Chapter 2024 The Commander Is Ill?

Disguised surprise attack?

To be honest, the political commissar almost forgot when Malashenko last used this trick, but he was sure that Malashenko had used it before and it was successful.

As the saying goes, "One trick is enough to conquer the world." Taking the initiative to attack the enemy when the enemy is not expecting it is indeed very likely to make the trick "work again and again."

But the political commissar also realized that Malashenko was taking a risky move.

Once the tactics failed and the plan was exposed, it might not be as simple as losing a bridge. To be honest, it might be that the entire commando was involved. For example, when crossing the bridge, they were exposed and the Germans threw them away with the bridge. This is not impossible.

"Are you sure? You know the risks of doing this very well. Don't you think of other ways?"

The political commissar wanted to know whether Malashenko really intended to do this. As a matter of course, he could only get Malashenko's confident answer.

"If you have a better way, I'm all ears."

""

To be honest, it is true.

For this kind of battle with tight time and high risk, and more importantly, it is impossible to mobilize a large force to directly attack, in theory, a surprise attack is indeed the most suitable.

Although this is very risky, if you compare it with other tactics you can think of, this one has the highest success rate.

However, if this fails, the consequences of the entire commando team being involved are indeed "slightly serious".

But as Malashenko said, when you can't find a more suitable tactic than this, then it is worth a try.

"Well, I can't think of a better way. The longer we delay, the more disadvantageous it will be. Even if we don't fight back tomorrow, the Germans may take the initiative to blow up the bridge to delay time. Solving this big problem overnight is indeed the best choice. How do you plan to implement it? Who will lead the assault team? This candidate must be carefully considered."

While speaking, the political commissar, who lowered his head to eat a bite of food, unfortunately missed a very important and fleeting detail: the imperceptible "evil smile" at the corner of the division commander's mouth.

It was after this fleeting and imperceptible moment that the serious Malashenko quickly continued to speak seriously.

"Captain Alsim, the commander of the first company of the combat engineer battalion of the first brigade."

"In terms of experience, he skied with the head of a Finnish devil in his hand during the Soviet-Finnish War, and he is still alive today. The entire combat engineer battalion can count on one hand the number of people with more combat experience than him. In terms of ability, he is the most capable company commander of the spearhead company of the old combat engineer battalion. He was the first to lead the German division headquarters during the day. There is no doubt about this."

"In addition, he speaks German very well. I talked to him a while ago. I think his German level is not a big problem. He also has a Munich accent. I think he can fool the second-rate garrison troops at the bridgehead. In short, he is a very suitable candidate. I think he is the right one. A company of troops can almost handle it. With a few tanks, he can rush down the bridgehead in one wave. What do you think?"

""

What Malashenko said sounded fine, as if everything was very logical.

The political commissar, who could not detect anything unusual, nodded after hearing this. According to what Malashenko said, it would be great to have such a suitable candidate, and the next things would be relatively simple.

"Okay, it's good that you have decided. I believe you have a good eye for people."

"I will go to arrange the personnel and organization issues, and then contact the equipment. You can go find the Alsim you mentioned, and assign tasks and details to him. Maybe there are more details about the bridgehead among the German prisoners of war. I will find some valuable interrogation reports and come back later."

After saying this, the political commissar, who was used to action more than talking, got up and left, leaving Comrade Lao Ma, who had almost eaten the whole chicken, sitting there as if thinking about something.

About half an hour later, when the very efficient political commissar was about to ask Malashenko if there was anything else to explain before the commando set out, Comrade Lao Ma, who felt that he had arranged everything in place, seemed a little leisurely.

"The reserve troops have been arranged. Once the bridgehead is taken and the flares are raised, the follow-up troops will immediately rush up to support. The communication method relies on the onboard radio on the Black Panther, so we can get the latest news in time. I have also arranged and explained the specific mission details clearly, and there is nothing more to say."

"Uh, uh, I suddenly feel a little dizzy and nauseous now. I guess I caught a cold from the wind or something. You can do the rest. Lavrinenko is also here. I'll go lie on the bed over there for a while. Just call me if you need anything."

Malachenko suddenly became confused while talking, and covered his forehead with his hand as if he was very dizzy. Seeing this, the political commissar hurriedly stepped forward and got closer to take a look.

"Are you okay? Are you sure you don't need to call Karachev to see you?"

Malachenko, who looked dizzy just now, smiled temporarily. He stood up from the chair without swaying, but the smile on his face seemed a little forced.

"Oh! What can happen to me? I just feel a little dizzy. Who doesn't have a headache? The German shells can't kill me, so what can a little dizziness do to me? Don't think too much. I'll just take a rest. If you need anything, you can call me anytime. I promise to be there whenever you call me."

""

I don't know why, but watching Malashenko's back walking towards the camp bed beside the tent, the political commissar always felt that something was a little strange, but he couldn't tell why.

He could only shake his head and follow Malashenko's instructions, walk out of the tent and order the commandos to set off and start the action as planned. As he walked, he thought, maybe he was just overthinking? Perhaps he was too worried about Malashenko's health, that's right.

About five minutes later, when the political commissar, who had finished what he was supposed to do, returned to the tent again, he only saw a familiar back lying on the camp bed beside the tent.

When he got closer, he found that the habit of our division commander to fall asleep immediately had not changed at all.

He said he was going to lie down and rest for a while, but now he was snoring loudly and snoring like thunder.

The temperature difference between day and night in the wild is large, and the political commissar was worried that Malashenko would catch a cold. He also took a military coat from the clothes drying rack on the side, spread it out with one hand, and covered the sleeping Malashenko.

It seemed that he noticed that someone was covering him with something. Malashenko, who seemed to be sleeping not so soundly, was smart. He subconsciously pulled the thing covering himself, covering most of his head, turned his head and continued to sleep soundly.

Seeing this, the political commissar just smiled kindly. The division commander probably said that he was really tired.

Anyway, there is still some time before the commando arrives at the action location. It is not too late to wake up Malashenko after the battle starts. Don't disturb him now, just take a nap.

The commissar thought that there was no problem and turned to leave. He hadn't walked out for two steps when he remembered that he had something to do in the army. It would only take a few minutes. He just went to get a report and would be back soon. He would not delay much, so he quickened his pace and walked out of the tent.

But the commissar never expected that as soon as he left, Malashenko, who was sleeping like a dead pig, shivered all over as if he had been electrocuted, and sat up immediately from the camp bed.

What was even more terrible was that a corner of the tent was opened from the outside, and a big living person came in directly, crouching. It was obvious that he had discussed with Malashenko long ago and would meet him as soon as there was any movement. Malashenko's tone was like a thief who was afraid of being discovered, and he was very urgent.

"Hurry up, move quickly! Lie on the bed! If the commissar finds me, I can't leave!"

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