Chapter 1434 Inherited Glory

The young soldier who said this to Malashenko was very young, very young, and even had a layer of slightly immature hair on his face. Malashenko knew at a glance that this soldier must be much younger than himself.

"How old are you this year, little comrade."

The tone of the division commander was the same as always. The young soldier felt warm in his heart, as if he was not talking to his superior but to a big brother next door.

"Report to the division commander, my 19th birthday is next month, and I just joined the army this year."

"Oh?"

Hearing this answer, Malashenko suddenly became interested. He was less than 19 years old and just joined the army, and he was assigned to serve in the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division. This was a matter of pride for his family when it was spread in his hometown.

If nothing else, the name of the leader plus the title of the guard was enough to make others envious.

"Then you must have something special. There are not many young soldiers under 19 in our division."

Looking at the gentle smile on the face of the division commander, the young soldier holding the PPSh scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

"My father and brother once fought for the motherland under your leadership. When it was time for me to go to the front, I applied, and I didn't expect it to be successful.

"So that's how it is. Which regiment are your father and brother in? Are they with you?"

At this moment, Malashenko didn't notice that the young soldier's facial expression had changed at all, and just asked casually as if he was chatting with his family.

"My father and brother, they all died. My father died in Moscow, and my brother died in Stalingrad. They had served in the first tank battalion or the first regiment under your command before, and they were all tank soldiers. Unfortunately, I can't even drive a tractor, and I haven't received professional training. I'm just an ordinary submachine gunner."

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Malachenko thought of many possibilities, but he never thought that the final result would be like this. After hearing such an answer, he felt speechless and a little dazed for a while.

"What's your name?"

About ten seconds later, Malachenko finally asked this question again.

"Vladimir Kasimov, comrade division commander."

The little soldier answered without hesitation, and Malachenko was thoughtful.

"Kasimov, I remember, go and perform your mission.

"Yes, comrade division commander!"

Looking at the little soldier's back as he continued to escort the prisoners away, Malachenko, who was thinking with his eyes slightly narrowed, suddenly felt a little lost.

"I really hope that all this will end soon, the sooner the better"

Cruel wars are always accompanied by the continuous loss of people. Similar experiences are not only experienced by the little soldier. Malashenko has also felt the same way many times.

Every time you lose an important person, you will feel unforgettable pain. The scars are opened again and again, and the bloody wounds not only have to bear the remnants of the last pain, but also have to be sprinkled with a handful of salt that hurts the soul.

Maybe there are really people who like war, love war, and feel uncomfortable and dying when they don't fight. But such a person will never be Malashenko, not in the past, not now, and not in the future.

Apart from the Soviet hero and the well-known tank major general who was personally received by Comrade Stalin, Malashenko is just an ordinary person who wants to live a peaceful life. Comrade Lao Ma also wanted to have a warm bed with his wife and children, sleep until he wakes up naturally on weekends, and do something pleasant with his beautiful wife at night. Who the hell can expect to kill time fighting all day?

After watching the young soldier leave, Malashenko jumped directly from his car and came to the ground.

There are still many things to do next. Malashenko decided to look around and understand the specific situation of the battlefield ruins, which would also help him to figure out more details later.

"It's really late to say that this group of Tu 2 bombed nothing left. It is estimated that it is difficult to even capture a German tank that can still be driven."

In the middle and late stages of the air raid, the Tu 2 bomber group hovering over the battlefield like a death vulture had changed its target to the German infantry in a group.

The reason why this happened was not to bomb the infantry specifically. Using 500 kg bombs to kill a dozen soldiers is a loss no matter how you calculate it. The reason for bombing the infantry was that the higher-value targets had been bombed, and there were only infantry left on the battlefield except for the endless wreckage of vehicles.

Perhaps there were more Germans waiting to be bombed not too far ahead, but the mission goal was to cooperate with the ground forces to cover the attack and open up the offensive path for them. The bombers in Figure 2 only used all their weapons to kill this group of Germans who were the rear guard. After a round of bombing, only the wreckage and corpses were left on the ground, waiting for the friendly ground forces to come and harvest.

The final result of this was the scene in front of Malashenko at the moment.

The front and body of the Lightning Opel truck were blown apart, at least 20 meters apart. The black and charred mass of twisted and deformed metal should be a German No. 4 tank. Unfortunately, now even the turret has disappeared, leaving only the twisted wreckage of metal that is almost unrecognizable as the body.

There are countless German vehicle wreckages beside the bomb craters scattered all over the battlefield like moon craters. A considerable part of them can't even be identified. Who knows whether those piles of metal objects are tanks, trucks, or the Germans' unique barrel trucks.

Not only the wreckage of vehicles and combat vehicles, but also the bodies of German soldiers are lying all over the ground.

Some of them look relatively intact and are probably killed by shock, while some unlucky ones were dismembered on the spot by 500 kg bombs and scattered everywhere. They can't even find a complete body, and they don't know who they are when they collect the bodies.

He stepped over the half-body that looked like a piece of pork just slaughtered in a slaughterhouse. Malashenko, who was already used to this situation in Stalingrad, didn't even show the slightest expression on his face. The strong smell of blood in the air didn't make Comrade Ma frown at all.

"No, these are all the bodies of the Wehrmacht, not the SS! These damn Viking bastards are even further ahead!"