Chapter 1717 Brotherhood

The German army retreated in panic, leaving corpses and steel wreckage on the ground in front of the position. Some wounded German soldiers who were still not dead fell on the pile of dead people and howled and groaned, hoping that someone could survive this critical moment when their lives were hanging by a thread. Come here and give me a hand. Being able to survive, something that seemed easy to do in normal times, unexpectedly turned out to be a luxury right now.

But in fact, their comrades would not choose to come to rescue them at this time. It is obviously not worth risking the lives of living people for the sake of the lives of dying people.

In other words, if you were not beaten to death by the Russians on the spot, but were only crippled to death, you might as well consider yourself unlucky.

As for the Red Army, it is even less likely to come to rescue these enemies. The minefield in front of the position contains not only anti-tank mines but also anti-infantry mines. Risking his way through a minefield to save people for these half-dead German sticks? Sorry, the Red Army soldiers are not the European white leftists of the 21st century, let alone the Virgin Mary. Malashenko will not even frown when he sees those dying German sticks.

Regret it? Are you scared to death now? What the hell were you doing so early? If you dare to go wild on other people's territory, you must be prepared to be beaten to death with a stick. You don't even have this awareness and you still use a hammer to be a conqueror.

"There are quite a few Germans who are still alive. I estimate there may be hundreds of them. They are all lying on the ground and groaning. You can clearly hear the pigs squealing here."

Seeing Malashenko coming to him after getting off the car, Lavrinenko, who had not seen each other for a few days, took the initiative to speak.

"The Germans didn't even want their wounded soldiers, and they retreated so completely. Don't you think they are the elite of the Wehrmacht? That's it?"

Malashenko was actually a little confused just now as to why the Germans were so reluctant to fight. But after putting himself in others' shoes, Malashenko discovered that if the positions, postures, and strength comparisons between the German army and his own were reversed, he would not be able to win this battle.

In the face of pure overwhelming strength, all tactics seem so feeble.

It's not that the German army didn't work hard, it's just that the opponent was too powerful.

That's basically the truth.

"If you weren't an elite, you wouldn't have persisted to this level before withdrawing. If it were you, could you fight better than these Germans? We have to analyze the battle situation one by one, my brother."

There is one thing to say, Malashenko felt that under this comparison of the enemy's and our own forces and situation, the Germans on the opposite side performed quite well, qualified, and even excellent in every aspect of the attack.

The so-called difference between elite troops and ordinary troops is actually here. Putting aside technical equipment and tactical applications, the heroic and tenacious fighting will and the command-and-forbidden fighting style are the core soul of an elite troops.

From this point of view alone, the group of German troops who had just retreated opposite were undoubtedly qualified and worthy of the title of elite.

Not to mention anything else, just look at the fact that the German army was able to remain calm in the face of danger when retreating, cover it in batches and retreat in an orderly manner under the fierce and direct attack of the enemy's powerful frontal firepower, instead of turning around and running away in a swarm. This is already It is quite rare to be far superior to most so-called elite troops.

Especially the Wehrmacht, which still has this ability in 1944, is even more worthy of Malashenko, his opponent, to take a high look and take it seriously.

"Yes, it makes sense. The performance is not bad, but it is much worse than us. We will definitely win this battle today! No matter how many times these German guys come back, the result will still be the same."

He took out a cigarette case from his pocket and gave one to Lavrinenko, who was talking endlessly. Malashenko, who motioned for Lavrinenko to follow him for a walk elsewhere, followed him while walking.

"This time we not only want to repel the Germans and hold the encirclement point. Comrade Commander has given us relatively high field command authority. We can let our division decide how to fight specifically and use it on our own."

"My plan is not only to hold on here and complete the mission, but also to kill a large group of German armored troops who came for reinforcements. Even if they can't wipe them all out, they will still be severely damaged. Now we are just fishing with ourselves as bait. It’s just that the bait is alive and can eat people. With the reinforcements sent by Comrade Commander, we can accomplish this task.”

Obviously, Lavrinenko did not show any surprise. He had already known what Malashenko had said. He had already learned everything he needed to know from his political commissar comrades, but there were still some details yet to be confirmed.

"Have you reported this to Comrade Commander? This is no small matter, Malashenko. If we surround the Germans in front of the formation and beat them, we won't be able to think about eating the Germans in the encirclement. troops. Let alone the risk that we may be attacked from both sides by German breakout troops and peripheral reinforcements. In terms of follow-up troop dispatch and main combat tasks, you can guarantee that Comrade Commander's plan will be consistent with yours. Is there no conflict with the plan at all?”

Lavrinenko's question was detailed and long. The two people walking along the main road in the village towards the division headquarters couldn't help but stop and tentatively stood on the roadside.

Malashenko, who was thinking with his hands on his hips, looked at the wreckage of the Stuka that had fallen headfirst into the wooden house next to him, with the butt of the aircraft still standing upside down outside and had been severely twisted and deformed. His expression was slightly complicated, and he must have been thinking about something. Quickly spoke again.

"But if we don't do this, think about what will happen next? We still have to resist the offensive of the German reinforcements and block them from the periphery, or other troops will take over from us, and we have to tie up a considerable part of our forces."

"Instead of handing the initiative to the Germans, I prefer to turn the passive into the active. As long as we kill these Germans as soon as possible, everything will be solved, and we can free up our hands to deal with the Germans in the encirclement earlier. It is not advisable to let the German reinforcements gather together. We must take the initiative to attack, cut off the reinforcements that surround them, and eat them up in pieces. This is the best way at present."

Malachenko likes to fight this kind of proactive battle more and more, especially after the powerful Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division was almost unmatched and unrivaled on the front battlefield. Malachenko's boldness in the art of command has become more and more extreme. Some tactical applications that were unthinkable in the past are now done as soon as they are said.

Lavrinenko, who saw this clearly, smiled after hearing it. He had followed Malashenko since 1941 and was now a colonel and deputy division commander. Lavrinenko himself felt that all this was largely due to Malashenko, who had never forgotten his good brother.

Now that he had said so much and made up his mind, Lavrinenko naturally had no reason to say no to Malashenko.

"Okay, let's do it! The richer the war, the easier it is to fight. How strong our division is now can be measured by the degree of the Germans' defeat."