Chapter 2059 Fight? Fight for Nothing!

A short and quick battle ended. As Malashenko expected, the German reinforcements, about a battalion of troops, were not that difficult to deal with.

Under the premise that only a small part of the main force of the leader's division crossed the bridge to reinforce the front line, they were completely surrounded and annihilated in the shortest time, and the remaining troops surrendered.

"The Germans are getting more and more vulnerable. They used to be able to hold on for half an hour, but now they can't hold on for more than ten minutes. Then they learned to surrender like the French. This is too boring. It's always like this."

Needless to say, there is only one person who can say such heartless words, and it must be Ivushkin.

Early in the morning when the sky was bright, Malashenko, who had almost not slept all night and was busy all night, was sitting on the sandbags of the machine gun bunker next to the bridgehead to eat breakfast. The breakfast sent by the political commissar was Comrade Lao Ma's favorite milk oatmeal porridge, with freshly baked soft bread and pork sausage.

It was a luxury to have such a high-quality breakfast on the front line. Malashenko, who had been busy all night and had not slept, sat on the sandbags of the machine gun bunker, holding a lunch box in one hand and holding bread and sausage in the other, eating with relish.

Even though there were piles of German corpses that were temporarily pushed to the side of the road and not cleaned up in time, it still couldn't stop Comrade Ma from enjoying the delicious mood. He ate a bite of bread, sausage, and then drank a mouthful of milk and oatmeal porridge.

"Tsk, not greasy, it tastes really good~"

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Seeing that Malashenko's words were irrelevant and he didn't seem to intend to reply, Ivushkin, who was squatting in the machine gun fortification next to Malashenko and smoking in a Slavic posture, was also a little embarrassed.

"What are we going to do today? Continue to attack the city and clear out the Germans?"

Thinking that changing the topic might allow him to have a few words with the driver, Iushkin, who always has a lot of things to say and likes to chat with others, spoke again.

"Fight? Fight for nothing!"

"We fought all day yesterday, almost going crazy from morning till night, just to kill those bastards of the Great German Division as soon as possible to save time. In the end, we still couldn't stop until midnight, and we had to take down the Central Bridge of the Vistula River."

"The entire division has hardly had any rest so far. I guess there were less than a battalion of people who could sleep for more than three hours last night. They were either on standby or on the move. What are we fighting for today? Do you treat people as machines? Tanks and motorized vehicles need maintenance every hour. I can't figure it out. Did you take stimulants or something? Why are you like a Slavic superman? I didn't see you asking if you could rest today.

As Malashenko said, the leader's division had no rest at all in the 24 consecutive hours from yesterday morning to this morning. Stop and have a good rest. Either you are doing the gun or on the way to do the gun. If you keep going like this, even a man of iron can't stand it.

In any case, after completing the crucial task of taking the Central Bridge over the Vistula River, the leadership division, which has been fighting intensively for a day and a night without a good rest, really needs even a little time to take a breath and relax.

Taking the Central Bridge over the Vistula River overnight is just the beginning. Although the disguised raid on the bridge is quite successful, the task that needs to be completed by the leadership division is just the beginning.

According to the orders received from the superiors before, after taking control of the Central Bridge over the Vistula River, the leadership division needs to cross the bridge and enter the city immediately to achieve the dual political and military goals.

Malashenko knows the significance of this matter So after the operation was successful, an order was issued overnight for the main force to cross the bridge and enter the city. As for whether the follow-up will be an assault on Warsaw or just a formality, Malashenko still doesn't know, and he will know after the further follow-up orders from his superiors.

Even if we look at the ground forces of the entire Soviet Red Army, the unique leader division is definitely the one with the largest total strength and scale among the troops of the same level of organization, without a doubt.

The main force of such a large-scale synthetic cluster force crossing the bridge will naturally not be small, and it will take more than a little time.

So even if it has been busy from midnight to now, the main force of the leader division is still crossing the bridge.

The troops crossing the bridge at the moment are part of the second heavy synthetic brigade commanded by Varosha. , one after another, fully armed IS6 heavy tanks, with their cannons raised high, slowly drove down the bridge, and the vehicles were full of infantry soldiers who directly hitched rides to speed up the efficiency of crossing the bridge.

Following closely behind were more self-propelled artillery, jeeps, trucks, and even Lao Gan Ma half-track armored vehicles that the Americans had supported earlier. The entire marching team across the bridge spread from the west side of the bridgehead all the way to the east side. At a glance, there was no end, which showed the large number of troops.

An interesting thing is that it has become a rare thing for the infantry of the brigade to cross the bridge.

For the leader division that has basically completed the full mechanization transformation, it is very easy to let every soldier have a car to sit in. Even if there is no special infantry vehicle to pull you up, at least you can get on the outside of the tank and follow a car.

Having a vehicle is much faster than walking on two legs, which is very helpful for speeding up the efficiency of the main force of the division crossing the bridge. The order of "try not to walk if you can get on the car" was also issued by Malashenko himself.

Now, Comrade Lao Ma, who had just finished breakfast and wiped his mouth, lit a cigarette and sat there "like a god", was reviewing his heavy combined arms force, which looked very domineering and visually impactful even in a simple bridge crossing operation. Isn't this what men's romance is all about?

"Damn, this journey through time is not in vain. No matter how bad I am, I will be a big man who can leave my name in history! Even in the 21st century, those people in Moscow have to build a monument for me. With such great contributions, why shouldn't they build one for me? It doesn't make sense, right?"

Comrade Lao Ma was smugly standing here with a fairy-like aura in his mouth, completely unaware that someone was approaching behind him.

"Comrade Commando, is your breakfast tasty?"

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The moment he heard this, Malashenko felt as if his feet were numb from stepping on an electric wire. He turned his head subconsciously with a cigarette in his mouth, and saw an old acquaintance with a "kind face" standing behind him, smiling at him. The "kind-looking" expression almost scared Comrade Ma to death.

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