Chapter 2334 Would You Like to Give Me a Ride?

Chapter 2334: Would you like to give me a ride?

No one could count exactly how many German tanks were destroyed. This hastily strangled armored assault has now turned into a frantic armored melee relying on the open area near the village. Google Search Reading

Malachenko invested all the armored forces at hand to siege such a small number of enemies from all sides in this limited battlefield space, and put all the is7, is43 and even isu152\a into battle.

Although it was impossible to fill all the armored combat vehicles of the leader division into the battlefield space, it did try its best to fill the battlefield space until it could not fit more. Those poor German tanks were almost hit by any direction that could be recognized as an incoming artillery shell. Grenades and armor-piercing shells were used, and basically all of them were aimed at nothing.

This crazy crushing battle that ignored the marginal effect of the number of equipment invested was indeed as Malachenko thought, and ended this battle that had no suspense at all as quickly as possible.

The heat of the war has not completely faded from the battlefield, and the embers are still scorching the land that has been burned red by the war.

Corpses, steel wreckage, industrial waste, bomb craters and various explosion traces

The various messes on the battlefield ruins are enough to shock any ordinary person, but not Malashenko.

Malashenko, who is already accustomed to such scenes, can still stand there with his hands on his hips without changing his face or heart, even if he breathes the air with a strong pungent smell of blood and barbecue, and gives orders to his soldiers and the German armored prisoners who rolled out of the car and raised their hands to surrender.

"All summed up, roll call! Report to me by the number of tank commanders, write down the name of each tank commander, and count how many tank commanders and crews surrendered. Also ask who is the highest-ranking officer still alive in this group, and bring them here after you find out, I have something to ask."

"Yes, comrade division commander, I will do it right away."

Looking at the German armored prisoners who had already begun to line up in a row and line up in order under the forced order, Iushkin, who had just gotten off the car and was now standing next to Malashenko, suddenly spoke.

"I thought you would order to kill them all and not accept any form of surrender, but I didn't expect you to be willing to leave so many bastards in the end."

There was some hatred and resentment in Iushkin's words, and Malashenko could hear a little dissatisfaction in his words. Although this was based on the premise that Iushkin understood the general truth, this dissatisfaction was indeed there and clearly visible. Sometimes people's reason and emotions can coexist at the same time and do not interfere with each other. Malashenko knew that this was the case.

"It's OK to kill them all, but it's not necessary."

"Remember what I told you before? What's the biggest difference between the strong and the beasts? The strong know how to be self-disciplined and know how to curb their desires, while the beasts don't need to. They release their instincts to the fullest and don't impose any shackles on their desires. They are just a group of two-legged upright beasts.

"It's easy to become powerful, but there is an essential difference between the strong and the beasts. This is not a big truth, Iushkin, it involves each of us and the collective of our entire leadership division."

"I learned this from Comrade Political Commissar, and I hope you can remember it too. One day, maybe you will lead a powerful army, don't forget this, don't forget what the most essential difference between the strong and the beasts is, no matter how difficult it is, remember that a true heroic collective will never be remembered in history just by being "powerful", but it can be remembered in black history. ”

Hearing Malashenko's half-joking smile at the end, Iushkin, whose reason gradually took over and completely wiped out his emotions, also smiled at each other.

"I understand, but you have to let me complain, and I don't like people to say a few words?"

Is it a complaint?

Malashenko felt that it was not important. The important thing was that Iushkin really listened to what he said just now. It was enough to confirm this.

"Then you have to allow me to nag a few words, it's the same."

"Hehe"

"Hehe"

Iushkin, who laughed at the same time and turned the page, leaned against the huge No. 177 is7 command vehicle behind him and began to ask about what happened next.

"What should we do next? So many accidents happened that you didn't even expect. Do you have to go and confirm the situation first? "

"Well, this"

After a moment's hesitation, Malashenko glanced at the German armored prisoners who were being lined up for screening and simple questioning not far away, and then turned his head to look at the German infantry prisoners who were being escorted out of the village by another unit commanded by Kurbalov. He blurted out the words that basically had the answer in his mind.

"After I finish this, I will go ask Comrade Political Commissar. Maybe he can explain most of the problems and tell me the answer."

Malashenko really said this and thought so in his heart. Of course, he also planned to do so after he was done.

But what's the saying, there are unexpected events.

Just when Malashenko's voice hadn't fallen, a small GAZ jeep suddenly came from the direction of the rear, and under Malashenko's puzzled gaze, it drove quickly in front of the division commander and barely stopped.

"What? Comrade Political Commissar came so quickly?"

Malachenko's first reaction was indeed like this, but what happened next soon proved that Malachenko's idea was wrong.

The person who got off the car was not the political commissar, but another busy person in his division: the director of the communications department.

"Why are you here? Where are the political commissar?"

Comrade Ma, who always talked about the political commissar, had the same old taste when he spoke, but the director of the communications department, who was obviously in a hurry, had no time to complain, and of course there was no need to complain. A telegram was taken out of the document bag in his arms and handed to Malachenko.

"Comrade division commander, the front headquarters called and asked you to report to the front headquarters as soon as possible after the battle. There is an important situation."

"What important situation?"

Malachenko regretted it as soon as he asked this casual question.

Because the two lines of words on the telegram were exactly the same as what the director of the communications department had just said, and it said "important situation".

How could the director of the communications department know what was not stated on the telegram?

"Okay, I think it's urgent, I have to go, go now, where is the political commissar?"

After being asked twice about the situation of the political commissar by Malashenko, the director of the communications office could only answer truthfully.

"The political commissar is leading the division headquarters on the way, and there are still many things to do at the division headquarters. Because the situation is urgent, I was sent to convey the news to you first, and it is expected to take about half an hour to arrive."

"Half an hour, forget it"

Malashenko, who obviously gave up some ideas, shook his head, put away the telegram and returned it to the director of the communications office in front of him for safekeeping. He looked around and found that the tank was not suitable, and then spoke again.

"Do you need your car urgently? Or give me a ride?"