Chapter 2684 The Annoying Guys Are Here Again

TOS-1 has finished its work, and it is time for the siege team to continue the performance.

The IS7 heavy tank with a faulty main gun was sent back on the road, and the turret that was originally lifeless and busy with repairs also came back to life and started to rotate again, constantly looking for any high-threat, valuable targets, and looking for opportunities to fire.

However, this is not the point.

The point is that Alsim and the company deputy who just crawled out from under the tank are now hiding behind the huge IS7 heavy tank and saying "Fuck". The scene in front of them is really too shocking for them.

"How many shots did that thing just fire?"

"I didn't count carefully, maybe three shots, it should be."

Hearing this, Alsim blinked, feeling as if he was listening to a fairy tale.

But the reality seen by the naked eye tells Alsim all the time how fucking real all this is.

"Damn, you mean that thing collapsed the whole building with three shots? That's a four-story building! Not a fucking second-floor bungalow."

The broken building that just housed the resurrection firepower point, Alsim can say with certainty that it is a complete four-story building with a brick-concrete structure, and judging from the shooting effect of the infantry fighting vehicle just now and the surface condition of the building, it has been more or less reinforced by the German engineers.

If nothing else, at least the main firing holes are covered with military standard concrete. That's right, it's the same material as the steel-concrete fortresses built by the Germans on the Normandy beach. The quality is beyond doubt and it is absolutely resistant to be beaten.

But now, the whole building has been blown into a pile of ruins along with the concrete-reinforced firing holes. There are visible construction wastes everywhere, piled up in all directions, like a mass grave in the wilderness where no one takes care of it.

The whole building has completely disappeared, and the original four-story building has now become a layer of ruins.

No one knows how many people were alive in the building when it was still alive.

Maybe there are not only stubborn Nazis among those survivors, but also ordinary people living in Berlin, including the elderly, women, children, and maybe even a few months old babies.

But the TOS-1 gunner who is responsible for firing will not care, and the TOS-1 commander who ordered the firing will not care either.

Not to mention that Malashenko doesn't know about this yet, even if he knows, he won't care.

People always have to pay the price for their choices, and many times these prices have collateral damage, not just for themselves. And the time has come for the Nazis to pay the price for their actions.

As for collateral damage?

Sorry, that's not a problem for the leader and Malashenko to consider.

Who the hell loves a saintly bitch and who the saintly bitch is, what does it have to do with me? As long as I am still in the position of division commander, I will never use the lives of the Germans to exchange for the lives of my soldiers, no matter whether the Germans are civilians or Nazis. If you don't accept it, come and beat me up, provided that you have the ability to do so.

As a division commander, Malashenko has many responsibilities that must be fulfilled, and the most important one is to never disappoint the trust of his comrades who have entrusted their lives to him.

"The latest report from the front, Comrade Division Commander, the two siege teams have joined the rocket assault battalion team that went to support, and just carried out the first round of direct support."

"Oh, really? How was the result of the attack? Was it effective?"

Malashenko, who was standing by the window holding a telescope to observe the battlefield situation, was in a good mood. Even when he turned around and replied after hearing Kurbalov's report, his tone was quite comfortable.

Of course, this also shows that Comrade Division Commander is still very concerned about the most destructive land warfare weapons under his command.

"The effect is very good, comrade commander. Both siege teams reported that they achieved destructive strike effects, physically wiped out the buildings occupied by the enemy's stubborn firepower points at one time, saving us a lot of attack time and avoiding unnecessary casualties. It is indeed as effective as you expected."

"But there is still a small problem."

"A small problem?"

Seeing that Kurbalov changed his tone and seemed to be hesitant, his brows slightly frowned and then relaxed, and then he asked.

"There is nothing to hesitate about. If you have something to say, just say it directly and show your usual style."

"Yes, comrade commander. But why don't you take a look at this first? It was just delivered a few minutes ago."

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Malachenko, who was silent, thought that the matter here was probably not simple. Looking at the things that Kurbalov handed over, he always felt that something was not good. But he couldn't tell what was wrong. It seemed that there was an ominous sign that always lingered in his heart and could not be shaken off.

It is impossible to escape from reality. Malashenko is not a coward. He has to read the written document no matter how ugly it is.

But Malashenko did not expect that the written document would surprise him and make him feel that the development of the situation was a little unexpected.

"It's the same bunch of damn Western reporters again. This time there are only Americans. What? Are the British afraid to die?"

Malashenko's tone was a little angry, but not serious.

As for why

Think about it, if you were in the position of Lao Ma, you would be busy commanding and leading troops to fight, while the front-line combat troops were busy fighting bravely and fighting the Germans. No matter the front or the back, they would be very busy.

Then, someone suddenly told you that a group of foreign media reporters would come to your department for battlefield interviews. You could only cooperate to a limited extent and agree to some interviews, but you had no right to refuse directly from the source. Anyway, no matter what, even if it was just a formality, you had to deal with this matter like a job.

The document was signed by the Army Group Command, and the issuer was directly Chuikov himself.

Disobeying orders on the battlefield?

It was not worth it for such a small matter. Although Malashenko was not so subjectively willing, he was not stupid.

If you say that Chuikov deliberately gave him this matter to disgust him, then based on Malashenko's understanding of Chuikov and the relationship between the two, which was not very good, but at least acceptable.

Malashenko felt that Chuikov was not the type to do such a thing, especially at a time like this.

After assuming this premise, the remaining possibilities are easy to guess.

The biggest possibility is that Chuikov was also following orders, and this matter was also pushed to the army level by the superiors to be executed.

Chuikov glanced at the troops that had already arrived, completed deployment, and were still fighting, and found that only the leader division met the requirements. He had no choice but to pack up and throw a bunch of Western reporters to Malashenko.

As for Chuikov's superior, who issued this document to the lower level and asked for cooperation in execution, is there any need to say more?

Malashenko, with a wry smile on his face, knew it without thinking.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Malashenko felt that this was probably called military serving politics.