Chapter 219 The Sword Has Two Edges

A famous military strategist once said this.

"If you don't know how to effectively counter the new weapons and tactics in your opponent's hands, then imitating him is your best choice."

This is also true for Malashenko at the moment.

Just like what Malashenko did not long ago when he led his troops to repel the German attack force with an overwhelming advantage without any suspense.

The Red Army infantrymen who are now launching a counterattack against the German positions have also left their positions and only carry light weapons with them. The infantry anti-tank guns weighing at least 100 kilograms cannot be carried in such an attack that pursues extreme speed, but this is precisely the only effective infantry anti-tank equipment in the Second World War when infantry anti-tank equipment is extremely scarce.

In such a situation, once the Red Army infantrymen who only have individual light weapons to rely on and have no shelters and trenches to protect them are attacked by the German armored forces, the final outcome they face will definitely not be much better than the German attack force that was just rampaged by Malashenko.

In order to protect the friendly infantry behind them, the only way is to deal with the German pincer attack from both wings.

But among the entire Soviet offensive force, only the independent first heavy tank breakthrough battalion led by Malashenko is capable of doing this.

Malashenko, who turned the attack direction to deal with the German armored forces, would inevitably not be able to take into account the development of the frontal offensive. The infantry who lost the cover of the armored forces would suffer heavy losses in front of the German army's tight positions with complete firepower deployment. This is a terrible result that can be guessed with one's heels.

Dealing with the armored forces will not be able to take care of the frontal attack of the infantry, and leaving the German armored forces alone will play into the hands of Major General Fritz.

No matter which choice is made, it will not be able to take into account the overall situation and will inevitably give up something. The tactical arrangement that forced Malashenko to the edge of the cliff with only a few seconds left is the experience and shrewdness of Major General Fritz.

There are countless outstanding generals who appeared in the Soviet-German battlefield, the most magnificent land conflict in human history. Even Malashenko, a time traveler from later generations, would be forced into a dead end by these brilliant generals shining in the purgatory-like battlefield.

With only a few hundred meters left to the German position, Malashenko had no time to hesitate.

Facing the difficult problem thrown by Major General Fritz, a veteran Wehrmacht general, Malashenko gritted his teeth and made a seemingly stupid decision.

"Lavri, confirm the communication!"

In his own car, following Malashenko's No. 177 Battalion Command Vehicle next to him, Lavrinenko rushed forward. Hearing the familiar voice coming from the on-board wireless communication radio, Lavrinenko immediately grabbed the communicator at hand.

"I heard it clearly, go ahead."

"Listen carefully, Lavri! The German armored units deployed on both wings of the position must be eliminated first, and the friendly infantry cannot withstand such an armored offensive!"

"I will lead the first company to deal with the German armored units in the north, and you will take the second company to deal with another German armored unit in the south! The remaining tanks will remain stationary to continue to cover the main attack in the middle, and the infantry must not lose the cover of the tanks! Otherwise, they will be the target of the Germans! Do you understand!?"

After listening to the hurried words coming from the communicator in his hand, Lavrienko was slightly stunned. He almost thought that Malashenko was joking with him and almost dropped the communicator in his hand. It was unbelievable that all this was true. Lavrienko then shouted at the communicator he had just held tightly in his hand.

"Are you crazy? Malashenko! The first company now has only 9 KV1s and 2 T34s. Although the second company is fully equipped, there is still a huge gap in the number of tanks compared to the Germans! You are facing at least four times the number of German tanks as you. This is not an attack, it is suicide!"

Facing the anxiety of his deputy and old classmate, who could be felt even through the microphone, Malashenko, who had made up his mind after weighing the entire battlefield situation, did not waver at all.

"Besides this, do we have any other way? Lavri, tell me."

Malashenko's calm words quietly coming from the other end of the communicator instantly extinguished Lavrinenko's anger like a bucket of ice water.

Just as Malashenko said at this time.

In addition to splitting up to cover the frontal offensive while forcibly defeating the German armored forces, the entire Soviet offensive force, including Malashenko and Lavrinenko, had no choice.

After entering the effective range, the German light weapons and small-caliber anti-tank guns have begun to hit the front tanks. Lavrinenko, who was ringing with the sound of gunfire and metal collisions on the battlefield, had no choice but to agree to Malashenko's tactics.

"Don't expect me to collect your body, Malashenko! You have to hand over your Lenin Medal and Commendation to Natalia alive! So you must come back alive, understand!?"

While holding the communicator in his right hand, he glanced at the mottled black and white photo in his left hand that he had kept well until now. The smile of the girl he had never seen in person was so sweet. This kind of inexplicable sadness accompanied by an indescribable sense of strangeness lingered in Malashenko's heart for a long time.

"You too, don't let me drag your charred body out of the wreckage, remember your nickname "Sniper's Eye"!"

After saying all this, he put the photo back into the lining of his fireproof combat uniform and closed his collar. After taking a deep breath, Malashenko immediately dialed the communication channel of the entire battalion and issued an order.

"The first company will follow me to attack the German armored forces in the north of the position, and the second company will follow the car of the deputy battalion commander Lavrinenko to attack the German armored forces in the south of the position!"

"The remaining troops will cover the central infantry group to attack the main position of the German army! Be firm in your will, comrades! Victory will eventually belong to us, Ura!"

From the first shot of the October Revolution to the present, the brutal battles one after another have trained a tenacious red grassland cavalry. The Red Army tank soldiers who have taken over this sacred and glorious banner have, as always, launched a brave charge to praise the indomitable spirit and greatness against the capitalist enemies who have always occupied an absolute advantage.

"Why did they make this decision? Was it due to stupid arrogance or the Bolsheviks' beliefs?"

With strong doubts and confusion in his heart, Major General Fritz quietly put down the binoculars in his hand. He was a little curious about the commander of the Soviet armored forces in front of him and spoke coldly.

"Tell Rakel and Hezesem to destroy these two Soviet armored forces that have moved forward separately and then launch a penetration offensive according to the original plan. I am waiting for the good news that the two of them will meet behind Ivan's buttocks."