Chapter 2871 I'm Not Done with Them!

A series of powerful explosions sounded violently in the middle of the night, and the cold wind blowing from the ruins of the battlefield roared through the bombing zone filled with destruction. The large area of ​​boiling explosion flames was immediately swept into a large sweeping fire storm.

It must be said that the British Lancaster is really good. This four-engine long-range heavy bomber has a powerful bomb load that is the first in the world. It can kill the beloved wives of many kind-hearted geeks, "Beizhai". Of course, it can also carry tons of death and destruction to the place where the British have long wanted to bomb but have never been able to do so - the core of Berlin. zone.

These twenty-odd Lancaster bombers, like a group of old hens laying eggs, carried out heavy bombing in the middle of the night. Even they were still some distance away from the front contact line. They were lighting up and burning fuel. They were still awake and paying close attention to the situation ahead. Everyone on Malashenko's side was alarmed.

"What's going on!? Where did the bombers come from? Why is there such a large-scale air attack plan tonight, and no one told me in advance!?"

Malashenko, who is both arrogant and easy-going, rarely gets angry openly and slams the table or yells at the people under his command. But if Malashenko really becomes like this, it at least shows that the teacher commander is really angry. It has been accumulated to a certain extent.

"We are currently communicating and confirming the situation urgently, not just you, comrade division commander. No one in the entire division has received news that there will be a large-scale air strike tonight, and it will be an air strike targeting the core area of ​​Berlin. It stands to reason that if there is an air strike plan, As a ground combat force, there is no reason why we cannot receive any news. I think there may be some other problems. "

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The young comrade, the division commander, was so angry that it was necessary for the older, calm and sophisticated political commissar to come out and cool down.

In fact, Comrade Political Commissar can also understand Malashenko, or in other words, no matter which military officer this matter is placed on, as long as the military officer is not a fool, it can only be said that it is inevitable to get angry.

Even if you want to let a military commander with a bad temper encounter this problem, it's not just as simple as getting angry, but you have to show you what it means to go berserk on the spot and jump in anger.

So Malashenko is like this now, which means he has controlled his emotions relatively well.

After all, the battle plan he personally formulated has reached the most critical step. Not long after the most elite infantry unit under his command penetrated into the enemy-controlled area, a large group of bombers buzzed and screamed in the sky inexplicably. Throw an iron bomb on the head of your most capable soldier.

What the hell is the difference between this and someone rushing up to hold down Malashenko's head, and then start slapping him indiscriminately?

I've seen people who don't give face, but I've never seen people who don't give face in such an extreme way.

This can't be said to be a slap in Malashenko's face, but it took away Malashenko's face.

"Damn it! If someone did this on purpose, it would really blow up my people. Even if I go to Moscow, I'm going to skin this bastard! At worst, I won't do it anymore, you can just shoot me! Su Kabule!”

Seeing the comrade division commander running around anxiously and still angry, the political commissar who was about to say something else had no time to speak when the phone on the table next to him suddenly rang anxiously.

"Hello? Leader Division, who is this?"

The comrade division commander and comrade political commissar were busy talking, and the long-winked combat staff immediately stepped forward, picked up the special intercom phone and spoke quietly.

Comrade Political Commissar, who was forcibly interrupted by the phone call, wanted to continue to finish his sentence, but he did not expect that the combat staff officer who heard a brief sentence on the phone would take the lead.

"Yes, please wait a moment."

"Comrade division commander, comrade political commissar, call the group army headquarters. Commander Chuikov asked comrade division commander to pick up the call."

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Malashenko, who looked at the Comrade Comrade Political Commissar, didn't talk nonsense. He guessed that things were urgent and they got it together. The call from Chuikov at this time was probably about this matter, so he stepped forward without saying a word. He picked up the phone in one step.

"Comrade Commander, I am Malashenko."

"What did you say? The British did it!? Are those John Bulls bombing Area Z right now???"

The British often organized long-range bomber formations to bomb Berlin in the middle of the night, which Malashenko knew.

But what Malashenko didn’t know, and even Chuikov didn’t know at first, but only knows now.

Those Anglo-Saxon barbarians with swollen noses and self-assertion were so arrogant that they didn't even say hello to the Red Army, so they drew up a battle plan called "John the Avenger" on their own.

And in order to ensure the confidentiality of the plan, it was not until the combat plan was implemented and the bomber formations flew over Berlin at night that the combat plan was hurriedly notified to the Red Army to share.

By the time Chuikov received the emergency report and saw the details of the plan, it was already too late. The strings of iron bombs dropped by Lancaster had already landed in Area Z and started to explode.

Realizing that something was wrong, Chuikov quickly called Malashenko. Even if it was a step late, he hoped to make amends and recover some possible losses.

The process of this matter is actually not complicated.

At first, it was the British reconnaissance plane that flew over Berlin during the day to conduct routine aerial reconnaissance, observe the latest situation in Berlin, and scout ahead for the upcoming large-scale air raid at night, identify valuable air raid targets, and improve the strike efficiency of night bombing.

But by chance, the British reconnaissance plane came at the wrong time, and happened to witness the bombing of the zoo air defense tower, which was bombed into a pile of burning flames and completely disappeared.

The overjoyed British pilot immediately returned and reported the latest situation, which was a big surprise.

This was a big deal. When the British heard that the three disgusting air defense towers in the center of Berlin had been pulled down by the Russians by some strange tricks, they immediately realized that this was an excellent opportunity for an air raid. The core air defense circle of Berlin formed by the three air defense towers had collapsed on one side and the defense zone was wide open.

The problem that had been bothering the British Royal Air Force and preventing it from approaching the core area of ​​Berlin had been solved. How could such a great opportunity be missed? The ground forces were doomed to fail in entering Berlin, but the British Air Force, which bears the name of the Royal Family, can still do it. I must bring honor to my country!

So, with this situation and the British's self-righteous secret operation, this "bad job" that made Malashenko angry and his blood pressure soared was produced.

After hearing the details, Malashenko couldn't bear it anymore. His eyes were as big as cow eggs and he was breathing heavily. He didn't care about his status as a division commander. He just started to greet the eighteen generations of ancestors of those Anglo-Saxon barbarians on the phone.

"Comrade Commander, the barbaric behavior of these Anglo-Saxon barbarians is absolutely unacceptable!"

"These bastards destroyed my battle plan and dropped bombs on the Moltke Bridge, which I wanted to save and was crucial in the next battle. Not only that, even my most elite infantry elites are now being bombed by them."

"If this causes casualties among my most elite soldiers, please tell the British and tell them."

"Send their most elite troops, send all of Montgomery's 7th Armored Division! I, Malashenko, will fight them under the city of Berlin and let these Anglo-Saxon barbarians know what the "leader" of the leader division is! I will make these idiots pay for their actions of slaughtering my comrades!"

"Tell them that I, Malashenko, will not let them go!"