Chapter 2460 "You Can Definitely Do It"

There is no doubt that the numerous German fortifications will become the top problem for the leader division in the next battle.

But this can only be regarded as a difficulty at best, the difficulty of attacking is not a reason not to attack.

Difficulties are placed in front of people, and they also need people to overcome.

Once the bow is drawn, there is no turning back. The leader division's powerful iron fist has been swung with all its strength. There is absolutely no reason to retract the fist unless it is absolutely necessary, not to mention that the reality does not allow Malashenko to do so.

"Malashenko, when can you take the Zelo Heights? Don't blame me for calling you, because Comrade Stalin is also urging me. Maybe Chuikov can't explain the reason to you clearly, but I think I should be able to. Do you understand what I mean now? I want you to give me an accurate answer."

Zhukov's tone on the other end of the phone sounded ordinary, not harsh or reprimanding, but Malashenko could hear that he was not joking with you at all.

When the name "Stalin" came out of Zhukov's mouth, Malashenko knew that it was not a simple matter. This was not a name that could be casually mentioned to subordinates, and it had an extraordinary meaning for Malashenko, the commander of the leadership division.

Although the issuance of a military order was full of difficulties and uncertainties, Malashenko, who was in the middle of the night, did not know what he would encounter in tomorrow's battle. It seemed that it was not a smart thing to rashly issue a military order when he knew that the enemy was very strong and difficult to deal with.

But Malashenko had no choice now. He knew that Zhukov needed this, even if it was just a simple sentence.

Or, a kind old man far away in Moscow should need this more than Zhukov.

The red arrow with his name on it, located at the forefront of the Red Army's full-line assault, was undoubtedly the object of his most concern, both at the strategic level and at the tactical level.

The former represents the overall progress of the Red Army's attack, while the latter represents the absolute embodiment of his personal will on the battlefield. No leader would turn a blind eye to the troops named after him, even the powerful and impartial Stalin.

"I promise you, Commander, I swear on the honor of the leader's division and myself. Tomorrow, the last German group that is resisting stubbornly on the high ground must be completely annihilated, and this will definitely be completed. From the city of Moscow to Stalingrad, I have never disappointed you and never broken my promise, and this time will be the same."

""

There was a slight silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, but in the eyes of Malashenko, who was holding the microphone tightly and breathing a little hurriedly, it seemed as if a century had passed without a reply.

"Very good, I believe you, Malashenko, as always."

Finally, a reply came from the other end of the phone. The firm tone was just like the person with this name. Wherever he went, he would show victory and bring strength and hope to people, including Malashenko on the other end of the phone.

"Take over the Zelo Heights and end the battle as the main force. I will personally report to Comrade Stalin and ask for credit for you!"

"The motherland is waiting for her most capable and warlike sons and daughters to report back the news of victory. Don't let her down. This is the final battle that determines the fate of all mankind, and you are now standing at the crossroads of fate, Malashenko. Lead the soldiers of the leadership division to move forward bravely. I believe you can do it! I and the entire front headquarters will fully support your actions. Go and win victory for the motherland!"

There are many exciting moments. Malashenko has experienced countless times, and even thought that he was about to gradually become numb to this feeling that he should have enjoyed.

But at this moment, the feeling coming from all over the body was like an electric current passing through the brain, which clearly told Malashenko that the fact was not like this. It was just like the cold wind under the city of Moscow in 1941, which made people feel excited. The words with a slightly trembling voice came out immediately without thinking.

"Yes, comrade commander! I will complete the task! I will use the steel tracks to crush those fascist demons to death on this land where the flowers of evil bloom!"

"Land where the flowers of evil bloom?"

The other end who was about to hang up the phone suddenly stopped the action in his hand and asked a question. The words with a little aftertaste and a chuckle came a moment later.

"That's a good description. It's true in this land polluted by fascism. Chuikov told me that you have a lot of insights into the philosophy of war. It seems that what he said is true. Maybe after the war is over, you can write a book. I can write a preface for you and attach it to the front page of the book."

"Ha"

When the joy that relieved the tension and excitement came along the phone line, Malashenko just smiled carelessly.

"I will seriously consider it, Comrade Commander, but now is the time for me to create content materials for my book. It will not feel bad to write the story of killing these fascist demons between the lines. I have no doubt about it."

""

"Then do it, Malashenko, I believe you also believe in the leader division, you can do it."

"Thank you again, Comrade Commander, I will live up to your trust."

The memory of last night, which was not too long ago, is so clear that even now it is still clearly imprinted in Malashenko’s mind. All the pictures and dialogues are kept in mind. Not bad, and this is also the original motivation for Malashenko to accomplish something.

"Come on, fascist bastards! Let me see whether you have enough heavenly spirit caps or whether my mace is strong enough!"

boom--

The huge sound of artillery exploded like thunder rolling to the ground. Along with it, the German bunker was also turned into countless fragments in the explosion. Almost at the same time, it was completely lifted into the air.

"Loading high-explosive bombs, continue! The driver starts the car and moves forward! Don't care about the harassment of the Germans, comrades need our support, move forward!"

The staggered layout of local fortifications cannot prevent the ISU-152A from using its 152 Justice cannon to approach and shoot directly.

The heavy protection was so thick that it even surpassed the main armor belt defense on the front of the IS6. It was so powerful that it almost made the German soldiers on the opposite side despair of their repeated efforts in vain.

Anti-tank guns, Panzerfausts, tank killers, and the latest anti-tank missiles

The desperate German infantry exhausted almost all the weapons they could use, and could no longer find any more effective anti-tank weapons to increase their firepower.

But those armored behemoths that stepped on the accelerator and roared out from the smoke and flames. They were taller and more powerful than the IS6, but they continued to move forward without being affected at all, and continued to use their calibers so big that they could make people burst into tears. The black hole of the muzzle is pointed at the target.