Chapter 1320 A Group of Scapegoats

It's naturally a good thing to be praised by comrade political commissar, but our old Comrade Ma obviously has something else to say now.

"The apprentice can do well only if the teacher teaches well. Before saying that the apprentice is great, he should first look at the merits of his teacher."

Malashenko doesn't often praise people, especially not in such a suggestive way.

Therefore, even the political commissar who was very familiar with Malashenko smiled slightly unexpectedly after hearing this.

"Actually, you have already left the army. Now, not only is your military rank higher than mine, but also the people you can come into contact with, the things you can learn about, your attitude towards certain things, and your long-term vision that I have never seen before. These are all It’s your own strengths, I’ve never taught you these things that even I don’t have.”

"So even if I leave one day, I still believe that you can go further and do better, just like you are still determined to walk on the road ahead."

Conversations like this are always slightly sad, especially for those who can read the meaning, as Malashenko is now.

Men often don't need too many disgusting words to convey emotions and open their hearts. Just one or two sentences can make people feel the true meaning.

The brief conversation between the division commander and the political commissar ended here. There was still a lot of important business to do next.

Seizing this crucial high ground is only the first step in a journey of thousands of miles. There are still many hard bones waiting for Malashenko to gnaw on. The incomplete and incomplete German divisions surrounding them in all directions still need to go all out. response.

"Has the battle report come out? How is the situation?"

The newly captured German positions left behind a lot of things that were barely usable, except for the various weapons. There are some sparse bunkers and anti-gun holes that were hit by large-caliber artillery shells and rockets, and of course there is a basically well-preserved German forward command and observation post.

Malashenko, who was muttering something about the situation, stumbled unexpectedly as soon as he stepped into the command post.

Malashenko, who had not paid attention to his feet just now, looked down and was shocked to find that under his feet was a German corpse that had been cold for some time. Looking at the military uniform, it was obvious that he was a major staff officer. Such a position would be a bit interesting in a forward command and observation post. Malashenko squinted and said immediately.

"Why hasn't this body been disposed of and taken away? Are you leaving it here to be sandbagged? Are there any other high-ranking German officials in this place?"

Malashenko kicked the body with his feet and confirmed once again that there was really no movement at all. The familiar voice of the two people who had just parted recently came from not far away again.

"There are still some high-ranking officials. The body of a colonel has just been carried out. There are dead Germans all over the floor, and documents and information are scattered all over the floor. You have to spend some time to process them one by one. Just before you finish processing, Come in."

Malashenko, who had already stepped over the corpse, was stunned when he heard this. He really didn't expect that a German colonel died in this sterile place.

"Dead? How did you die?"

Malashenko's expression froze slightly, but Commissar Petrov's next words were calm.

"Suicide, but the one under your feet was killed by our soldiers who rushed in. It seems that he didn't have that much courage, and he still had a gun in his hand and planned to escape. This is the result."

"We killed a few less important guards and staff officers. Suddenly there was a gunshot in the room near the back. After entering, we found that the German colonel had committed suicide by swallowing a gun, with his own gun still in his mouth. A Ruger."

"Then, this is what you see now."

Facing the truth told by Comrade Political Commissar, Malashenko, who had no time to react, looked stunned, but Comrade Political Commissar continued to tell the truth.

"This is the battle report you want. This is the casualties and technical equipment losses. For the time being, there are only preliminary statistics. After the detailed statistics and the situation of each regiment are reported, I will compile a detailed report for you."

"In addition, the Germans who were wiped out on the highlands were an infantry division that was not full of personnel. The information we captured shows that they suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Kursk and then retreated all the way here to wait for reinforcements. No details found The battle damage report, it may have been burned or something, but the telegram mentioned heavy losses."

"Based on the battle situation just now, the situation of this German infantry division is probably not going to be very good. The number of anti-tank guns is less than half of the group of SS lunatics we encountered when we were in Kursk. . There was no decent heavy fire support, and there were no aircraft or tanks in the sky to assist. If I guessed correctly, these Germans should have lost more than half of their technical equipment before they hit us. "

As he spoke, Commissar Petrov took the folder on the table and pulled out one of the papers. He shook his hand slightly and handed it to Malashenko in front of him.

"The translator said that it contains the content of a very close communication, which roughly means that these Germans are staying here and waiting for a defense change. They built this position and have been building it for several months. They started before winter came. But it seems that the garrison troops in the final plan are not them.”

Malashenko, who could read German, took the telegram and glanced at it. The brief content recorded on it was basically consistent with what the political commissar said.

"You mean, we killed a bunch of scapegoats?"

Comrade Political Commissar nodded.

"I don't deny it, you can think so. Maybe it's just that we happened to attack at the right time. If it were another German division-level unit to defend here, we would probably still be gnawing bones now, based on the perfection of this position and fortifications."

Comrade Political Commissar's analysis was not groundless, which also caused Malashenko to recall some details he had just seen with his own eyes.

If you think about it carefully, it seems really strange. These Germans obviously only have a limited number of anti-tank guns, but they have pre-set and even reinforced a lot of anti-tank gun bunkers with concrete. If these bunkers are not hit right in the bull's eye, the 85mm near-miss high-explosive shells can't bite them at all, and the Germans hiding behind them can continue to fire with peace of mind.

If you don't have so many guns, why the hell do you build so many bunkers?

Malashenko couldn't understand it at first, but now it seems that these are just a group of half-disabled Germans who are not loved by their grandmothers or uncles. They were placed in the back of the line to build the defense line and temporarily defend, but they never expected that they would be stabbed in the back by themselves after they successfully bypassed them.