Chapter 1989 Mechanical Storm (Part 1)

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"Hey! What kind of Germans are we dealing with? The Wehrmacht bastards or the SS bastards?"

Iushkin, who was bored in the car and climbed out of the turret to get some fresh air, asked the question while holding a telescope in his hand to observe the situation in the distance. Malashenko, who was also free, responded.

"It's the Wehrmacht bastards. We haven't received any news about the appearance of the SS, but they may appear at any time. Maybe they are among the reinforcements that the Germans are mobilizing in the rear. It's hard to say."

The intelligence that Malashenko knew did not mention the appearance of the SS. The enemy in front of them was a group of Wehrmacht troops mainly composed of the Großdeutschland Division. At least that's what the vanguard troops of the First Belorussian Front, which had just been repelled, reported.

"Then how do we fight them? Just flatten them? Or do we have to fight against the German armored forces?"

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After putting down the telescope, Malashenko has not seen any signs of the enemy appearing on the distant horizon, and the friendly forces of the First Belarusian Front that had just been repelled and retreated have been left behind.

This means that the Germans have shrunk their defense and retreated after the successful counterattack, and did not stick to the land they have recaptured.

What does this mean?

Malashenko thinks this can at least explain two problems.

First, the Germans are likely to be short of troops, so they cannot withdraw more troops to defend the land captured by the counterattack. At least in the eyes of the Germans themselves, the existing troops on hand cannot defend it.

Second, this means that the leader division will have a tough battle later, at least the first stage will be an assault on the German defense line.

As for the possible counterattack by the armored forces, it is still hard to say at present. No one is sure that the Germans will do this. We can only say that we must be prepared and be careful that the Germans will suddenly attack us. After all, these bastards relied on attacking and counterattacking to repel the vanguard troops of the First Belarusian Front. They couldn't do this without some hard goods and real skills.

"First, we will fight a tough battle, and then be ready to deal with the German armored counterattack at any time. We have to be prepared for both situations. These bastards won once by counterattack, and they don't know that the opponent has changed. I bet they will try again. The Germans have always been stubborn."

Just as Malashenko finished speaking, the news of the vanguard reconnaissance troops suddenly came from the radio transmitter. Just from the slightly hasty tone, it can be heard that there should be gains.

"Worker Bee No. 1, calling, we found the enemy. The Germans have retreated to their positions and are strengthening their defenses. There are many Germans on the positions, but no trace of their tanks. I repeat, only infantry, no trace of enemy armored forces."

The unit that went out for reconnaissance was a subordinate unit of the First Heavy Combined Brigade of Kurbalov. Malashenko was in the center of the marching team of the Kurbalov Brigade and in the vanguard of the entire division.

In other words, the scout reported that the Germans' defensive positions were found, which meant that the enemy was not far from Malashenko, and the foreseeable battle was bound to come.

Malashenko did not pick up the radio transmitter to reply to the scout. That was not his job as a division commander. Naturally, there were people in charge of it. Malashenko could only hear the scout's report and share intelligence.

Malashenko, who had listened to the scout's report in full, had returned to the car and stayed in his seat as the commander. He was holding the battle zone map and carefully comparing and verifying it. After combining the scouts' advance distance and current location, and after a comprehensive analysis of the report, he quickly came to a conclusion.

"The Germans are still in their original defensive positions. These bastards didn't even move forward a kilometer. Ha, this is easy. The smaller the defense depth, the faster these bastards will die. I want to see where they plan to escape. Prepare to jump into the Vistula River to take a bath."

Seeing Malashenko return to the car to look at the map, Iushkin on the side also followed suit and returned to the turret, and came to Malashenko to watch the fun.

Hearing Malashenko's self-talking analysis, Iushkin, who had roughly figured out the situation after looking at the map, asked questions.

"Behind the river is the suburbs of Warsaw. Can we get in after crossing the river? I heard that an uprising broke out in the city and the Germans are suppressing it. Do we have to help those Polish devils?"

"Help them?"

Malashenko, holding the map in both hands, just shook his head slightly, but did not give an accurate answer. Instead, he put away the map and picked up the transmitter at hand, ready to give orders.

"Maybe, but at least we have to penetrate the German defense on the east bank of the Vistula River and take control of the bridge connecting the other side. If we can't take control of the bridge, heavy equipment can't cross the river. If we just let the infantry swim across the river to fight, the losses will be huge. The Germans on the bridgeheads on both sides of the east and west must be taken down!"

After adjusting the radio channel and explaining to Iushkin at the same time, Malashenko pressed the call button, and the planned order came out.

"Contact the artillery, fire at the predetermined coordinates as planned, the German positions remain unchanged, open fire immediately!"

Malachenko contacted none other than the political commissar in the division headquarters in the rear.

The overall implementation of the rear combat plan was entrusted to the political commissar, and Malashenko only needed to issue direct orders. This was also done to facilitate Malashenko's command of the troops on the battlefield. After all, Malashenko, who was on the battlefield, did not have so much time to issue detailed and thorough orders. It was undoubtedly the most appropriate to hand it over to the political commissar in the rear.

"Understood, the shelling will start soon. Have you already engaged the enemy?"

"Not yet, but we are approaching. The original plan remains unchanged. Let's blow these bastards up to the sky first."

"Got it, keep in touch, the artillery coverage will arrive soon."

After the call ended, Malashenko casually put down the radio transmitter in his hand. In less than half a minute, he heard a dense roar like lightning and thunder rising from behind him, shaking the earth.

Countless tracer flames passed over his head like a rain of fire from the sky, rushing straight to the set target. It was a full four battalions, a fully equipped regiment of the divisional artillery unit pouring out anger on the enemy.

Both the momentum and the scene were far beyond the reach of the two battalions of artillery in the past. Malashenko had reason to believe that the Germans, who had just finished a counterattack not long ago and were probably still retreating to rest, would be caught off guard. The only possible fate for these Germans was to be blown to pieces in the sea of ​​fire.

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