Chapter 2636: Disappearing Reinforcements (Part 1)

The German guy came to die as he wished, which is of course a good thing for Malashenko.

Of course, don’t get me wrong, the wish-fulfillment here is not the “wish” of the German guy, but the “wish” of our Comrade Ma.

Malashenko had planned this from the beginning, planning to use this attack to create a protrusion in the city, an offensive starting position that could be used as a springboard for future attacks, and to firmly drive this wedge into the city. The German guy's flesh was painful to his heart.

When the wedge is driven into the flesh, even a fool will scream in pain and want to pull out the wedge, whether subconsciously or rationally.

This is a completely normal situation and has nothing to do with Comrade Ma's "master's opinion".

But precisely because of this, this is an excellent opportunity for Malashenko or the entire leadership division.

Rather than wiping out the scum during the attack, everyone knows that it is easier to get the heads that come to you.

The leading division only needs to hold on to this newly captured position and make good use of all the available fortifications and building bunkers at hand. Those Germans who were unwilling to fail and had already prepared for the next stage of more intense street fighting would line up to die one after another trying to regain their lost ground.

I can fuck a lot of chicks to death without even moving my butt!

Is there anything in this world that is more enjoyable than this?

Malashenko, who had a sinister smile on his face, felt that there was no such thing and was very convinced.

Besides, I don’t know when it was the last time I just stood there and waited for a lot of Germans to come and die. I almost forgot about it.

In the final battle, you can also taste the feeling of sitting on the battlefield and driving a harvester to fully automatically harvest the heads. It is indeed a wonderful thing just thinking about it.

"Well, this is good news, great news! So how many people are Nazu going to send? How many divisions?"

"How many divisions?"

After hearing Malashenko's stupid question, he was stunned for a moment, and then he shook his head and laughed helplessly.

"This is street fighting, not field fighting, Comrade Division Commander."

"Even if it is a large block in the main direction of attack, if a block is thrown into a battalion, it may have to be deployed in batches before it can be deployed. This is one of the most restrictive combat environments for the party with superior strength."

"In this environment, how many divisions do you want the Germans to send here? Unless all they think about is the stuff in the cesspit, just like you said, wash their necks and line up to beg for their heads. Otherwise, then I estimate that even if you fight for three to five days, you won't be able to eliminate a few divisions of nemesis. I'm serious.

Before Comrade Political Commissar finished speaking, Malashenko chuckled, and his face, which was completely inconsistent with his identity as a division commander, suddenly became angry.

"Hey, didn't I just say that? I just came off the front line, so of course I understand that the troops cannot be deployed."

"However, did our intelligence officer tell us how many troops the Germans plan to send this time, and how many troops they will dispatch to attack us? Even if it is an approximate number, at least it will allow us to be mentally prepared."

Only a few divisions of troops came to kill people, so it was not a big meal, at least in Malashenko's eyes.

But it doesn't matter if there are only a few divisions and regiments. No matter how small the mosquito's legs are, they are still meat, and the meat is still cut from the Germans. No matter how many Germans come, we, the steel butchers, will accept them all. We just hope to get as many as possible.

"Well, this is indeed mentioned, but it's not very accurate."

Before he finished speaking, Comrade Political Commissar had already pulled out another report sheet from the document at hand, handed it to Malashenko again, and spoke at the same time.

"The reason why I didn't give it to you together just now is because this thing is not from our border defense area. It was sent by the intelligence agent in the city adjacent to our area of ​​responsibility. Logically speaking, we should not be able to use it."

"But look here, I read and analyzed it carefully according to the map. There is something wrong with the movements of the German troops mentioned in this intelligence. The group of German troops who made emergency maneuvers in the city more than two hours ago were heading west. Yes, due west. If they want to strengthen the defense of the city where they are, they should go to the south or southeast. Going west is directly to another city next door. Even in the German city defense layout, it is not them. Responsible defense area.”

"You mean, these Germans are coming to us?"

Of course, Malashenko could understand what Comrade Political Commissar meant and what he said. With the map of the city hanging on the wall in front of him, coupled with Comrade Political Commissar’s professional commentary that was comparable to the level of the General Staff Department of the Red Army, Malashenko If you still can't understand it, then you are too stupid.

"Yes, if you can think so, it proves that we are on the same page."

"First of all, it's time. The time mentioned in the intelligence officer's report was more than two hours ago. Extrapolating forward, it happened to be the time when our troops changed from infiltration to storming not long after the sound of firefights came from the city. "

"Furthermore, the composition of this group of Germans is a motorized force equipped with a large number of wheeled vehicles and an unknown but definitely large number of tracked combat vehicles. I would venture to guess that this may be a garrison in a nearby city. The rapid reaction reserve in the hands of the German army, or simply the higher level, the general reserve in the entire southern city of Berlin. "

"In the urban street fighting, deploy a large number of troop transports and heavy firepower armored combat vehicles. Guess what the nature of this unit is? The Germans can't use such a unit to squat and defend their positions. This is undoubtedly a fire brigade, or a vanguard unit for counterattacks, just like the way the Germans used their independent heavy armored battalions in the field in the past. They are of the same nature."

"The timing is right, and the nature of the unit also meets the requirements. I don't think it's just a coincidence that these two things can coincide. This group of Nazis are almost certainly coming for us. The estimated force mentioned in the intelligence is at least one regiment of infantry, equipped with transport vehicles and armored combat vehicles of the same organization."

"Obviously, this enemy should not be underestimated, comrade division commander. Now they may rush in from any direction of our defense line at any time, and we must be fully prepared. It is best to deploy a rapid mobile response force of the same nature, ready to reinforce the defense of the emergency direction at any time, and we can't let the enemy snatch this urban area from us again."

Comrade Political Commissar's suggestion is of course no problem, this is inevitable.

However, Malashenko, who was pinching his chin and looking at the map, was now thinking about another thing that made him feel a little strange.