Chapter 1383 It’s Too Scary

Whether the Germans intend to run away or continue to attack Hill 239, this is bound to be a hurdle that the Germans cannot bypass and must face.

Malashenko wants to know how much force the Germans will use to deal with him. How the Germans react to this surprise attack will directly affect the details of his next tactical arrangement and action planning.

It was Malashenko's decision to use defense to test the bottom of the Germans. Now that the political commissar is not here and has gone down to rest, he will have to learn to do it sooner or later. The sooner the better and the faster he can adapt.

On the issue of planning specific tactical details, Chief of Staff Dudabovsky agreed with Malashenko's decision.

Although the enemy is already at the end of its strength, it is still at an advantage in terms of total force and combat situation. It is more conservative to be safe than sorry.

Block the Germans' offensive in front of this newly occupied position, and then make appropriate counterattacks according to the number of troops the Germans have invested. If necessary, they can even defeat the enemy by attacking against each other and by direct encounter.

Especially Malashenko, who has a great advantage in armored forces, has reason to do this. The Germans are likely to not know their true strength and what kind of opponents they are facing for the time being.

Playing the pig to eat the tiger is what this situation means. If the worst happens, the German army will come and go all out. But even so, Malashenko has enough strong tanks to back him up, and there will never be the embarrassment of playing too much and being bitten by the Germans.

Malashenko walked out of the tent and took just two steps when he suddenly felt something on his face. He reached out and touched it, but it felt a little wet but there was no color or thing. He subconsciously looked up and found out the truth that something was wrong.

"Fuck! It's starting to rain?"

The things that fell on his face were raindrops. Malashenko's face was full of disbelief, and he couldn't help cursing.

The reality is that the snow on the roadside has not completely melted, but the rapidly warming weather has suddenly started to rain.

It's not that there is no rain and snow at the same time, but it is rare and annoying.

The heavy troops like the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division hate the bad weather of rain and snow. The muddy roads and the splashing mud have been arranged. The reality is that the more you fear something, the faster it will come and the more it can make you angry.

It's not that there are no benefits. The muddy road conditions are relatively the same for the German side.

If the Germans want to run again, they will have to roll and wrestle in the mud. The hunter and the prey are in the same environment, and it depends on who performs better and more outstanding.

After looking up at the sky for a few seconds and slowly shaking his head, Malashenko stopped thinking about these trivial things and went to the trench not far away to inspect the specific situation.

"The position of the machine gun over there is wrong. Don't set it up at the original position of the Germans. Change it to another place and move it to the newly built machine gun position over there. Collect the German machine guns that can still be used. Those things are still useful. Hurry up!"

Malashenko was not wearing a general officer's uniform during the war, but the tank soldier's combat uniform as always.

If you don't recognize people by their faces, Malashenko, who wears a tank cap, dirty clothes, and an outfit that can't be more ordinary, is a common face. You may not be able to find who he is in a pile of soldiers for a while.

It is for this reason that Malashenko, who just walked into the trench, was alone and didn't bring any entourage guards. Most of the soldiers who were unaware of this continued to do what they should do, and didn't realize that the division commander was standing not far behind them.

What caught Malashenko's attention was a company commander who was yelling at the soldiers, his arms waving left and right like a whip, busy and energetic.

Similarly, the young company commander did not notice that the division commander was standing not far from his trench.

Malashenko did not intend to interfere with the command of the position arrangement, maybe just found it interesting. Anyway, in the end, he quietly approached and came behind the young company commander without saying a word, and began to stand there as a spectator.

"Comrade company commander, comrade company commander!"

"Huh? What's wrong? If you have something to say, just say it."

The alert soldier who was watching and listening to all directions whispered a reminder, but the company commander, whose brain nerves were obviously a little big, was still unaware and a little stupid.

"Division commander, division commander is behind you!"

Seeing that the soldier's winking had no effect, he had no choice but to whisper a reminder again and blurt out more specific facts and truths.

"The division commander is behind me?! Did you not wake up this morning? How could the division commander be behind me?"

Silence, really very silence!

The confident and laughing words that were still confident a second ago suddenly stopped, and the whole face that looked back seemed to be completely frozen in an instant.

The young company commander with his mouth wide open had forgotten what state he was in at this moment. He blinked his eyes and looked up at the familiar man in front of him who was a full head taller than him. It was as if time had stopped and he couldn't say anything. His brain was disconnected.

"Well done, young comrade. I'm not good at infantry, you do what you should do, I'll just take a look and leave now."

The first person to break the awkward atmosphere was Malashenko. If this trend continues, it is estimated that in another minute or two, the young company commander will not be able to say anything.

In order not to waste time, Comrade Lao Ma thought it would be better for him to speak first.

Stretching out his right arm to take off his gloves, gently patting the shoulder of the company commander in front of him, Malashenko smiled and turned away as he said, stepped out of the trench and returned to the position. Looking at the situation around him, he began to think about where to go next, leaving the confused young company commander alone in the drizzle.

"Why doesn't the division commander comrade wear a general's uniform? There is nothing more frightening than this!"

Malashenko didn't know what the young company commander complained about, but Kurbalov, who had trotted all the way, quickly appeared in front of Malashenko.

"Comrade Division Commander, I just learned that we have to defend on the spot. I will obey the order, but how should we deploy our tank troops? Where should we put them? Please tell me in detail."