

Before Malashenko put down the short telegram in his hand, Division Commander Suvorov had already handed over the second telegram.

"This one is from Commander Vatutin. He couldn't contact your brigade, so he directly transferred the telegram to us. It was received almost at the same time as the telegram in your hand."

After hearing this, Malashenko took the second telegram silently. While preparing for the worst, he unexpectedly received rare good news.

The content of the telegram sent by Vatutin was slightly longer. The general meaning was that after receiving reinforcements, the fighter aviation units of the front had repelled the German Air Force over Prokhorovka, which had fought for a whole day yesterday.

The front headquarters judged that the enemy could not organize a battle-level air force in a short period of time. The air supremacy in the theater had been seized by the Red Army. The attack aircraft and tactical bomber units had taken off and were on their way to support.

At the end of the telegram, Vatutin assured Malashenko that all the reinforcements that could be mobilized, whether flying in the sky or running on the ground, were rushing to come at full speed, and they had to hold on until the reinforcements arrived.

The three concentrated elite divisions of the Waffen SS were now an opportunity. Vatutin, who was planning a large-scale battle-level counterattack, had already begun to put into practice the plan to eat up these three Waffen SS ace divisions in one go.

As long as Malashenko can hold out until the arrival of reinforcements, making the three elite divisions of the Waffen SS unable to withdraw and unable to speak, then this plan has a great possibility of completion. Malashenko and his Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade once again became the core of the eye of the storm.

Malashenko, holding the telegram in his hand, can roughly guess Vatutin's combat intentions, even though many things are not detailed in the telegram, but simply mentioned in one sentence to avoid leaking the wind in advance and being judged by the enemy to find out the strategic intentions, but this does not prevent Malashenko, who is extremely clear about his current situation, from assessing the battle situation.

The overall strategic offensive and defensive situation of Prokhorovka is reversing, and the long-term delay is the most true portrayal of the current situation faced by the SS.

But can he still hold out until the moment of offensive and defensive reversal?

Malashenko asked himself but couldn't find the answer. The remaining troops in his hands are less than one regiment, and the situation is even worse. The division commander Suvorov still has half a regiment of troops left. It's a blessing.

If it were any other ordinary unit, they would have collapsed long ago. The two combined Red Army units were able to hold on until now, relying entirely on the honor of the name of the Guards and the collective heroism of not fearing sacrifice.

Malashenko didn't know exactly how long he could hold on, but he knew that he would never become a prisoner of the Germans. Whether he lived or died, he could only do his best and leave it to fate.

"We no longer have any reserve troops, Comrade Malashenko. The fascists are less than 500 meters away from my headquarters. I have decided to lead all the remaining personnel in the division to participate in the battle!"

Looking at the faint smile of Division Commander Suvorov, Malashenko did not say any extra nonsense, but blurted out the same decision without thinking.

"No Red Army will surrender today, Comrade Division Commander, let us fight side by side until the last moment!"

When the SS who were constantly rushing to the core area in depth saw a group of enemies wearing wide-brimmed hats instead of helmets on their heads entering the field of vision, the SS officers leading the attack were all excited and reacted instantly. Those extremely arrogant Russians have really reached the last moment of desperation.

"Try to capture them alive! Those people are the first-level officers of the Russian division and brigade. They have no troops anymore. Keep moving forward!"

When it comes to tank warfare, Malashenko is an expert.

But when it comes to infantry warfare, Malashenko is just like an ordinary soldier at the moment.

He raised the Suomi submachine gun in his hand and fired a series of shots outside the trench, knocking down two SS infantrymen who were trying to move and hide.

Just as he was about to retract his head into the trench to change the bullets in his weapon, a steel figure accompanied by a dull roar suddenly appeared behind a courtyard not far away and drove slowly.

The rubbish that he didn't care about in the past has become the most difficult and top trouble now.

"Fuck! Even the Tiger has driven into the village!"