Chapter 1856: Unexpected Gains

The messenger who hurried into the house to report the news was a rookie. His childish face showed that he had not been thoroughly tempered by the war. He was probably another unlucky guy who was bullied by the veterans to run errands. This kind of thing is very common in any army, and it will be the same in the future.

But the messenger who loudly reported the emergency as soon as he entered the door was a little embarrassed. Looking at the regiment commander and the two comrades who were talking with the division commander, they all focused their eyes on him. The tension and helplessness came with shortness of breath, and he even forgot what the purpose of his trip was.

"If you have something to say, say it! There is nothing that the division commander has no right to know, say it quickly!"

Varosha saw the nervous face of the rookie and quickly reminded him, don't talk nonsense under the division commander's nose, I can't afford to lose this man!

Fortunately, the recruits who can join the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division must at least be the elite and outstanding ones among the recruits. Pure rookies who don't have any skills can't join this unit.

The rookie, whose emergency response is acceptable by the standards of recruits, quickly returned to normal, remembered the mission he was responsible for and immediately reported to the two big guys in front of him.

"Comrade division commander, comrade regiment commander, we found a large number of German heavy equipment in the No. 3 warehouse of the station freight yard. They are all brand new tanks! There are no signs of use at all, even the paint is brand new, without any scratches!"

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Tanks! ? A large number of brand new and unused ones? !

Hearing this, Varosha looked at Malashenko subconsciously with a confused look on his face, but found that the expression of the division commander at this moment was also slightly surprised, and there was a trace of an expression that he couldn't understand, and then he took the lead before himself.

"What model? How many are there? Have you counted them?"

Malachenko had seen all kinds of storms, especially since he had just captured a battalion of Grizzlies. He was still immune to the capture of a bunch of brand new German tanks of unknown number and model, which did not cause much inner waves in our division commander.

Faced with the division commander's question, the messenger, who had a relatively fast reaction speed, hurriedly answered.

"Panther, all Panther! The Germans' Type 5 tanks!"

"I haven't had time to count the detailed number, but three rows filled the entire warehouse! There must be at least 30 tanks!"

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Wow, 30! And all Panthers! ?

After hearing this, even Malachenko, who claimed to have seen all kinds of storms, was shocked.

Thirty Panthers is not a small matter. A normal Wehrmacht armored division may not be able to gather so many Panthers. They have to rely on those shabby No. 4 or even No. 3 to make up the number. Even for the elite Wehrmacht armored division, it is a pretty good configuration.

Wait, why did I think of the Wehrmacht? Is there something wrong?

Malashenko, with his eyes narrowed into a slit, suddenly realized that these Panthers are probably not owned by the Wehrmacht, but by the bastards of the Totenkopf Division.

Didn't the political commissar say it before departure? The bastards of the Totenkopf Division came to the station to receive equipment supplies. Malashenko almost forgot about it and just remembered it.

Since the Totenkopf Division has been upgraded to an armored division and is also an elite unit in the Waffen SS that enjoys priority supply rights, it shouldn't be too much for these bastards to come to the station to receive a batch of newly transported Panthers? Huh?

But why, the bastards of the Death's Head Division, who didn't know when they slipped away, didn't find a way to take these important Panther tanks with them before leaving? Even for the elite SS troops like the Death's Head Division, which could get supplies through the back door, the importance of more than 30 Panthers could not be ignored.

They were lost and captured by the enemy without even being used. This was really a big disaster. Was the commander of the Death's Head Division really so confident that he could take on this big pot? You know, this was enough to alarm Hitler.

After thinking about the whole thing in his head and thinking about it indirectly, Malashenko still frowned, but he didn't intend to continue to dwell on it and spoke immediately.

"Lead the way, I'll go over and take a look. Valosha, you stay here and continue to take care of the baby's affairs. Once everything is ready, send someone to inform me and we'll set off immediately!"

"Yes! Comrade Division Commander, leave it to me!"

After arranging the task and saying goodbye to Valosha, following the lead of the messenger, and under the escort of several guards sent by Valosha, Malashenko arrived at the platform freight yard, which was not too far away.

It was only after arriving at the scene and seeing it with his own eyes that Malashenko was surprised to find that the densely arranged formation of these large iron lumps left by the Germans was much more spectacular than he had expected.

The so-called warehouse in the messenger's mouth could not actually be called a warehouse. Rather than a warehouse, it was a cargo storage point with a roof and no walls on all sides in the inner part of the freight yard.

Based on the size and area of ​​these sheds, Malashenko estimated that they were originally used for the station to transport heavy machinery and equipment and a large amount of industrial raw materials, and for temporary storage.

After all, there is an industrial zone not far from the station, which is directly connected to the station by rail. I heard that before the war, it was a small industrial zone for making machine tools and producing tractor parts. There were also residential areas and supporting living areas for workers and their families around it. All in all, there were more than 10,000 and nearly 20,000 people living there permanently, just like an industrial town.

To be honest, it is not surprising that such a large railway station with relatively complete and sound infrastructure and even a large scale is equipped. It is even very normal. After all, the main task of this station is to serve the industrial zone. It is obviously not possible without a larger freight yard and a larger storage shed.

At this moment, the German tanks stored in these sheds in three rows in a row are indeed, as the messenger said, the Panther No. 5 tanks, but there are slightly different details.

For example, these Panther tanks are all the latest sub-models of the Panther series, not the old-fashioned Panther D, Panther A, Panther G or Panther F. It is the latest model, and the most popular one among the German armored soldiers on the front line. It can completely beat the T34, the T43, and the IS2, but it can only be beaten by the IS6 and the more powerful but less numerous IS4.

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Malachenko, expressionless and unable to tell what he was thinking, walked among the three rows of neatly parked Panther 2s, even the camouflage cloth covering them was just removed, and couldn't help but start to worry about how to deal with this batch of "iron treasures" next.