Chapter 1413 Comrade Commander, Please Take Action

The Germans couldn't hear what Malashenko said, so Malashenko could only complain to himself.

Midnight came quickly, and Malashenko, who was already knocking on the table anxiously, was wondering if the Germans were lame and didn't plan to do anything tonight.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a loud explosion that pierced the night sky suddenly came from a not-so-distant direction.

Boom --

Crack --

"Fuck! What the hell happened!? What's going on?"

When people are excited and surprised, they always blurt out something, such as Comrade Lao Ma, who is in this situation now, and even habitually shouts out his mother tongue instead of Russian.

However, this is still a major general division commander who has won the Soviet Hero Award twice. Malashenko, who lost his composure for a moment, quickly recovered and asked a sharp question.

"Report the situation! Quick!"

There were quite a few people on night duty in the division headquarters, and almost all positions were present, but among all the busy people, no one could stand up and tell the division commander what happened. Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to stand up to answer Malashenko's words.

Seeing this scene, Malashenko was naturally unhappy, but he was unhappy, but there was nothing he could do. It had only been a few seconds since the explosion, and there must be time for the lower-level troops to report back to the upper level.

"Hurry up and call! If you can't find out clearly, send someone to contact and find out what happened quickly, quickly!"

Malashenko had just finished shouting at Chief of Staff Dudabovsky, and before he finished speaking, a familiar figure suddenly flashed out from the corner over there, putting on clothes while walking. Looking closely, it was the political commissar who was lying down to rest not long ago.

"What's going on? Where did the explosion come from? Comrade division commander, what happened?"

In order to let the political commissar have a good rest, Malashenko deliberately did not disturb him, and even did not let the political commissar read the telegram in the afternoon. The political commissar also slept soundly, and even snored loudly. It can be seen that the political commissar has been exhausted for a period of time.

But some people, no matter how deep they sleep, can always wake them up instantly when the sound of artillery sounds, which is better than a super loud alarm clock, such as our political commissar.

Seeing that Political Commissar Petrov had already woken up, it was inconvenient and unnecessary to say anything more. Malashenko signaled with his eyes and winked. The chief of staff Dudabovsky, who understood, immediately stepped forward and spoke in short and easy-to-understand words to explain the situation.

"I understand, it means that we still don't know the specific situation, is that right?"

Dudabovsky nodded to Political Commissar Petrov without thinking.

"Well, hurry up and contact the troops below to find out the situation. We will go first..."

Da Da Da Da——

Boom Boom Boom——

What interrupted the political commissar's speech was another series of loud explosions and machine gun fire, which were completely different in intensity from before.

It's like if the explosion just now was a small firecracker, then this scene is obviously the climax of the firecrackers in the middle of the night on New Year's Eve. With this crackling sound, even a fool knows that there is a fight ahead, and there will be no other result.

"The sound came from the position of the regiment. These Germans finally couldn't bear it anymore and started to come to the door to seek death just after twelve o'clock."

Malachenko, who knew the deployment situation better, described the matter in a few simple sentences. The regiment of Kurbalov was the main direction of the enemy's breakout determined at the combat meeting. So Malachenko not only placed his main tank regiment here, but also placed the main force of Varosha's infantry regiment there to cooperate in the battle.

Now the fierce exchange of fire came from the most critical direction. Malashenko was almost certain that the Germans had hit the iron plate he had set up in advance.

"Hello, this is the division headquarters, please speak."

"Yes, OK, I understand, please wait."

Without Malashenko taking the initiative to call, Kurbalov, who had first figured out the situation on his position, took the initiative to call directly and told the communications staff to ask the division commander to answer the phone.

"This is Malashenko, Kurbalov, what happened on your side? Report the situation!"

The anxious Malashenko also got straight to the point and didn't say much useless nonsense. Kurbalov, who could clearly hear the fierce gunfire on the other end of the phone, spoke immediately.

"Comrade division commander, the Germans are coming, just as we guessed at the combat meeting!"

"It's too dark now and there's not much moonlight, so we can't see the specific situation clearly. The flares have been fired, and we can only see that there are quite a lot of Germans in the front, estimated to be at least a regiment! Tanks and assault guns are all equipped, and the infantry is also rushing forward. The battle is going on. We can hold on for now, no problem!"

Although the battle was fierce, with Kurbalov's words here, Malashenko was able to breathe a sigh of relief and temporarily put his mind at ease. The fact that one of his confidants could say this proved that there was indeed no big problem at the moment.

"Very good, Kurbalov! Hold the position for me according to the original plan, reinforcements will arrive soon, and you can't let any Germans who appear in front of you run away from the position!"

"Yes, comrade division commander! I promise to complete the mission, please rest assured!"

Pah——

Putting down the phone in his hand, Malashenko, with a hawk-like gaze, swept through the people in front of him, and blurted out the order that had been brewing.

"Notify the 20th Guards Tank Brigade to move towards the defense zone of the 1st Regiment, and the rest of our division's troops will stay where they are and wait for follow-up orders."

"In addition, the division headquarters will be handed over to Comrade Political Commissar. I will go to the 1st Regiment to keep an eye on it in person. The guard company will stay at the division headquarters to ensure safety, and my car will go back to the 20th Brigade and rush over."

Malashenko, who parked his car a few dozen meters away from the division headquarters, was ready to act alone, and without the heavy tank guard company directly under the division headquarters. As soon as this was spoken, the first person who jumped out to object was our comrade Political Commissar.

"No, I don't object if you want to go. You have always been like this, and it's useless to object, but you must bring the guard company with you. This is my only request! The 20th Guards Brigade is not our own unit, and we won't be so good at coordination and cooperation. No one can guarantee that you won't have an accident halfway. The guard company is the last guard around you."