Chapter 1443: Bombardment

If you really want to say what the important matter is, it is not. Kulbarov, who was a little embarrassed, smiled and responded immediately.

"It's like this, comrade political commissar. There is no problem with the main attack mission. I just want to apply for the transfer of the combat engineer battalion to our regiment to coordinate the charge. To be honest, I still remember the last scene. The people in the combat engineer battalion killed the Germans as fast as mopping the floor! The new assault rifles were so fierce that it felt like every soldier had a machine gun in his hand."

The Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division, which was named the leader, was one of the most capable, most combat-effective and most elite troops in the entire Red Army.

It was normal for the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division to trample on the enemy in various ways in battle. It can be said that there were Germans who were beaten into various kinds, and it was no surprise. No matter how badly the Germans were defeated, it would not make people feel how surprised they were. At least the knowledgeable Kulbarov had always thought so before.

But when the combat engineer battalion made its first official appearance in a large-scale battle, it beat the German infantry who came to rescue the scene so badly that they didn't even recognize their mothers. They fled back in a panic, leaving a pile of corpses.

After being refreshed, Kurbalov came to his senses. It turned out that the infantry that eliminated the Germans could fight like this.

As long as those new assault rifles were fired, no matter what the Germans had in their hands, in a one-on-one situation, it was absolutely impossible to beat them, and they could only be beaten.

The most outrageous thing was that Kurbalov even heard that as long as two soldiers with these new guns teamed up to output, the firepower that burst out in a short period of time could even suppress the Germans' brutal MG42 machine guns head-on.

The MG42, which had always been domineering and violent, was like a young wife who was angry at this time. It was beaten by two Soviet strong men and dared not say a word.

If the German machine gun team dared to show their heads to resist, the water bullets that hit their faces would definitely make their heads into a paste. Even scavengers would not need to swallow them, they could just drink them directly.

In short, the various legends about how powerful the new gun was became more and more outrageous, almost to the point that the Germans would be scared to death and surrender as soon as they saw the gun.

You may not believe it, but the new gun is really powerful.

Those German bodies with shocking wounds lying all over the ground were confirmed by Kurbalov himself on the battlefield after the war, and they could not be false.

In the end, you can only say that the rumors may have been exaggerated a bit, and the soldiers exaggerated some of the results when they passed them on by word of mouth, that's all.

While he wanted to win the victory in one go and complete the task assigned by Malashenko, Kurbalov also wanted to see the terrible power of the new gun again. He made such a request to the political commissar with a little hesitation.

The political commissar was the deputy commander at the division level. In terms of prestige in the hearts of the soldiers and officers of the whole division, he was second only to the division commander and a little higher than the deputy division commander Lavrinenko.

So as long as the political commissar nodded and agreed and said that this thing could be done, then Kurbalov had reason to believe that this thing could really be done. As for whether it would involve the problem of persuading the division commander, this was not something he should worry about.

"The combat engineer battalion is not easy to deal with, Kurbalov."

The crying child gets the milk, this principle can be regarded as applicable no matter where it is placed. In the army, it means that the troops that make demands are more popular. If you keep silent and wait for your superiors to ask you about something all day long like a young wife who has been angry, then your unit will probably have to lag behind in everything. It's just that simple.

Political Commissar Petrov, who understood this, did not blame Kurbalov for making such a request. In fact, if it could be done, the political commissar would like to approve Kurbalov's request with a wave of his hand, but this matter is really not something that can be done by just agreeing to it casually.

"I have to tell you a special situation first, which you may not know yet, Kurbalov."

"It is true that the new batch of assault rifles is very powerful, and everyone has seen it. But the key problem is that the ammunition of this batch of new guns is insufficient. After the last battle, the remaining ammunition can only barely sustain a medium-intensity battle. If the battle lasts too long or the intensity is a little higher, there will be insufficient ammunition. The battle you are facing now is such a situation."

"Uh, insufficient ammunition?"

Kurbalov, who had never thought that this would be the case, looked surprised. For Stalin's First Guards Tank Division, the situation of insufficient ammunition is no less unrealistic than Emperor Chuan becoming the Pirate King of Somalia.

"How is this possible? Ha, don't joke about this, Comrade Political Commissar. Our division is short of ammunition? This is absolutely impossible. The ammunition reserves in logistics are enough to fight for half a month without replenishment. Even if there is a shortage of ammunition, it should be a shortage of artillery shells. How can this small rifle bullet be possible?"

Kurbalov laughed as he spoke, a joking smile as if to smooth things over and make things clear.

But the more Kurbalov laughed, the more he felt that the situation was different from what he thought, because no matter how much he laughed, the political commissar still had that poker face expression, meticulous. That was the face and attitude of someone who was talking about business seriously, and it had nothing to do with joking.

Seeing that Kurbalov's smile was getting more and more awkward, and his voice was getting smaller and smaller, until the last smile solidified and the laughter completely disappeared, the political commissar sighed and spoke without much time to explain.

"The ammunition for the new gun is not compatible with any of the ammunition for our Red Army's previous guns. Because it is newly made, the quantity is not much and is quite limited. I can tell you the details slowly after the battle, but now, you only need to know that the combat engineer battalion cannot be assigned to you for joint operations, and you still have to win this battle."

"This"

Boom boom boom boom--

Swish swish swish--

Before the political commissar finished speaking, Kulbarov, whose face was still frozen, had no time to speak formally.

The roar of the muzzle roaring like a landslide, along with the unique whistling and tearing sound of the Katyusha rocket launcher when it fired in salvo, came together.

The sharp whistling sound of breaking through the air and the orange-red tail flame filled the entire battlefield in an instant.