Chapter 1532 Anton's Ambition

"I'm fine, Malashenko. How many people have you brought here? How long until they arrive?"

He thought it would be the unfamiliar voice talking to him, but Malashenko never expected that the person who took the microphone would be Vatutin himself.

Although it was a bit unexpected, it was not necessarily good news. At least it was enough to confirm that Vatutin was not injured and was fine.

"Comrade Commander, it's great that you are okay! Please ensure your own safety! You must!"

"We still have less than five kilometers to go. We are marching fully mechanized. A battalion of infantry and tanks will cooperate with the mixed force. We will arrive soon! Please hold on!"

A battalion, this guy Malashenko brought a mechanized battalion with infantry and tank coordination.

This kind of force is more than enough to cope with the situation. Vatutin even dared to bet that if the enemy forces on the opposite side had used all their forces and had no reserves, the troops brought by Malashenko alone would be enough to send them away directly. .

"Okay! Speed ​​up and come over as soon as possible. We can hold on for the time being! The enemy is a group of light infantry who lack heavy weapons. They have a few small-caliber mortars, but they lack heavy weapons such as armored vehicles and tanks. Take you with me Kill them as much as possible and try to capture a few more alive. If the enemy has reinforcements, withdraw immediately. Do you understand?"

Vatuking had a vague feeling that the group of people opposite him might not be ordinary enemies, or even less like Germans.

Just listening to the chaotic gunfire, you can tell that the group on the opposite side is using a mix of standard light weapons and equipment from the Soviet and German armies, such as Mosin-Nagant, G42, MG34, Deggarev light machine gun, and even Maxim heavy weapons. There are machine guns.

Ordinary German troops would not be equipped with such a mess of light weapons, let alone use Soviet weapons in such large quantities.

In this case, if the group on the opposite side suddenly burst out halfway, and the identity of the enemy who ambushed him would be very intriguing.

Vatutin, who knew that the armed forces in Ukraine were complex, had actually suspected that the answer was very close to the truth. However, Vatutin still needed an answer to finally prove his guess. With the help of Mara, It will be carried out by Shenke's hands.

"I understand, I will bring these bastards to you, Comrade Commander, I promise!"

The conversation with Vatutin came to an end, and Malashenko, who put down the radio transmitter in his hand, had eyes full of anger and murderous intent.

"A bunch of Ukrainian bandits who don't know how to live or die! I'm going to bring tanks and blast you all into the sky right now!"

No matter how capable an armed group of bandits is and how sophisticated their weapons are, they are nothing but a piece of meat in front of an elite-level regular field force.

What's more, Malashenko and his Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division, a top elite heavy armored force that even the Germans would call "steel butchers" in horror, are best at attacking cities and attacking from the front. .

The three melons and two dates in the hands of those bandits were really not enough to fill the gap between Malashenko's teeth.

From now on, this group of bandits who have been targeted by Malashenko can be said to have entered the final countdown of their lives.

Malashenko's emergency reinforcements are about to arrive, and Vatutin's morale is high and he is resisting the enemy with more intense firepower.

Relying on the wreckage of the destroyed vehicle as a bunker, the soldiers of the guard platoon fighting around the comrade commander were already fighting with all their might.

In the absence of machine guns as the core of the team's firepower, the guard platoon soldiers armed with Bobosha submachine guns and SVT-40 semi-automatic rifles do not have the advantage in firepower and range.

The only advantage that can be considered is that the soldiers of the guard platoon are in a defensive posture. The unidentified enemy on the opposite side not only has to suppress firepower, but also allocates troops to charge and attack.

Although there is no advantage in long-distance firefights, if the enemy comes close, the soldiers of the guard platoon holding the weapons in their hands can give the enemy a head-on blow within the effective range!

In just a few minutes, two waves of enemy infantry charges that tried to approach had been repelled. The area of ​​about 200 meters was filled with nearly a hundred corpses that were still warm, or were dying but still wailing. A dying person, such a scene is obviously unexpected and shocking to someone.

"No way! Leader! The firepower of this group of Bolsheviks is shocking. As soon as our people got close, they were like mice hitting a hedgehog. Two consecutive waves of charges were repelled! How about we just forget about it? If we change the target, there are large troops of Bolsheviks and Germans around here. If they follow the sound of gunfire and come here, we will really not be able to leave! "

The thin monkey with glasses who had been fighting with the pork man before was now speaking anxiously to their leader to persuade him, but Anton, who was holding a telescope and watching every detail of the battlefield, didn't want to give up.

He had already taken a huge risk by personally leading a team to rob. If he just called it a day and went back without getting any benefits, let alone Anton himself, it would be a problem to stabilize people's hearts after returning.

It should be noted that this is the last robbery before departure. If this fails, many people who don't want to leave will probably have more opinions on themselves.

To put it in a down-to-earth and easy-to-understand way, it is "people's hearts are scattered, and the team is hard to lead." Anton, who has been a bandit leader for many years, does not want to see and cannot tolerate this kind of thing. You must know that this team, which he has finally pulled together, is the foundation of his survival in this chaotic world. Without this team, Anton will become a war refugee and nothing.

Anton thought quickly and analyzed the situation in his mind. He thought that he had not reached the end of his rope yet. To be precise, he still had a chance to fight for victory and hope again. The key depends on what he does next.

"Send another team up, using double the force of the previous attack. Use all the mortar shells you brought, and smash the backs of those broken car wrecks! I don't want living Bolsheviks, I only want the things in their cars!"

"The escort troops have such strong firepower, there must be some precious goods in the car, priceless! After getting it, even if we can't use it ourselves, we can sell it to anyone who offers the right price, as long as they are interested, even if they are Germans!"

"But what if the shells blow up the car? We have already blown up one car, and now there are only three left."

The skinny monkey with glasses was obviously worried that the shells would cause accidental hits. Anton, who was already in a bad mood, was so angry that his eyebrows trembled when he heard this.

"Then tell them to be careful! If they can't hit accurately, they should shoot a little farther and shoot more safely! They use precision standard weapons processed by industry, not the catapults that rely on luck used by barbarians!"