Chapter 1419 Comrade Commander Is Unhappy

Kurbalov saw that Malashenko was not in a good state, and then he took the initiative to speak and asked with concern from the bottom of his heart. (っ◔◡◔)っ

Feeling that his eyelids were about to be glued shut, Malashenko yawned first, raised his hands and rubbed his cheeks vigorously, then turned to face Kurbalov and spoke.

"It's okay, I'm just too sleepy, and my whole body feels like it's been drained."

"Ah, who knows what's going on! In Stalingrad, I could survive three days and three nights with only two hours of sleep, but now I can't do it in just one night. Could it be that I'm old and incapable?"

Kurbalov didn't think that Malashenko's joke was funny at all. Kurbalov, who was almost ten years older than Malashenko, smiled indifferently and responded.

"If you are old, then I am an old man now, comrade division commander."

"I think you have been under too much pressure these days, so much that you can't bear it. Command matters, the health of the political commissar, the front headquarters, and then you have to lead the troops to fight on the front line. No matter what, you are worried, and then you have to fight for a day and a night of high-intensity battles without sleep. If it were me, I don't think I would perform better."

Kurbalov's words really hit the point. Even Malashenko himself did not realize that he had been carrying so many things these days. If you think about it carefully, it is understandable that he has become like this now.

After all, there were not as many things to worry about in Stalingrad as there are now. The troops at that time were not at the division level, and the political commissar was not sick. If you can stay safe and rest for a while, at least you don't have to worry about the Germans coming.

The nights in Stalingrad are mostly quiet. After fighting all day, everyone wants to sleep well at night. This can be regarded as an invisible tacit understanding between the Soviet Union and Germany. Looking back at that time, Malashenko felt that he would be relieved if he could rest for ten minutes, but now he has not slept for a whole day and night and is also worried about a lot of things.

Comparing the two, it is not difficult to understand why he is so tired.

"Well, you are right, it is indeed a little different from usual recently."

"Tell me about other things and report the combat situation."

After fighting in the dark all night, Malashenko was a little worried that his troops would suffer too many casualties or encounter other unexpected situations. After all, anything could happen in this dark night.

Fortunately, Kurbalov's next answer made Malashenko feel relieved.

"Nothing unexpected happened, Comrade Commander. Everything went according to plan."

"We defeated the Germans and chased them all the way. But it was too dark last night. The soldiers reported that there was no visible light at the end and they didn't know where the enemy was."

"The flares were the same. They only lasted from the first half to the middle. After that, we ran out of ammunition and had nothing to fight. If there was visible light, we might be able to eliminate more enemies, but now, the results of last night may not be as good as we expected, Comrade Commander."

After explaining the basic situation, Malashenko heard the general results of the battle.

"It's not clear how many enemies there were last night. Now it seems that we actually eliminated about a division of Germans. If we count the tanks and armored vehicles, there will be more. There are definitely Germans who escaped, but we don't know the exact number. The pursuit was a mess at the end."

"The grassroots company commanders below even reported that they couldn't contact the platoon leader. Even if they did, it was too dark to tell east from west and south from north, so they couldn't command effectively. This battle really exposed a lot of problems. Comrade division commander, considering that there may be such night battles to prevent the Germans from breaking out in the middle of the night in the future, I think our division should strengthen targeted training in this regard and formulate more backup tactics."

Not to mention that Malashenko felt that last night's night battle was very lax from the perspective of the future, even Kulbarov, who knew little about night battles and was in contact for the first time, felt that the performance was really poor. With such a big advantage, the Germans were surrounded and attacked from three sides, but so many of them still ran away. If this happened during the day, it would be a stupid command.

After listening to what Kurbalov said, Malashenko just nodded slightly without saying much. Organizing night combat training will definitely be carried out in the future. He had considered this last night and put it in a very important position. However, how to do it specifically is not the object to consider now. There are still a lot of more important things to deal with.

"Count the casualties and losses of technical equipment as soon as possible. I need a detailed summary report, and then..."

Malashenko had just said halfway and had not finished speaking completely when an unexpected figure suddenly ran over.

"Comrade regiment commander, comrade division commander, the division headquarters called and said there was an emergency. It was Comrade Political Commissar who called and asked Comrade Division Commander to answer the phone immediately."

Kurbalov had not had time to react. The moment he heard Comrade Political Commissar, Malashenko's eyes lit up and he immediately became very alert.

"Take me there immediately, quickly!"

"Yes, Comrade Division Commander!"

Kurbalov's regiment had no decent bunkers. Because it was an emergency deployment, they could only set up a tent in a low-lying area that could block the German army's sight. The telephone connected to the division headquarters was placed on the table in the tent.

"Hello, this is Malashenko, please speak."

Malashenko, who rushed into the tent with the wind, grabbed the microphone on the table and spoke. The political commissar on the other end of the phone line also responded very quickly.

"Malachenko, there's an accident! A large group of Germans slipped out through the loopholes in our defense zone last night. I'm holding a telegram just sent by the front headquarters, which is the latest movement captured by the aviation reconnaissance aircraft. You'd better go back to the division headquarters as soon as possible. The commander is a little unhappy in the telegram."

"???"

"What did you say!?"

Click--

Malachenko, who was originally wondering what the political commissar wanted to do by calling him, trembled all over like a cat whose tail was stepped on after hearing this bad news.

Damn it, how come I let a group of Germans slip away despite my tight defense! ?

What does the corresponding defense zone troops do? Are they just eating dry rice! ? Fuck!