Chapter 2382 The Ultimate Witness

This is a brutal battle that truly allows the leadership division to exert its supreme combat power. It is also the first time since the synthetic adaptation of the leadership division that the leadership division has achieved Malashenko's vision of investing with full strength and 100% strength. battle.

The stage for the war has been set up, and the protagonists on stage are in full condition and ready to go.

Just like every row of tanks and every soldier he saw gathered on the starting position in front of Malashenko.

Intense and fierce artillery strikes are still pouring towards the high ground, whistling in the sky, and there is only the last minute time left before the final moment arrives.

When Malashenko arrived at the assembly point of the offensive starting position, he did not go straight to his destination. Instead, under the eager eyes of every soldier around him, he began to inspect his troops and understand the final combat readiness. There is absolutely no room for failure in this crucial battle.

"Are you ready? The fascists on the high ground are trembling under our artillery fire, ready to kill at the slightest opportunity. Can you and your soldiers complete the mission?"

Comrade Captain, who was fortunate enough to be questioned by the division commander himself, immediately corrected his military posture, held the AK tightly in his hand, raised his head high and saluted Malashenko, and blurted out unswerving words.

"The enemy will tremble and bow before our guns and bayonets. The bravery of the Red Army is unmatched! The name of the leading division will be sung on the battlefield! We promise to complete the mission, comrade division commander, and eliminate all fascist die-hards without leaving a trace. wipe out!"

"Very good! You have a lot of courage! I will remember you. Remember to come back to me after you capture the high ground. I will personally award you the medal on behalf of the division organization!"

"Yes! Comrade Commander!"

What you can see with the naked eye along the way are Stalin tanks, T-43 tanks, BMP-43 infantry fighting vehicles, and rows of mechanized infantry and combat engineers armed to the teeth, standing like a steel forest. .

Although it was not a deliberate military parade, it was just a temporary review at the troop assembly point on the offensive starting position.

But even so, this iron-blooded army that has gone through hundreds of battles, just standing there in an irregular formation and all looking at him, can already make Malashenko really feel that it is as if it has been forged thousands of times. Steely momentum.

The invisible murderous aura spreads like dust, permeating every wisp of air you can breathe.

Just being in such an array of hundreds of tanks and thousands of infantry on standby is enough to make people firmly believe that something is about to happen.

That high ground shrouded in artillery fire will be dripping with blood today.

Malashenko, who walked and watched all the way, was undoubtedly very satisfied with the readiness of his troops. This is an inevitable situation. If even the leadership division he brought out by himself cannot satisfy Malashenko, then there is probably no army unit in the world that can win the eyes of Malashenko, at least not now.

Until Malashenko walked all the way to the center of the assault group of tanks and mechanized infantry, and reached the core position of the entire offensive starting position, which was the final destination of the trip, when he was about to reach his car, An unexpected melodious melody arrived one step ahead of Malashenko and resounded in my ears.

"This kid is very agile and can do things quickly. If he doesn't travel back in time to deliver food in the 21st century, it would be a waste of talent."

After thinking about Iushkin's yellow helmet and yellow vest, Malashenko, who was riding a small electric scooter and carrying takeout through the streets, and was anxious to deliver food to people, almost laughed out loud on the spot. In the end, he suppressed the strong laughter and walked towards Iushkin and his group who were playing with the record player beside the car.

"Hey! This thing is really magical! If you throw a big black round plate in and spin it, the music will play. It sounds really nice!"

"Be careful, don't touch it! This is what the comrade of the division commander asked for by name. The gadgets made by the Germans are very delicate and as fragile as their self-igniting tanks. Be careful not to break them."

"Well, it sounds pretty good! It's just that the music is obviously not from our motherland. It sounds like the music of those old Western artists. It needs to be replaced by the music of our Soviet Union."

There was a record in the record player that Iushkin drove back. He probably took it out of the German guy's hand when he seized the thing. Many of those German generals who were lying on their backs like to listen to these intoxicating sounds and moaning without any illness, and now it was time to test the machine.

After all, Iushkin didn't want to rashly stuff the record that Comrade Commander gave him without confirming whether it was good or bad. What if it got damaged or scratched? It’s so much fun.

Iushkin was worried that he would be tied to a tree, hung up and beaten by an angry comrade, the commander. After being whipped with a leather whip, he would be forced to clean toilets for three months. He did not know how he came up with this strange punishment method. of.

"Okay, there seems to be nothing wrong with this machine. It's time to change to our own music. Pause for a moment."

"Hey, Iushkin, comrade commander is here. Stop holding your hand for a moment."

