Chapter 1422 Damn It! You’re Playing This on Me!

"These are not important now, not so important for the time being. The most urgent thing is what the front headquarters asks us to do now. How much specific details do we know about the group of Germans who have escaped? For example, where did they run to? What should we do next? Is it appropriate to chase them now? If we really want to catch up with them immediately, how should we chase them?"

Malachenko, who let the Germans escape, did not want to carry the blame and infamy on his back for the rest of his life. Avenging the previous shame is what a real man should do.

The Germans who slipped away should be chased back and killed by their own ability, so that these fascist German sticks know that it is not so easy to escape from Malachenko's palm. A bunch of idiots are now standing on the territory of the Soviet Union! You are pretending to be cool and still want to run? You run away!

According to Malachenko's "war fanatic" character, he has roughly guessed this result. The political commissar, who was well prepared, slightly organized his words and then spoke quietly.

"The Germans were fleeing in a straight line. The aviation reconnaissance aircraft reported that their marching speed was not fast and their mechanization level was quite low. Probably because they were seriously short of oil after we destroyed the oil depot earlier, the reconnaissance aircraft found that there were many vehicles abandoned by the Germans along the way, including trucks and armored vehicles. They were probably used until they ran out of oil and then thrown away."

"In addition, the front headquarters also asked us to pursue the fleeing enemy. Intelligence confirmed that this fleeing enemy was the last large-scale group of German troops left in the Cherkassy encirclement. As long as this last beam is removed, the Cherkassy encirclement campaign can be declared initially over."

Malashenko, who took over the follow-up telegram from the political commissar, was silent for a while. His eyes stared at the contents recorded on the telegram without missing any details. After a while, he put down the telegram with a firm expression, which showed that he had made a decision.

"Notify the troops to assemble immediately! Chase the Germans in the direction of their escape! All regiments withdraw from the defense zone and move closer to the division headquarters. Tell Kurbalov to continue to let his regiment rush to the front and chase them. In addition, I must see the support of the aviation force! How long has it been since we saw these guys come to help us? Stalin's First Guards Tank Division also needs help from the sky!"

Malachenko has always wanted to complain about something, and he has been holding it in his heart for a long time.

Since the Cherkassy encirclement war began, Malachenko has not received any decent air support assistance. The last time there was air support seemed to be when they were on the way to the encirclement, they received air strike assistance from a small group of Il-2 attack aircraft, which cleaned up the small group of the Viking Division and fought very smoothly.

The battle is almost over now, and Malachenko estimates that if he doesn't nag and urge them, those aviation soldiers who don't know what they are doing may really forget about their buddies.

The political commissar naturally understood where Malashenko's resentment came from. The air force had not properly supported a ground battle until now. Whether it was put on the table or privately, it was a bit unreasonable. It was indeed time to remind those air force.

"I understand. Let me handle this matter. In addition,..."

He was still halfway through his words when the communications staff, who was busy not far away, spoke to Malashenko with the microphone in his hand.

"Comrade division commander, the first regiment called, it was Colonel Kurbalov."

"Hmm?"

Malashenko returned to the division headquarters after handling the affairs of the first regiment. At least in Malashenko's opinion, it was true, and there should be no mistakes.

In this case, what Kurbalov called now for, this is worth paying attention to and thinking about.

"Hello, go ahead, this is Malashenko."

Malashenko walked quickly to the phone without hesitation, and Kurbalov on the other end of the phone also spoke immediately.

"Comrade, the detailed battle summary report has come out, but compared to this, there is a very special point that deserves more attention."

"A very special point?"

Malachenko frowned slightly, feeling that something bad might happen next.

"Just tell me, what is it."

"Comrade, it's like this. The Germans we eliminated last night were all Wehrmacht! All the bodies have been checked one by one, and none of them are wearing SS dog skins! The Viking Division's bastards have not seen any of them, it's incredible!"

""

Kurbalov spoke very quickly like a string of cannonballs, and Malachenko's face, holding the microphone, became somewhat indescribable and almost frozen.

"Are you sure? There is really no SS body?"

Malachenko knew that with Kurbalov's style of doing things, he must have confirmed the situation before calling him to report, but he still couldn't help but confirm and ask again when he felt unbelievable in his heart.

"It has been confirmed repeatedly, comrade division commander, there is indeed no SS corpse!"

""

"Damn, these damn Germans! They played this trick on me!"

Malachenko, who couldn't help cursing in his heart, said a few simple words and hung up the phone, then turned around and spoke again to the political commissar.

"There is not a single SS soldier. All those killed last night were Wehrmacht soldiers! Kurbalov searched all the corpses in front of the position, but couldn't find a single SS soldier."

"What? Is this true?"

Although his expression was not as unbelievable as Malashenko's, Political Commissar Petrov's face was inevitably surprised when he first heard about the situation.

After all, this matter sounds too outrageous! After fighting all night, all the Wehrmacht soldiers were killed in the end, and no SS soldiers were trapped in the same encirclement. If anyone with a normal mind said that there was no weirdness in this, no one would believe it.

"The Viking Division is the only armored division left in this group of German troops with a relatively complete structure and without too many casualties. If the Germans want to preserve their strength and keep this last important unit for use at a critical moment..."

Comrade Political Commissar stopped talking halfway and paused. Malashenko, who thought of the same thing, narrowed his eyes and spoke.

"Then they must lead the Viking Division out of the encirclement safely and try not to suffer too much loss in the process of breaking through. If all this can really be done, then the Germans will definitely want to do so."