Chapter 2641 Firestorm (Part 2)

A reconnaissance platoon directly under the regiment headquarters, plus a company of mechanized infantry.

There was no artillery or air support, nor any heavy anti-tank fire support. It was just a group of light infantry, with at most a few infantry fighting vehicles with only 25mm small guns.

Just these more than 100 people withstood the Germans' tanks, assault guns, and infantry battalions, which were at least a regiment, and they were fighting locally and were extremely familiar with the terrain. The strong assault lasted for 20 minutes.

Although the time was short, Malashenko knew how difficult it was.

This was no different from using an egg to catch a stone, but the egg was not smashed to pieces. Dealing with this level of enemy was not the job of light infantry. Malashenko believed that his soldiers had tried their best.

But Malashenko did not expect that the worse news was far more than that.

"Everyone in our platoon is here, comrade division commander. There are only 18 people left who can breathe. The rest of the comrades are..."

""

A three-shift reconnaissance platoon was left with only 18 people who can breathe, including those lying on stretchers and unable to stand up.

It was very strong that they could successfully withdraw and not be defeated with more than half of the casualties. They relied on these light weapons in their hands to stay in the alleys where they were not familiar with the terrain and fought against the heavy assault group of the Germans who were coming towards them for nearly half an hour.

Okay, you are worthy of being my soldiers! Damn awesome!

This is the only thought in Malashenko's mind now, and the same is true when it is transformed into actual actions and accompanied by words.

"Good job! You didn't bring shame to the leader's division. You are worthy of the Guards and the leader! Go back and rest. I will take people to kill those Nazis now!"

If you want to say that he was moved, he was really moved. The reconnaissance platoon leader, whose face was bleeding and whose clothes were all black and red, even wanted to cry, but he finally held back.

He just nodded deeply to Malashenko and turned around again, calling on the comrades behind him who were walking or being supported and carried to follow, and crossed the street in front of him to the depths of his own control area.

For Malashenko, there were certainly some lucky things, and it was not just that he encountered bad news one after another.

The platoon leader of the regiment-level reconnaissance platoon knew the location of his regiment headquarters, and Malashenko knew that Kurbalov had only brought a regiment of troops into the city first, in other words, the regiment headquarters was the brigade headquarters.

Malashenko, who was familiar with Kurbalov's command style, knew that his capable general would not do the kind of thing that he would set up a brigade headquarters and a regiment headquarters when he only had one regiment.

If he only had one regiment, Kurbalov would definitely merge the brigade headquarters and the division headquarters for one reason: to facilitate command.

With only one regiment, why bother about brigade commander or not? If he had a regiment, he would be the regiment commander. Kurbalov, who put pragmatism above all else, was so down-to-earth and did not play tricks.

The actual result later was the same as Malashenko expected.

After being escorted all the way to the door of a tavern where the field command was located, he said goodbye to the young platoon leader and his soldiers who had escorted him all the way.

As soon as he entered the tavern, Malashenko, who did not even care about the basic return of greetings, immediately started to shout loudly.

The whole body was dressed like a big-headed tank soldier without even a military rank, but the actual posture he showed was that of a major general division commander. It was as weird as it could be, but it was completely out of place but did not make people feel much unreasonable.

At least, just looking at this look and this momentum, anyone who knows a little bit will not doubt that this seemingly unimpressive big-headed tank soldier is indeed a major general who can give orders.

"Kurbalov! Is he there? Come out to see me, Kurbalov!"

If you are not familiar with this place, you can only shout at the top of your voice, which saves unnecessary troubles and is simple, efficient, quick and easy.

As soon as Malashenko's "Hedong Lion Roar" or "Hedong Horse Roar" came out, a person who was on the phone in the inner room shuddered when he heard this familiar accent, as if he stepped on the electric switch and was instantly powered on, and almost dropped the phone. Then he immediately put the phone down without saying a word, turned around and ran in the direction of the roar outside the corridor.

"Here! I'm here, Comrade Division Commander, reporting from Kurbalov!"

Kurbalov could have expected Malashenko to come. After all, Comrade Division Commander had this temper. If he wasn't on the front line when the gunfire sounded, it would be like Dalige not drinking Dali for a day - I feel uncomfortable all over!

But what Kurbalov didn't expect was that the first sentence that Malashenko blurted out without thinking was completely different from what he expected, "Comrade Division Commander should ask about the battle situation", and it could even be said to be completely opposite and a world away.

"Where's my car? Where is my car? Give me my car quickly, I'm going to crush those Nazis!"

""

Okay, after Kurbalov thought about it, Comrade Division Commander's car was indeed in the city.

As for where it was?

Wait, let our old comrade Ku think about it

There were too many things and troubles here, and Kurbalov didn't have a clue after thinking about it suddenly.

I can only vaguely remember that I asked that bastard Iushkin to drive the guys to the next block.

That's right! I remember it now!

As soon as the keyword "Iushkin" came to his mind, Kulbarov immediately remembered the whole thing and immediately replied to Malashenko in a hurry.

"Your command vehicle is in the next block, just a few hundred meters away from here. I held down Ivushkin, that bastard, who wanted to serve as acting commander to fight. He was too much of a mess! I didn't assign him a temporary gunner. If he served as both gunner and commander, it would be a big deal, not to mention such an important command vehicle."

""

Fuck you! This little bastard dared to mess with my car! I'll see how I deal with him after the battle!

He thought so in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud.

Malashenko, who was in a hurry to do things, wanted to get into the car first. He always felt that something was wrong if he didn't sit in the commander's seat. Then he walked quickly towards a command radio station on a table not far away. This is the standard equipment for the command vehicles of the command headquarters to contact the battalion and company levels. With this thing, you can immediately summon your car to come.

As soon as Malashenko took a step forward, Kurbalov followed him, muttering that he thought it was necessary to explain the situation to the division commander.

"Comrade division commander, I think it is necessary to report the battle situation to you. Do you think it is possible now?"

"No need! You are responsible for commanding here. I trust you! I will contact you when I get to the front. We will talk later if there is anything."

""

Kurbalov was speechless and had to give up after hearing this.

However, neither Kurbalov nor Malashenko himself thought that there would be a worse situation waiting on the other side after picking up the radio and connecting it.