Chapter 2640 Firestorm (Part 1)

If the regiment commander feels that it is inappropriate, that is his business. The division commander has already made up his mind to leave, and nothing he says will help.

Malashenko did not say much nonsense. He simply said that he had made up his mind to leave and then stopped talking. The sensible regiment commander saw that this was the situation and there was really nothing he could do.

There are tens of thousands of people in the entire division. No matter how many people you count, there is only one person who dares to persuade and can persuade the division commander - Political Commissar Petrov.

If anyone else comes, it will not work, whether it is the deputy division commander or the chief of staff. As long as the division commander is determined, it is a miracle if he can persuade him.

So the best way at the moment is to do whatever the division commander says, don't ask or persuade, and do your best to execute the order. Of course, the fact is indeed so. According to Malashenko's order, the regiment commander transferred a full platoon of troops under his command to the division commander and let him be dispatched.

In fact, it was originally planned to be given to a company, but Malashenko thought it was too conspicuous to take more than a hundred people walking around the street. He had no experience in infantry command and no confidence in the tactical command of so many people. A platoon of troops was just the right level for Malashenko.

As for the rest, the platoon leaders of each company led the team to the crossfire area.

Malashenko felt a little novel with more than 30 people under his command. He usually stayed in a big iron box to give orders. It was not often that he could get a chance to be an infantry commander.

"Comrade division commander, don't get too far forward. We will reach the war zone in another block. It's better to step back. Your safety is the most important. This is what the regiment commander repeatedly told me to ensure before leaving."

The mechanized infantry platoon led by Malashenko was led by a young man who was not even older than Malashenko.

He looked quite young, that's true.

But the smoke of war and the flying artillery fire had left too many indelible marks on his young face.

The wound on the right cheek pierced by the pistol bullet healed, leaving a deep pit. The shrapnel of the mortar shell scratched the eyelid, almost splitting the entire lower part of the right eyelid in half. It is really lucky that the right eye was not blinded in this way. The only regret is that the platoon leader's right eye can never be completely closed like a normal person.

It is true that there is an impact, but he can still persist after adapting.

In addition to the two wounds on the face, there are at least three or four scars all over the body, all over the body of the young platoon leader, hidden under the military uniform, which is unknown to Malashenko, who can only see the scars on the surface.

"I won't cause trouble for you, nor will I make it difficult for you. When you get there, you will immediately take people to support the battle, and I will go to the command center to do what I should do. I know my own limits, so don't worry."

Hearing what the division commander said, the young platoon leader didn't know what to say for a while.

When I secretly made up my mind to do what I should do and complete the task, I also added a bit of silent gratitude to Malashenko.

The distance to the crossfire was getting closer and closer, and the rumbling explosions and the scattered gunfire were as noisy and violent as the New Year's firecrackers, and they were getting more and more deafening.

It was true that Malashenko and his party were advancing towards the crossfire, but there was actually another possibility. Could it be that the crossfire was also advancing towards Malashenko? It was not a one-way advance but a "two-way rush".

The answer would soon be known. As soon as he turned the corner, he met a team of light infantry who were withdrawing, which was Malashenko's opportunity.

"Wait, stop! Which unit are you from!? Where are you going???"

The state of the team of infantry in front of him was very bad, and it could even be said that they were a little embarrassed.

Everyone was either blackened by the war or stained with blood and scarred by the war. Although there was no frustration and depression in those pairs of bright eyes, those eyes still flashed with determination and high morale.

But the extremely embarrassed look of these soldiers, as well as the wounded soldiers who were carried and evacuated, made Malashenko feel quite bad.

"Ivanikov, the platoon leader of the reconnaissance platoon directly under the 2nd Mechanized Infantry Regiment of the 1st Brigade, reports to you, Comrade Division Commander."

Malashenko's face is not difficult to recognize. For those comrades with good memory and high face recognition ability, even if Comrade Division Commander is dressed in an unremarkable manner and wears a big black hat, they can still recognize him.

There is no excessive etiquette when meeting superiors on the battlefield. Malashenko is not like some generals who are arrogant and have more airs than abilities. They like the feeling of being treated with respect, especially in front of everyone.

Malashenko nodded slightly, and the platoon leader who had not answered the question immediately continued to speak.

"We just withdrew from the front line, comrade division commander, and are transferring the wounded and moving to the rear to rest as ordered."

"The reconnaissance platoon directly under the regiment? Withdrawing now???"

Malachenko was a little confused, feeling that these two key points were somewhat inconsistent and did not match.

"Tell me slowly, what's going on? What mission were you sent to perform? Why are you withdrawing now and fighting like this? Where are the other troops in your platoon now?"

There was no extra time to talk nonsense, so to make a long story short, Malachenko's question was brief and to the point, and the platoon leader with strong thinking and logical ability did not care about the wound on his face that was still bleeding, and immediately answered.

"We were sent to perform the mission of guarding the edge of the city. The environment there is complicated and the alleys are crisscrossed. It would be better to let the scouts go to feel the terrain first."

"But when we got there and just started to deploy, before we had time to fully understand the terrain, the Nazis who suddenly rushed out ran into us directly. At first, the infantry wanted to sneak in and we found them and killed them directly. As a result, after the Germans were exposed, they immediately became angry and changed to a strong attack. Instead of retreating, they increased their troops and launched a large-scale attack."

"Go with us There was only one infantry company, and the enemy used at least one regiment to attack us, with tanks, assault guns and other heavy weapons. More than a hundred of us defended that alley area, trying our best to stop those Nazis from advancing, but the difficulties and casualties were great. "

"We held on for about twenty minutes, and we couldn't hold on any longer. We were breached in many places and had to retreat. It happened that reinforcements came to relieve us, and our superiors ordered us to withdraw immediately to relieve us, along with the wounded who couldn't be evacuated before. I didn't expect to meet you here, Comrade Division Commander."