Chapter 1905 Battlefield Observation

The offensive against the German positions went as smoothly as Malashenko expected. The area actually controlled by the remaining German infantry on the positions was rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Read М

As long as the current advancement speed is maintained, Malashenko can guarantee that the news of the decisive victory will be received within half an hour. And this battle, in which even the combat engineer battalion and the divisional self-propelled artillery battalion were involved, can be said to have no suspense from the beginning. This is a devastating offensive that the German troops on the positions cannot resist at all.

"Each crew should maintain fire suppression and pay attention to keep up with the rhythm of the infantry! Now they are the protagonists. If they cooperate well, victory will soon be ours!"

While holding the periscope to observe the battlefield situation, the other hand is still holding the radio transmitter to update the latest orders at any time, ordering the troops to adjust the formation, maintain the existing advantages and offensive rhythm. Always make the most timely adjustments according to the latest battlefield changes, and don't let the Germans have the slightest chance to struggle and turn the tables.

What Malashenko, who personally participated in the battle and went to the front line to command the front-line operations, did not know was that at this moment, all that he did was being seen by another group of people who did not belong to either the Soviet Union or Germany. They were very excited and even admired it.

"Oh my God, it's incredible, Jack! I can swear to His Majesty the King of England that I have never seen such a beautiful battle! Never, at least not on the Western Front or in North Africa! These Russians, uh, these Russians simply slaughtered the Germans unilaterally. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would doubt whether it was true."

In the front observation post of the offensive starting position of a friendly infantry division not far from the front-line battle, several officers dressed in a dress that was obviously different from the Soviet army and completely different from the German uniforms were gathered together, one of them holding a telescope in his hand, and some even used the artillery telescope provided by the Soviet army to see farther and more clearly, and closely observe the battlefield situation.

The exclamation that was overflowing with words and came from the heart also came from these people, and it is still continuing.

"Well, I have to admit that these Russians are really good, but I think General Patton is even better than that. We have the best soldiers and the best weapons in the United States. You know? Even these Russians are using weapons provided by the United States to win, just like you. I think this is enough to explain the problem, don't you think, Johnson."

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Wearing the British Army Lieutenant Colonel uniform, wearing an ordinary steel helmet borrowed from the Soviet Army to protect his head, it looks out of place and out of tune. It's embarrassing enough to just look at it.

But this does not mean that Lieutenant Colonel Johnson, who looked unhappy, would acquiesce to the Texas redneck next to him to humiliate his motherland in his words. I, a soldier of the British Empire, must fight back.

"Oh, dear Jack, I think you should open your eyes and take a closer look."

"Look, those Russians are using super huge tanks that we have never seen before. Are they also made by you Americans? I really envy them. The Russians can build such great tanks, indestructible and indestructible. Unlike us, after resisting the Nazis alone and hard for so long, we used the unreliable tanks sent by our allies. Even the Germans are laughing at our cars being too bad. This is terrible."

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You laugh at me for being soft-hearted, and I laugh at you for giving me too bad. They are the same, who is laughing at who?

Seeing that Lieutenant Colonel Jack, who is several years younger than himself, is quite domineering in his dealings with others, and is full of nouveau riche-style bragging, he was so angry that his face turned red and green like a traffic light, changing constantly but unable to say a word.

Lieutenant Colonel Johnson, whose ancestors were originally from a prominent family, felt secretly happy when he saw this scene. The elegant aristocratic aura inherited from his ancestors suddenly emanated from every pore of his body, as if he was born to be much higher than the red-necked upstarts from Texas.

Are you arguing with me? When my grandfather was drinking black tea elegantly, your grandfather, a country bumpkin from Texas, didn't even know where to plant crops to make a living. You don't even take a piss to look at yourself. What kind of character is this? You really don't know what you can do.

Jack and Johnson, the lively couple who often bickered on weekdays, did not attract much attention from their colleagues around them. Everyone had long been accustomed to this and didn't take it seriously.

These two idiots were like this on the plane to the Soviet Union. They continued to bicker and quarreled non-stop at the Moscow airport after landing. They still didn't change their bad habits when they came to the front line. If I can't beat you today, we will find an opportunity to fight again tomorrow. It's really speechless and I don't know how to evaluate it.

In sharp contrast, the British major general, who stood out among the group of officers, was discussing what he saw, learned and felt with a Soviet colonel beside him in a gentle and respectful manner.

"Colonel Ivanov, I would like to ask, is this the unit you want to show us, the model armored unit that is known as the absolute elite in your Soviet army, the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division named after your leader?"

Although some things have been clearly written in black and white on the documents issued in advance, Major General Charleson still wants to confirm it again after witnessing such a scene with his own eyes. Only in this way can he be sure that some of his own sights and guesses are true.

Hearing the respectful British major general in front of him raise such a question to himself, Colonel Ivanov, who was responsible for accompanying these British and American people all the way to the front line, acting as a professional guide and coordinating battlefield communications, immediately looked proud.

"You are right, General. The powerful tank unit in front of you is the most elite guard tank unit of our Red Army, that is, the Leader Division."

"You applied to observe the battle of the Leader Division on the spot. Now it is just around the corner. The embarrassing defeat of those stubborn fascists will not last long."

"Soon, they will all raise their hands to surrender and be sent to Siberia for labor reform, or become fertilizer to nourish the land and a corpse. It's up to them, but victory will eventually belong to the Red Army."

"OK, I understand."

Nodding thoughtfully to indicate that he understood the situation, Major General Charleson, who seemed silent on the surface, was actually thinking about another thing in his heart, something that he had to do in person in the near future.

"It seems that it is time to meet this Malashenko. This guy may indeed be as fierce and powerful as described in the German intelligence we uncovered. I wonder if Marshal Montgomery's conjecture is true."

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