Chapter 1369 No One Can Escape

Leading the most elite tank unit in the entire Red Army, this really put a lot of pressure on our old comrade Ma, at least it used to be like this.

Although the young Malashenko had many comrades-in-arms accompanying him and working together, this heavy burden and the responsibility entrusted by countless soldiers often made Malashenko feel overwhelmed and almost breathless when he was alone in the dead of night.

Although he was a time traveler, if he looked at it from a simple indifferent perspective, Malashenko did not seem to have to think too much about it, let alone be responsible for it. After all, this is history that has already happened in the future, and it is a dry and empty text recorded in the history books, but Malashenko, who has long been in this era, has never thought about it in his heart.

Surrounding him are living people. Malashenko tried to escape, not think about or face these things, but the facts proved that this was impossible.

Watching those people in history, those who can't even leave a black and white text, fall down and die beside you in the form of a living life. The saying that people are all made of flesh and blood is the most appropriate to describe Malashenko. Malashenko has shouldered this burden and responsibility and has been trying his best to do his best.

But as for how he has done it, Comrade Ma himself is not clear.

Why is it said that humans are a single, fragile social animal? Because humans can only get recognition from their companions in a group. People who are alone can never feel this feeling and the warmth it brings. Even people who are strong in appearance cannot jump out of this defined circle.

Yes, Malashenko himself is such a person. It is normal to desire recognition in his heart.

However, Malashenko, who stands too high, can get most of the admiration, following, entrustment and trust.

For Malashenko, the word recognition always has a sense of distance.

It's like the kings in ancient times had thousands of troops following behind them, but there were very few people who could really stand shoulder to shoulder with the kings, move forward together and give recognition.

Most kings are lonely.

It may be a bit inappropriate to describe it, but in Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, Malashenko is the undisputed king. Even Comrade Commissar or Lavrinenko are still a little bit away from Malashenko who stands at the highest point.

A person who doesn't know what he is longing for can only realize it when he gets it: It turns out that this is what I need, and what I have been confused, longing for, and looking for is it!

Malashenko has received many kinds of recognition from Comrade Commissar, Lavrinenko, Zhukov, Vatutin, and even Comrade Stalin, many of which are even commonplace.

But without any signs, suddenly getting such a recognition from the troops he led himself, this is an unprecedented first for Malashenko.

How does it feel?

Malashenko doesn't know how to describe it, but it is indeed a pleasure that he has never had in his memory, and it even makes Malashenko feel that this is what he needs.

The division commander didn't say anything more in the end, but just returned the favor to all the comrades in the division with a grateful look on his face, which was undoubtedly sincere.

Sometimes the more unintentional actions can enhance the cohesion of a group. This was not something that the political commissar deliberately guided. At best, it can only be said that he gave a push at the right time. No one expected such a result in advance.

"You may not want to listen, but I still have to say it."

At the door of the division tent, Malashenko and the political commissar, who came out to take a breath, were squatting there smoking together.

"When I am gone one day, this army actually doesn't need me anymore."

"Everything is in order. The comrades are firmly united around their division commanders with you as the center. They have the confidence and ability to overcome all the powerful enemies and difficulties they will face in the future."

"The political commissar is a product of a special background and is necessary for its existence. After I leave, there will definitely be someone else to take over my position. But no matter who that person is or what the situation is, you just need to do what you think you should do. I firmly believe that this army and your tomorrow will be better, just like our motherland. My life should also be a satisfactory result and period."

When a person's life is about to end, it is inevitable to talk a lot. Malashenko can indeed detect the subtle changes of the political commissar, but this is not annoying.

"What should I do? Carve all your words on your tombstone? I'm afraid that one tombstone can't be engraved, so I have to get you two?"

Malashenko laughed, and the political commissar also laughed. The relaxed and pleasant atmosphere of conversation is always better than being heavy between each other.

"Instead of thinking about these annoying things, it's better to think about how to fight in the afternoon."

"I just studied the war zone map, and also looked at the telegrams sent by the front headquarters and the aerial reconnaissance reports. Now the Germans around us have basically been eliminated, or they have received transfer orders and moved to other directions. In short, we have to re-plan the next action target."

"The enemy is shrinking their defenses, and the forces from many routes have gathered in one place. There may be some large-scale actions. It is unlikely that they will continue to launch large-scale battles. The Germans do not have the ability to do so when external reinforcements cannot come in, and they will not misjudge the situation and be so rampant."

"I think the Germans are likely to break out next, but I still need to ask for your opinion on the direction. Our next action goal should not be limited to how many more enemies we can eliminate. It should be to block the openings in key positions and build a solid interception line to ensure that no German surrounded by the encirclement can escape."

There are some things that Malashenko is not convenient to say. The Cherkassy Iron Encirclement War in history was not actually a perfect success. In the end, the Germans fled in a hurry, abandoning their armor and armor, including the inhumane scum of the Viking Division.

Malashenko, who remembers this clearly, will not forget that after the current battle situation is judged, the Germans' breakout is almost predictable. If no action is taken, the same mistakes may be made again, which is obviously not what Malashenko wants to see.

Malashenko has not fought many battles to block the enemy's breakout.

But no matter how experienced he is or whether the conditions are favorable, Malashenko is determined to turn Cherkasy into a steel coffin for the Germans this time. No matter whether it is a Ukrainian traitor or a SS scum, no one can escape.