Iushkin, who was playing with the record player and was about to change the disc, subconsciously stopped and looked up. He saw the familiar tall figure walking away from him and striding towards him. The focus of his eyes was obviously on the record. On the machine and what is in your hands.

"How's it going? Can the stuff be used?"

Malashenko got straight to the point as soon as he stepped forward, and Iushkin's answer followed closely.

"No problem, you must have heard it just now. This machine plays music very well. I tried it. I was planning to change it to the one you gave me. Do you want to change it now? Or wait a while?"

Unconsciously, the soldiers at the core of the entire starting position assembly point began to pay attention to the melodious test melody just now, the current location of the division commander, and the small machine that Iushkin had just pulled in with the "Walker Happy Car".

They lost interest in the "Zelo Highland Flame Mountain" that had been ringing for nearly an hour and was somewhat tired of seeing and causing visual fatigue.

Seeing that everyone's eyes and attention were attracted, Malashenko, who had almost reached the desired temperature, nodded and signaled Iushkin to put the "gift" into the record player.

As the record player started to run again and slowly turned, the familiar melody described by Natalia in her letter came leisurely and resounded through the sky.

"Grassland, oh grassland, the vast grassland is endless"

"Heroes pass through the vast land, and the Red Army soldiers rush forward"

"Girl, please look, the road in front of us is flat"

"Look, this road is so far away, and there are constant songs along the way"

The familiar melody echoes in the ears as always. It is one of the most familiar and favorite songs for Malashenko and many comrades in the leadership division, just as they always call themselves "the grassland cavalry of the new era."

But this time it is different from the past songs. The soft and gentle female solo gives this song a slightly different meaning.

All the soldiers are pricked up their ears, quietly listening to this melodious, familiar and slightly unfamiliar song, feeling everything in it.

"Comrades! I am very happy that we can gather here today! It is my supreme honor to lead you to fight all the way here!"

When the familiar tall figure of the man, accompanied by his passionate voice that always gives strength to his comrades, sounded again under the leisurely background melody singing.

On the tanks, on the grass, and beside the infantry fighting vehicles, the soldiers stood up almost instantly without any extra orders, knowing what would happen next. Without exception, they all cast their eyes on the legendary tank hero, their division commander.

The final mobilization under the song has just begun, and Malashenko, who has been looking forward to this moment and fighting for it for too long, is still continuing.

"Marshal Zhukov has given us a mission, an extremely glorious and great mission!"

"Break the lock of Berlin, crush the Zelo Heights, and embark on the final road to crush the evil heart of fascism! We will teach those fascist demons how to fight!"

"Ura!!!"

"Crush fascism!!!"

"For the motherland! For Stalin! Ura!!!"

AK assault rifles and SVT semi-automatic rifles were held high, and the shouts that were higher than the waves in the mountains and tsunamis were mixed with the melodious female melody, and they drifted farther and farther against the background of the distant artillery fire, until they reached the sky.

"In 1941, the evil German fascists led their lackeys and hawks to break through our motherland, razed our homes, and slaughtered our relatives and comrades."

"They foolishly thought they could oppress us, make us surrender, and conquer us, but they were wrong! And they will pay the most painful price for this!"

The melodious singing continued, and the familiar melody sang what Malashenko and his comrades must do in the past, present, and the future that will soon come.

"Girl, please look"

"We are ready to fight the enemy"

"The Red Army's war horses are galloping"

"The Red Army's tanks are chasing the wind and lightning"

Malashenko, under the gaze of countless eyes, has now come to the roof of his own No. 177 IS7 command vehicle, standing on the top of the turret, and shouting with open arms as if embracing victory.

"Until this sacred Patriotic War is completely declared a victory, we will let those German fascists witness the strength of the world's strongest army field group! Witness their step-by-step process of death and destruction!"

The roar of engines coming from the distant eastern horizon has unconsciously enveloped the entire battlefield.

Accompanied by Malashenko's inspiring and passionate words, the long-awaited four-engined sky-lifting giant birds finally appeared on the battlefield in a formation flying posture, with the huge shadows under their wings covering the earth and shaking the sky.

The final moment is approaching, and the embers of the sky fire will be followed by the arrival of the final destruction.

Standing on the huge turret, standing in countless exciting shouts, and excited under the huge shadow covering the sky.

The announcement that is enough to be recorded in history finally resounded through the sky at this timely moment.

"Our cause is just and magnanimous! Our victory will go down in history!"

"Humanity will remember the moment when the Red Warrior swung his sword to kill the evil demon! Today, we will show the world the power of the leader!"

After two hours of repeated polishing and revision, I basically achieved a satisfactory textual artistic conception effect. This chapter works better with BGM. As for what the BGM is, even if I don't say it, everyone must know it. It is clearly written in the content, so I'll go to bed first.