Chapter 1258: Pure Soldier

After fighting more and more for a long time, Iushkin, who followed Malashenko and had experienced many battles, also had a rough classification and understanding of the various types of German forces.

The first and most difficult to deal with are undoubtedly the crazy SS elites.

In the days on the southern front of Kursk, every day's battle was very difficult to fight. Even in the victorious battle, we had to use all our strength to fight with those SS lunatics, not to mention the tragic battle in Prokhorovka when we were besieged by three elite divisions of the Waffen SS. Iushkin believed that he would never forget it.

After that, the next ones were the elites of the Wehrmacht, such as the Great German Infantry Regiment, which had fought before and had a much larger organization than the Wehrmacht of the same level. The Wehrmacht, which was well-equipped and had a large number of troops, was no less powerful than the crazy SS. It was not an easy task to fight such an opponent.

But compared with the two, Iushkin still felt that the SS lunatics were more difficult to deal with.

As for the reason, it was very simple. No matter how powerful the Wehrmacht was, it could only hold on for a while when it was time to collapse, but this group of elite lunatics of the Waffen SS was different.

These lunatics would fight to the last moment with all means, and there were almost no or very few willing to surrender, at least so far Iushkin had not seen it with his own eyes.

Having seen the extreme madness of the SS, Iushkin naturally looked down on the casual surrender of the Wehrmacht.

If the German sticks defending this land were replaced by those SS lunatics, Iushkin estimated that this battle that could definitely be won should take at least another half an hour before it could be closed.

Although failure was inevitable in the end, at least for the Germans themselves, it could delay and buy more time, and time is precisely the most precious thing in the military.

"It's better if they are willing to surrender. Our mission is not to wipe them out completely. We have other things to do. Take your guns and follow me."

With no extra time to waste, Malashenko was the first to pick up his weapon and get out of the car. Iushkin, who was still mumbling, followed closely.

"Where is Kirill fighting? Didn't you transfer him to be a platoon leader?"

Iushkin kept talking about Kirill. This is the latest change that Malashenko has discovered after Kirill was transferred.

"You can try to find him. He is nearby. His platoon belongs to the first regiment under the command of Kurbalov. Didn't I tell you before?"

Malashenko walked in front with Suomi and said that transferring Kirill to the regiment with the strongest combat power and the highest proportion of veterans might make the young man who had just taken on the position of car commander and platoon leader feel more pressure. But compared with these, Malashenko hoped that Kirill's safety could be effectively guaranteed and would not face too much battlefield danger.

"I'll leave the man to you. I don't need to tell you what to do. You don't need to take any special care of him. Just keep an eye on him. You know what I mean."

Recalling what he had said to Kurbalov not long ago, Malashenko, who still remembered everything, was not too worried about Kirill's personal safety.

The only "Super IS6" that Karamov had modified by himself was given to Kirill by Malashenko as a vehicle.

This precious gem can be said to be the most powerful tank in the entire division except for the four IS4s. Many commanders are jealous but can't get it. Kirill was just transferred to be the commander for the first time and had such a powerful vehicle. It is really enviable.

Before Malashenko finished speaking, he saw two familiar figures before he took two steps out. Kurbalov, who had just got off the car, was standing beside the huge body of his IS4 heavy tank, listening to the battle report of a subordinate in front of him. The little man who was reporting, who was a head shorter than Kurbalov, was obviously Kirill.

"Did you see it? Over there, Kirill, if you want to say something, you'd better hurry up. We'll gather and set off in five minutes."

Malashenko stopped and pointed to the direction not far in front of him. Iushkin, who followed Malashenko, naturally saw it clearly in the direction of his finger, and immediately ran towards Kirill without saying a word.

"This kid must still hate me in his heart, damn it"

Looking at Iushkin's back who ran towards Kirill without saying a word, Malashenko, who sighed on the spot with his hands on his waist, couldn't help shaking his head.

Sometimes, when dealing with people who are not very emotionally intelligent and stubborn, you will face this kind of embarrassing problem, but Malashenko does not think it is a serious matter.

Given time, Ivushkin will slowly figure it out and understand it.

And now, he [Lonely City Reading] just needs some time.

After all, the real situation at the moment is that he can't even convince himself, and he doesn't take Artyom, who has just replaced Kirill, seriously and can't accept him. Ivushkin is a young man with a foolish character.

As he thought about it, Malashenko thought of Artyom, so he simply looked back and saw that Artyom had already started his job in the intervals between battles without any further explanation from him, replenishing the shells and machine gun bullets consumed in the battle just now in the car, and checking whether there were any problems with the machine gun on the top of the turret, and doing it seriously.

The unintentional small details also further increased Malashenko's recognition of the new loader. At least Artyom was more sensible and tolerant than Kirill, who was fond of playing tricks.

If Artyom was also a steely straight man who couldn't stand grievances and unreasonable faces, Malashenko was really a little worried that the two of them might fight. According to Iushkin's small body, he would be beaten into a shrimp by Artyom in a few strokes, and the situation at that time would be even more difficult to end.

"Hey, take your time. We can't rush this."

Looking at Iushkin, who changed his appearance and smiled when he saw Kirill not far away, Malashenko understood that this was the purest soldier. The extreme care for his comrades in life and death was the root cause of all this.

Malashenko had just turned around and was about to do his work, but before he could take action, Varosha, who was jogging all the way, waved his arm and entered Malashenko's field of vision, holding an unidentified object that looked like a folder in his hand.

"Comrade division commander, great discovery! We took down a German forward command post on a position. Several Germans were busy burning documents and were shot to death by our soldiers. We found this in the documents that we snatched but didn't have time to burn!"