Chapter 2680 Cutting Sausages and Cutting Meat

War is like a gambling game, and the participants sitting at both ends of the table with chips in their hands are complete gamblers.

Malashenko never thought that he was a god of gambling, a gambling sage, or a gambler. He was just a kid. He was just as much a gambler as the gambler across the table, and there was no fundamental difference.

The only difference is that Malashenko is the dominant side, the side that can afford to lose, and the side that holds a huge amount of chips and can play stud with you at will.

What about the German stick on the opposite side?

The chips in hand are limited, and after losing for too long, the family is exhausted, and it is completely in a state of losing. If you lose two more times, you will be completely bankrupt and go to the streets to beg for food.

And what Malashenko is doing now is to squeeze this loser off the gambling table little by little, use the chips in his hand to fill the space of the gambling table more and more, and put it on the table. Pressure. I also pay attention to the sense of déjà vu.

His enemies still have a few chips to keep up with the two games. The city of Berlin is currently surrounded by a large army and has not yet launched a general attack. It is not to the point where the Germans will answer "no follow" to whatever you shout at the table.

This is Malashenko's chance.

As long as you call the game and the German guy wants to follow and can follow, then there is still something to play at this table and some fun can be had.

The defense area he was responsible for was being lost and eroded bit by bit. Malashenko threw the burden of pressure to the German commander opposite who was in charge of this area.

Malashenko didn't know the name of the man he was facing, nor was he interested in knowing it. However, Malashenko guessed that the German gambler sitting at the same table with him would definitely not be able to bear the burning feeling in his buttocks. And the stress of what to do if you were kicked off the gaming table.

"I'm going to ruin your situation. Do you want to follow me or not?"

If there was a phone available for direct communication at this moment, I am afraid that this is the only thing Malashenko wants to say.

It's a pity that the German commander on the opposite side couldn't hear this. The only thing he could do was to try to repair the wall amidst the bad news that was coming one after another. No matter what, he first stopped the erosion of the current wound.

"Order, the reinforcements speed up their progress and launch a counterattack immediately after arriving at the reinforcement position! Resolutely repel the enemy and be sure to stabilize the defense line!"

"yes!"

Malashenko is waiting, waiting for the expected "theoretically bad news" to be delivered to him by radio or phone call.

Fortunately, it didn't take too long. The German stick who was burned under the buttocks would really give it all and make a desperate move in order to save his gambling situation.

"Okay, understand, received! Then stop the attack as planned, deploy firepower on the spot to launch defense, use all available means and terrain to block the enemy, and tell those Nazis that it is not that easy to take back the lost territory. , they think beautifully!”

“Then let’s do this for now, yes, keep in touch.

Snapped--

Kurbalov hung up the radio and walked towards Malashenko without saying a word. Malashenko, who was standing in front of the map and ticking dots on it with a pencil, had almost guessed Kurbalov. What should my husband say to me now?

"As expected, Comrade Division Commander, enemy reinforcements have arrived, carrying mechanized units and heavy weapons. It is a mixed battle group that mixes medium armored units, assault artillery, and mechanized infantry. The forward attack force reported that the enemy's combat style is consistent with The situation we encountered yesterday was very similar. As expected, it should be the same army. Those Nazis we defeated yesterday are back. "

"Huh, then they don't have any other spare troops to mobilize. All the extra reserves are buried in the Zero Highlands."

I am not surprised at all by what Kulbalov said. The two powerful rapid reaction mobile forces encountered yesterday and today are the same enemy. This situation is completely normal and completely within Malashenko's expectations. .

how?

You can't think that if you work so hard and fight so hard on the Zero Highlands, killing at least 20,000 to 30,000 more Germans will be of no use at all, right?

The hardship you endured yesterday is a reduction of today's burden. Your efforts will always be rewarded. The formation of troops is also scientific, isn't it?

"Now that the fish is hooked, the hard work for a long time has finally paid off. It's time to move your body and stretch your muscles."

"Yesterday, I skinned these naughty pigs. Today, I'm going to take out their bones and rip out their hearts. I want to see if this precious reserve team can keep the naughty leader on the opposite side alive for a few more days. ”

"Send orders to all participating artillery units to enter artillery positions and prepare to fire as planned. The primary goal is to cut off the retreat of enemy reinforcements, create a bombing zone along the main street of the neighborhood, and block major intersections."

"Rocket assault tanks advance to the front line, but remember to keep a safe distance. The forward attack troops must cooperate with rocket assault tanks to clear attack channels and prioritize high-threat mobile anti-armor targets. I don't want to hear that rocket assault tanks are used by our own people. Do you understand the news about being killed in a crowd?"

"Understood, let's arrange it."

You German guy feels that cutting sausages is uncomfortable and uncomfortable. Well, let's change the game. Let's just cut the meat and cut it off, chop it up in front of your German guy, and feed it to the dog.

And this time there is no choice or change. If you don’t choose A, you will only be left with B. There is no such thing as turning around and starting over.

We are all adults and must pay a price for our choices. Now the time for you German to pay the price has arrived.

Malashenko's orders were implemented as efficiently as ever.

The Katyusha rocket launchers and ISU-152 self-propelled artillery units deployed outside the city on standby received orders to project artillery fire and conduct a barrage blockade at the designated area with accurate coordinates.

One after another, artillery vehicles with large and thick pipes and launch racks entered the artillery positions. In order to ensure that the firepower could be projected into the city unimpeded, they also deliberately found a highland area with the best firing range and the least obstacles on the firepower channel to deploy troops, maximizing the reduction of the restrictions on long-range artillery brought by urban combat.

The orange-red flames of revenge rose from the ground, and the roaring sky thunder fell straight down.

The German mobile quick reaction reserve team, which had just entered the combat position and engaged in fierce exchanges of fire with the enemy, had a new scar. The giant blade that fell from the sky was firmly stabbed into the waist, and the knife stabbed it so hard that it couldn't breathe. It felt dizzy and the earth was wailing.

"Artillery fire! Russian artillery fire! Scatter, don't crowd in the street! Take cover!"

Sporadic shells fell on the street nearby and exploded. A few German soldiers, not many in total, were blown up into the sky, and tanks and vehicles were blown to pieces on the spot.

But the German soldiers who were panicked and fled in the crossfire soon discovered after they recovered that more than 80% of the main shells were not coming at them. The main artillery bombing area that was bombed like a boiling oil pan was not in front of them or around them, but behind them, at the main intersection of the block that they had just passed by more than ten minutes ago.

It doesn't matter if you don't realize where the danger will come from now and are still confused. The land bombers that carry huge fire coffins for the Germans and provide professional one-stop battlefield funeral services will soon reveal the answer to their customers.

"Got it, we'll set off now."

"Rocket Assault Battalion, forward! Go to support our comrades!"