Chapter 2375 Seeing an Old Friend Again

"I have never seen such a scene, never, I have never seen such a serious traffic jam in my dreams."

The unsophisticated Iushkin half leaned out of the turret, looking at the friendly troops on the bridge deck around him, lined up in a row, crowded together, and competing to cross the bridge and the river. I couldn't help but be amazed.

To say that so many troops are crowded on a bridge to cross the river at the same time, this is indeed something Iushkin has never seen before. It is one thing that the leader's division has a large number of troops and strong strength, but it is another thing to squeeze so many troops on such a small bridge near the front line.

So it is not surprising that Iushkin can have this reaction now, but the reaction of Malashenko next to him is completely different.

"Nothing, think positively. The Germans on the Zelo Heights have been beaten up, and now they can't draw enough long-range artillery to attack us at this time, and they don't have the ability to do so. Besides, this scene is just the beginning. There are not as many people clinging to the outside of the tanks as there are people clinging to the outside of the Indian trains. At least in terms of crowding, they are far behind the Indians."

Information transmission in this era is far less developed than in the 21st century. What Malashenko can easily say, Ivushkin may not know, and this question that follows is immediately thrown out.

"India? Where is India? Are there many people clinging to the outside of Indian trains? Why do people cling to the outside of trains to ride trains? Is this reasonable?"

Ivushkin's mouth is like a machine gun, and he talks a lot of things at once. Hearing this, Malashenko just said it casually without taking it seriously.

"There is nothing reasonable or unreasonable about that place. In the future, there will be more people hanging around outside Indian trains than sitting inside. Maybe you will know if you have a chance to go there and take a walk and see it."

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Chatting was just to kill time. Malashenko, who was commanding the guard tank company accompanying him, soon crossed the river under the priority dispatch of Kurbalov and came to the other side of the bridge.

It was not until after crossing the bridge that Malashenko had to sigh, "You Germans' bridge-building technology is really good." At least it can accommodate such a large number of Soviet steel behemoths rumbling over it without any problems.

Fortunately, the German artillery bombardment failed to blow up the bridge. Otherwise, how to send the 70-ton vehicle to the other side of the river in such a short time would be a headache.

In any case, after crossing the bridge, Malashenko immediately started his journey to the next destination, that is, to meet up with Chuikov's troops and prepare to launch the final general attack on the Zelo Heights.

Malashenko's arrival with the guard company was not too early. The vanguard of the leader division led by Kurbalov, who set out first, had already completed the crossing of the river with half a brigade of troops and technical equipment of almost the same organization.

According to Malashenko's prior request, the first wave of troops that completed the crossing of the river were basically the most elite and most capable main combat troops. They set out with enough supplies to sustain a high-intensity battle. The purpose was to be able to fight as soon as possible after crossing the river if needed. After all, the changes in the war situation do not wait for anyone.

That is, not long after crossing the bridge and moving forward, the bad situation that could be seen soon followed one after another in Malashenko's field of vision. The situation was not perfect and smooth.

"Everyone, get ready! One, two, push! Push! Push hard!!!"

"No, the wheels are still slipping and spinning! Go find something to cushion them, a stone or a wooden board will do, go!"

"Take down the self-rescue wood on the tank, the infantry fighting vehicle here is stuck, call an IS6 to help drag it! Quick!"

The mud on the ground was visibly sticking together into large and small lumps, and what was even worse was that the fields on both sides of the road were in even worse condition. The spring thaw and the heavy rain that had just fallen had turned the fields on both sides of the road into muddy ponds one after another. Even if they were not swamps, they were not far from the concept of swamps.

Not only were the wheeled vehicles stuck in the mud and unable to extricate themselves, but even some of the BMP43 infantry fighting vehicles, which were supposed to have good off-road passability, were also stuck in the mud.

In addition to the powerful horsepower, sufficient mobility, and wide tracks with sufficient ground contact area, off-road and passability in complex terrain, the IS6 heavy tanks are definitely the best among heavy tanks. Even if they are slightly stuck in the mud, they can still step on the accelerator and climb out by themselves.

The situation of the other vehicles is really hard to describe, and Comrade Lao Ma, who just crossed the bridge, frowned.

"Don't worry, it shouldn't take long, many vehicles are about to climb out, and everyone is thinking of ways much faster than the speed of difficulties delaying."

Seeing that the driver's expression was not right, Ivushkin hurriedly "comforted" him, while Malashenko just turned around without answering and continued to look forward and command his guard company to move forward.

Things like getting the car out of the mud are things that the grassroots commanders will do with due diligence. Malashenko believes that his troops have this level and should not be unable to handle such a small matter and require the division commander to personally take command. The only worrying question is whether they can assemble enough attack forces before the scheduled attack time.

Malachenko was really worried about some big problems. If he didn't perform well in this first scene, he would be a disgrace to the leader of the division.

Thinking of this, Malachenko, who was a little worried, finally picked up the radio transmitter, pressed the call button and spoke immediately.

"Kurbalov, can you hear me?"

"I can hear you clearly, please speak."

"There are some problems on the bridge side. You'd better send someone who can take charge to coordinate and ensure that the troops can move forward as quickly as possible after crossing the bridge without delay."

Kurbalov on the other end of the radio was obviously stunned when he heard this, as if he was a little unexpected and didn't react. After a slight pause, he blurted out his reply.

"Understood, I'll handle it now."

"Call over."

"Over."

The order has been issued, and the rest is up to Kurbalov to handle. Malachenko believes that he is capable of doing it well.

The annoying mud can trap many things, but it can't trap the division commander's vehicle, the command-type IS7 heavy tank, who uses the engine of the Red Navy torpedo boat to play "land boating".

The super surging power ensured that Malashenko finally arrived at the final destination under the Zelo Plateau almost one step ahead and one step behind the vanguard troops: the main force of the First Belarusian Front, the location of the forward command post of the 8th Guards Army of Chuikov.

Like many senior generals of the Soviet Red Army, Chuikov, a commander who has always been known for his "fierce image" and "explosive temper", also set up his forward command post very close to the Zelo Plateau. In his own words, this makes it convenient for him to watch his soldiers crush those Nazis and avenge the motherland within the field of view of the telescope.

When Malashenko saw Chuikov again after a long absence, this old brother who had fought with him in "hell" a long time ago was basically the same as before, without any change.