Chapter 2678 The Sun Rises, the Struggle Begins

Malachenko said that it was fine to do anything.

But at this moment, Comrade Lao Ma did not realize that some things were really beyond his control.

It is true that people do not look for trouble, but people will look for people, and troubles will also look for people. At that time, even if Malachenko is lazy and does not want to get involved, he will have to face it. Not facing it means there is no worst, only worse results, and it may even force people to "life and death".

At that time, what will Malachenko do?

There are actually many choices, and there are more things that can be done.

But that is not something that can be discussed now. It depends on how Comrade Lao Ma will face the stormy waves that are still howling in peacetime.

"Let's talk about something else. What should we do next? Continue to fight in the city tomorrow morning? Or sit still and continue to fish for the Germans?"

Ivushkin's mind is very flexible, and now he is more and more proactive in commanding things. This is what Malachenko hopes to see and it is also a good thing.

It is estimated that time will be tight after the new day starts tomorrow morning. It is better to get things done now than to drag them out while fighting.

As Ivushkin said just now, Malashenko, who has never been "careless" or "casual" in leading troops in battle, immediately became alert and focused after hearing the words. The brain, which operates like a sophisticated war machine, quickly processed the plan that already had a basic prototype, and then presented it in organized language.

"Well, for the time being, there is no plan to continue to advance in depth. We have carried out combat operations with a purpose and the purpose has been achieved. That's enough. Taking over this outer city of Berlin under our feet will benefit us a lot in future battles. It can turn passivity into initiative, and it will not be a little bit of a big improvement in tactical flexibility."

"When we settle accounts with the Germans and start fighting, we can fight however we want, where we want to start, and how we want to crush the Germans. The initiative is in our own hands."

"But first, we have to make those Germans restless. I want to make these mixed I was so nervous that I tried my best to disrupt their tactical arrangement and defense arrangement. "

"Everything went according to their plan? How could it be so good! The primary goal is to get as many enemies as possible to move. If they move, we will have a chance, and the friendly forces around us will have the opportunity to create greater chaos and trouble for the Germans. I want to let these Nazis taste what it feels like to be exhausted and anxious all day long."

It is not to continue to attack in depth, but to get the enemy to move, disrupt the enemy's preparations and deployments, and create more opportunities for our side.

Ivushkin, whose eyes were rolling rapidly in his eye sockets, was indeed smart enough. He felt that he had probably guessed what Malashenko wanted to do.

"So tomorrow we will light a fire on the Nazis' buttocks and continue to trick the dogs in to kill them, is that right?"

"This is one way, but it depends on whether the dogs are fooled."

Malashenko, who came here to relax and keep in touch, did not bring his set of documents and maps with him. They were still on the car at the entrance of the alley together with his shoulder bag.

Malashenko, flicking the ash in his hand, did not intend to go into too much detail about these official matters. He just talked about what to do tomorrow, at least to give the brothers a conceptual understanding and psychological preparation.

"Tomorrow, our group will not move for the time being. I will find a way to light a fire for the German garrison troops on the contact line of the actual control area, at least to make them chaotic and feel pressure. As for whether to cut sausages or what you said, it depends on the reaction of the Germans. No matter what they choose, we have a corresponding plan, so let's wait and see tomorrow. If the dog is really put in a cage, maybe we can go up and try our skills, which is not impossible."

"As for the large-scale attack"

Malashenko, who extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, curled his eyebrows. Such a big thing is really not something he can decide.

"Wait for orders. War supplies are still being stored outside the city. It will probably take another three to five days to prepare. If we don't gather enough shells to blow up the Germans' graves, they probably won't fight seriously. Be patient and wait for a few more days. Good food is never too late. We have plenty of time to have fun with these Nazi bastards."

As Malashenko himself said.

It is true that our old comrade Ma has no right to decide the time of the general offensive, but it is also true that he has the right to do some "small business" in his own defense zone. As for how much he can earn, it depends on his ability.

The next morning, when it was still light, the German soldiers who were still sleeping on the contact line in the actual control area were awakened by the whistling sound of rockets and officially ushered in their "beautiful new day".

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh--

Woo-woo-woo--

"Artillery fire! Russian artillery fire!"

Beep--beep--

"Wake up! Everybody, get up the fucking time! Don't fucking sleep! Russian artillery fire!"

Boom--boom--

Boom--boom--

The serious large-scale bombardment of Berlin city day after day has not yet begun. The German troops in the city are not used to being woken up by the whistling sound of artillery shells every day, at least not yet, let alone reacting.

The Katyusha rockets outside the building flew down close to the windows, hit the street and exploded, sending up waves of choking smoke and debris. The German soldiers who had just rolled off the bed in the building were still busy kicking off their shoes. Some even forgot where they put the dung scoop on their heads before lying down last night. You looked for your gun, I looked for my helmet, and he put on his shoes. It was a mess.

The whistling of rockets, the explosion of high-explosive warheads, the whistles of alarms, and the curses and various strange noises of people

This was a chaotic and noisy morning, comparable to bargaining in the vegetable market early in the morning.

Even more exciting than this noisy morning was the 132mm Katyusha rockets that relied on quantity to make up for accuracy, and if they were fired too many times, there would always be one that could hit accurately, and flew into the house along the window frame.

Boom——

All the noise and disorder disappeared in the powerful explosion.

All kinds of broken bricks and rubble and the hodgepodge of objects blown out of the house, like a poor man who couldn't pay the rent and was thrown out by the landlord with his luggage, flew out of the shattered second-floor window and sprayed all over the ground and the street.

The shoeless German soldier who was knocked down from the second floor and thrown to the street on the first floor by the explosion was not dead. He had more than one breath left and was able to struggle and try to get up from the ground.

Why is it a struggle?

Because the more than 100 kilograms of flesh that was blown so soft that it was like mud and it was difficult to even stand up, in front of the camera of the 70-ton iron lump rumbling towards the explosion, it can only be regarded as a "struggle".