Chapter 2134: First Strike

"Tell him to wait for news of the victory of the war in peace at the rear. After everything is over, I will go back to my hometown to have a drink with him."

The above is what Malashenko entrusted Andrei to tell Kogin, and it is only such a short sentence.

When we came, it was just a small convoy of wheeled vehicles, trucks and jeeps, but when we returned, the situation completely changed. It became a long steel column of heavily armored iron kings crawling all over the ground.

Iushkin, who was holding the steering wheel, looked out the car window. The huge but not bulky IS7 heavy tanks were marching in series on the off-road road, which was a sight to behold. Along with them, there were also those who were also huge, The TOS-1 heavy rocket assault tank is extremely visually impactful. The scene of these steel behemoths marching in series is really exciting.

"To be honest, I can't get enough of this scene no matter how many times I see it. Sometimes I feel like I was born for this. I was destined to be a tank soldier. I almost love them to death. I swear. ”

In fact, not only Iushkin, any normal old man will feel excited when he sees these huge war machines rumbling in a single column. Even someone like Malashenko, who comes from the future, will feel excited. Travelers who have long been accustomed to big scenes are no exception.

"Think about it, these are the two most powerful heavy tracked armored combat vehicles in the world today. One is the most powerful heavy tank in the world, and the other is the heavy assault tank with the most powerful firepower in the world, and these are The hard food we prepared for those fascist scum in East Prussia, I can’t imagine how happy those Germans will be when they see them.”

TOS-1, which is extremely powerful and can be said to have devastating destructive power, is exactly what Malashenko likes. Every time I think of the German gun struggling and wailing under the cover of 16 rounds of 310mm heavy rockets, it was annihilated by artillery fire. During the scene in the dust, Malashenko always felt that his mood suddenly became much more comfortable, as if nothing could be better than this.

"You're going to whet my appetite. I can't wait to smash up the fascists and show these bastards our new gadgets. It's absolutely impossible to test the power of new weapons with these fascist bastards." It’s the most exciting game in the entire Patriotic War, I mean it.”

"game?"

Malashenko, who was slightly surprised, was stunned when he heard this, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Okay, it's a game, whatever you say is a game, as long as you're happy."

The road back to the division headquarters from the station is not that far, especially with a fully mechanized march, it only takes a short while to reach the destination.

"Oh my god, what is that? Why is there such a big iron box on the body of the IS2? What on earth is that?"

"I don't know, but have you seen that those are the same type of heavy tanks that Comrade Division Commander's new car rides? This guy is very powerful. Last time I saw it with my own eyes, it broke the German's new Panther into pieces and exploded with one shot. The power of fragments cannot be compared to that of IS6 and IS4.”

"It's good, but I don't know who these things will be distributed to. I guess it must be given to our brigade."

"Your brigade? Take it down quickly. The foundation of your brigade is the original tank regiment. This is an old elite brought up by the division commander. Don't you think it is too much to give it back to your brigade? Heavy equipment must be evenly distributed. Don't Forget, we are all members of the leadership division."

The two battalion commanders who were squatting on the roadside and coming out to get some fresh air and smoke a cigarette were all talking about the big new equipment that had arrived at the division headquarters.

The soldiers were amazed by the size of TOS-1, which seemed to be even larger than IS7. The commanders and comrades at the grassroots level were looking at the equipment, pointing, and analyzing possible technologies. At the same time as the performance, I also guessed which army these big guys who seemed to be unparalleled in power would be assigned to.

"It seems that the comrades are in high spirits. I just told you that these big guys can boost their morale just by driving back and taking a look. Is that right?"

Iushkin, who was not too talkative, almost kept talking along the way. Malashenko, who had been chatting with this kid all the way, was too lazy to talk anymore. He opened the door before the car could stop and said: Words, Wu Zi walked away.

"Go and park the car, and then go maintain our car with Seryozha and the others. If you dare to be lazy again, I will punish you by cleaning the toilet for a month!"

""

Iushkin, who was holding the steering wheel with both hands before he could turn off the engine, looked confused. Looking at the back of Malashenko who was walking away, he just blinked and complained a little aggrievedly.

"Isn't it just a short nap? As for scaring me like this?"

No matter what Iushkin muttered behind the scenes, Malashenko, who had finished his business and led the team back, still had business to do. As soon as he entered the division headquarters camp with a long stride, he found the man who was still correcting documents. Comrade political commissar.

"So soon? I thought it would be a while before you came back."

Pulling out a chair and sitting in front of the table, Malashenko, who had finished smoking, directly put down a pack of cigarettes from someone on the table, grabbed one, took out one, lit it for himself, and started sucking. After taking a sip, he replied to the political commissar behind the desk.

"You should go out and take a look and bring back a batch of new gadgets. A heavy assault tank carrying 16 rounds of 310mm heavy rockets. A single salvo can blast all the German fascists in the target area back into their mothers' wombs." ,I promise."

Malachenko was showing off his gains from this trip like a child who had just got a new toy, and he was quite proud of it.

However, compared to the new toys that sounded really interesting, the political commissar obviously had something more important to tell Malachenko right away.

"Wait a minute, I'll go out and take a look when I'm free, but I have something here that you need to see right away."

"Right away? What is it?"

Before Malachenko, who was holding a cigarette in his mouth, finished his questioning voice, the document in the political commissar's hand was handed to him, and there were also quiet words at the same time.

"This is the news that the messenger sent by the front headquarters just drove over. The plan has changed, comrade division commander."

"The prisoner captured by the scout confessed that his unit had already received ammunition and food and received the offensive operation plan. Combined with some other intelligence we have, the enemy may be planning a large-scale counterattack. But it is not clear what the enemy's strategic intention is. It may be that they want to disrupt our offensive deployment, but we cannot rule out that they think they have the ability to annihilate us."

"The specific situation is written in it. What do you think?"