Chapter 2230 Last Chance

Chapter 2235 Last Chance

"Give them a chance. I now order the troops to cease fire and keep in touch at any time. The call is over.

Malachenko did not give any other orders to the political commissar. To be precise, it was because Malachenko's brain could not and could not think about these things carefully. He could only hand the problem over to the political commissar who had always believed in each other. Malachenko believed that the political commissar could handle everything, just like usual.

After a brief communication with the political commissar, Malachenko raised his hand and tuned the command-type inter-vehicle radio station on the driver's position to another section, and then pressed the call button again and gave orders.

"Attention, all units, stop the attack immediately! I repeat, cease fire, stop the attack immediately! Break contact with the enemy and assemble to me, over. ”

This attack-on-attack encounter in the wilderness snowfield had no existing positions or fortifications, so the general situation of both the Red Army and the German Army was similar.

In a field encounter, it is actually very easy for the advantaged party to break away from the contact. It is difficult for the disadvantaged party who is beaten badly to protect itself. How can it have the nerve to attack the enemy when it can't even stop the attack of the enemy? This is like a skinny gangster who has just been beaten by a strong man, yelling that he wants to beat the strong man who just left because he was bored. It's pure bullshit.

This gangster must have a problem with his brain, and the German army, which can make some rational demands, is obviously not at the level of such a low IQ. Otherwise, they would not have thought of something in a hurry to do something like sending a radio message in clear code to test.

Malachenko commanded the troops to cease fire immediately, break contact with the German army and temporarily retreat.

The leader division combat unit was able to quickly transmit the real-time combat order to the infantry squad level and all armored combat vehicles. The speed of this orderly retreat was really not exaggerated. It was really the kind of "aggression like fire, retreat like wind" double high-speed efficiency.

Of course, this also made some people who saw the strict, orderly and efficient scene of the leader division combat unit retreating after hearing the news through binoculars remember it more, and thus came to a more firm belief in the previous judgment.

"This group of Russians is no longer an opponent we can defeat now. They reveal something wrong everywhere, not only those fancy and powerful equipment that we have never seen before, but even the retreat. Have you seen such a neat and uniform scene where even the infantry received the news almost at the same time and began to retreat in an orderly manner? I have never seen it, never seen it in the Russians."

"This gives me an illusion, William, as if all the Russians are carrying radios and can receive tactical orders in real time. I know this is impossible, but look at the reaction speed of those infantrymen. They don't even need the officers to shout orders. They just follow the reversing tanks and retreat in silence. This is more terrible than their unstoppable and powerful attack.

There are many elite troops in history who can win and fight hard battles, but there are very few troops who can do a good job of retreating. There are only a few of them, like some wild animals on the verge of extinction.

Lieutenant General Dritz, who used his rifle as a crutch and refused to let others help him and insisted on standing and walking by himself, still held the telescope that he had just raised and put down in one hand. The words he blurted out were full of disbelief and incredulity about the scene he just saw, and even his eyes revealed a subtle strangeness.

He did see the subtle difference in his old partner's eyes. The man beside him, called William by Lieutenant General Dritz, who saw all this, was his partner's chief of staff. This tall and thin, orthodox Prussian soldier answered Dritz without thinking.

"Anyway, at least our method worked. The Russians have ceased fire. Even though they knew it might be a scam to delay time, they still gave this opportunity. What are you going to do?"

It is true that he sent a plaintext telegram to test the situation in order to end the battle, but objectively speaking, since it has been transformed into an actual and operational opportunity, it may be used for other things.

A practical opportunity is right in front of us. The key is how to grasp it and how to use it.

Fortunately, Dritz, who knew that time was running out, quickly gave an answer.

"Then let us"

"Listen to the fascist bandits on the other side!"

Before Dritz finished speaking, an unexpected and sudden loud roar interrupted his words, and the words that were on the tip of his tongue were directly beaten back into his stomach. It was obviously the Russian-sounding German that was amplified by the electric speaker and continued.

"You are fighting against the most elite field group of the powerful and invincible Red Army, the Stalin Guards Tank Division! You are now surrounded by the Red Army troops in front, behind, left and right! Put down your weapons and stop resisting in vain. The Red Army will guarantee your safety!"

"Five minutes to think about it. If you don't want to face the Stalin tanks again, seize this last time! This is your last chance to save your life and see your loved ones alive. Don't be loyal to the evil bandit leaders in Berlin! Think carefully!"

In the air of war smoke blown by the cold wind, there is still the lingering sound of the electronic music loudspeaker, echoing in the minds of all the surviving German soldiers on the battlefield, just like a train roaring and thought-provoking.

"Oh my god, Hans! The group of Russians opposite the Russians is the Stalin Division, did you hear that!? It's the Iron Butcher's troops!"

"Damn it! I told you that we can't win at all. We have no chance of winning against this murderous devil of Stalin! God knows how many German soldiers he has killed."

"I don't want to die, I dare not surrender! Malashenko will definitely kill us. We will be like pigs in a slaughterhouse when we enter the prisoner-of-war camp!"

Several German soldiers who were just hanging by a thread gathered together in anger, panic, cursing, or fear, hiding behind an abandoned truck with a flat tire. In the end, it was the calmest squad leader who made a summary.

"We can't decide, wait, someone will make a decision, and soon"

Just as this squad leader who can not only think calmly, but also seize this precious five-minute opportunity, quickly light a cigarette, or perhaps take two puffs before dying, said, the person who can make the final decision on his side quickly made a decision.

"What kind of person do you think Malashenko is? William, after all, we will meet him soon."

"I don't know, but I don't think he is really the number one killer under Stalin. You should have heard about some of his deeds in Warsaw. The propaganda above may have portrayed him as too demonic. Some people want this effect."

Drits, who sorted out the documents in his hand and stuffed them back into the pre-prepared briefcase, just sighed, then solemnly handed it to the chief of staff in front of him and finally spoke.

"Be careful on the way, have a good talk with the Russians, I'll wait for you to come back."