Chapter 2766 "Need to Work Overtime"

"Attention, commanders of all vehicle crews, squads, battalions, companies and platoons! I am Malashenko, your division commander, and I will fight alongside you anytime and anywhere. I am now talking directly to each of you on the radio, so listen carefully."

"You are now facing a desperate enemy who is fighting to the last. If they are unwilling to surrender, we will give them complete destruction."

"You are allowed to use all your strength and all means to fight to destroy every inch of land in this block where Nazi militants stand. Use all weapons that can be fired and use your maximum firepower. , pour every artillery and every round of ammunition produced by the motherland for us into the face of the enemy and give them death! "

"Write history here in the name of the great leader Comrade Stalin, let the enemy witness the greatest industrial creation from the motherland with their own eyes. Send those Nazis to hell to meet their fallen comrades! We will step on the smoking corpses of the Nazis to victory! Launch an assault on the enemy, Ura!"

When Malashenko's inspiring words were transmitted in the form of radio waves to every siege unit and every combat group under the leadership division, which had already popularized radio stations at the squad level.

The Kurbalov Brigade, which was already full of morale, was once again injected with a surge of blood. The passionate war cry that made the German army's ears numb and their bodies tremble instantly echoed in every corner of the street battlefield and resounded through the sky.

"For the motherland, long live the leadership division! Comrades, attack! Ura!!!"

The German army, which was already entangled in despair, now ushered in the trembling and fear of a mountain pressing down on its head.

The "crazy Russians" took up all the weapons that could fire, drove the steel behemoths that had escaped from their cages, and shouted the terrifying war cries to kill all the way.

Following the orders of the division commander, most of the German garrison buildings along the street could not even wait for the Red Army soldiers who rushed into the buildings to fight with them in close combat like they did a few days ago or even longer in the Stalingrad period.

Those roaring and roaring flying explosives with a starting point of 122 mm, an unlimited 152 mm, and a large amount of 310 mm became the final sonata for the funeral of these German soldiers who could not even see what the enemy looked like.

Whoosh whoosh——

Boom boom boom——

Boom boom boom——

The shouts and war cries had already resounded over the battlefield and echoed for a long time, but the fierce roars of the industrial masterpieces created by the Soviet war machine were even more terrible and terrifying.

If the 122 can't be destroyed, use the 152. If the 152 can't be blown down, use the 310. If the 310 can't be blown down, use another half-box salvo.

When you feel that the enemy's fortifications and bunkers are too difficult to deal with, don't blame the enemy for being too difficult to deal with. Look for the reason in yourself first.

There is no fortification and bunker target that can't be dealt with at all. It doesn't exist at all. You think it's difficult because you don't have enough firepower. There is only one simple and true reason.

In just half an hour, such a battle to clean up the remaining enemies was piled up by Malashenko, who was in a hurry, to a fierce level of firepower that has never been seen in the past few days.

The top batch of heavy firepower and technical weapons of the Kurbalov Brigade, with unprecedented equipment density, were almost all concentrated in the battle to clear the remaining enemies in the street, with full firepower.

It is no exaggeration to say that the number of various types of artillery shells fired per minute on the street battlefield now is more than the number of infantrymen deployed in this battle by the leader division, and much more.

Facing the fierce attack of the artillery shells that were several times the number of the enemy, the German army, which had hoped to delay time by relying on the buildings on the street, and see if they could find a way to hold on until dark and then break out of the chaos under the cover of night, only realized at this moment that their idea was impossible to achieve from the beginning.

The Russians on the opposite side knew clearly what they wanted to do, and had no intention of letting it succeed.

Looking at the desperate hellish scene outside the broken window frame, listening to the explosions and machine gun fire that came one after another, feeling the desperate howling of their own soldiers at the moment of death that was getting closer and clearer, and finally taking a last look at the divisional team standing around him, who had never given up from beginning to end.

Not only had one arm been broken by the Russian artillery fire, his face was covered with blood, and he was also bandaged half of his body. He could barely stand with the help of his adjutant. The lieutenant general of the Wehrmacht took a deep breath. The final moment was coming for everyone standing here.

"Telegram to the Berlin Garrison Command, respected Fuhrer."

"The 6th Infantry Division of the Wehrmacht has fought hard for several consecutive days, fighting against a powerful enemy that is several times stronger than ours until the last moment, ensuring that we have fulfilled the oath under the military flag and faithfully carried out the will of the Fuhrer."

"Now our unit is out of ammunition, without support, and all personnel and technical equipment have been destroyed in the battle. We are besieged by the enemy's elite force, the 1st Guards Tank Division, the 'Stalin' Division, in a corner of the southern street."

"Our unit is being annihilated and is preparing to gather the last strength to launch a counterattack against the enemy. Please don't reply to the telegram. We are burning documents and destroying radio stations. Some of the troops that have successfully broken through must inherit the honor of the 6th Infantry Division and continue to fight to defend Berlin. May loyalty and glory always be with German soldiers."

"Commander of the 6th Infantry Division of the Wehrmacht, Lieutenant General Otto Hermann Adolf Bruck."

When the last rays of the setting sun sank into the horizon, Malashenko, who was walking on the scorched earth with the remaining warmth under his feet, came to the remains of the battlefield in the block and looked around.

Looking at this place of destruction without a trace of life between the broken walls, all he could see were bricks, broken tiles and ruins. He was not very surprised by what he got today, but at least he was satisfied and raised his mouth.

"Cherish this last chance to survive, Nazi scum, it won't be long before I send you all to hell."

Malashenko, who got off his IS7 driver's seat and just drove around the ruins for two laps, was about to check on the wounded and ask about the details of the war damage that was said to be not big.

I never thought that Alsim, who was arranged by me to lead the team to rest early, suddenly ran towards me at this time, holding something in his hand and looking excited.

"Didn't I ask you to take the team down to rest? Why are you here again?"

Feeling that his order was "violated", Malashenko looked unhappy, or at least looked "unhappy".

But the excited Alsim didn't care about that at this time, and quickly handed a piece of dusty paper in his hand to Malashenko.

"Please look at this first, comrade division commander. I can't read German, but the deputy company commander read it and said that what is written on it is so exciting! Please take a look."

"Huh?"

Malashenko, who looked both doubtful and interested, took the paper handed over by Alsim, raised his hand, and took a closer look and found that it was really fucking exciting.

What Malashenko held in his hand was nothing else but the handwritten manuscript of the "last words" of the lieutenant general of the Wehrmacht. God knows why this thing was not destroyed and ran into Alsim's hands, and now it was delivered to him.

"Where did you get this? Where is the person who wrote this? Has he been caught?"

After being asked by Malashenko, Alsim, who was scratching the back of his head, began to recall the details just now and spoke.

"We found it in a ruin. When we were checking if there were any Germans alive, there was only a piece of arm buried in the ruins holding this thing. I took it down and found it quite interesting, so I sent it to you."

"I didn't see the person who wrote this. I guess he was buried under the ruins and smashed into a meat pie. I heard that the broken building was collapsed by a direct hit from a TOS-1 salvo. I think even if the Nazis are dug out, they will be a pulp. It's better to save some energy and keep it for tomorrow's Nazis."

"Ha, interesting"

Hearing Alsim's narration, Malashenko couldn't help laughing and was quite satisfied. He looked at the "electrical manuscript" in his hand again, folded it up, put it in his pocket.

"I don't think the Germans received the telegram. I bet they probably didn't have time to send it out. Our newspaper comrades will have a big story to write tonight, so they have to work overtime."