Chapter 2943: It Begins with a Tank Battle and Ends with a Tank Battle

He slowly put down the phone in his hand, and the connection with Zhukov came to an end for the time being.

Malashenko put down the microphone with something on his mind, and turned around while thinking, but found that almost everyone around him had stopped their work and saluted Malashenko, the commander comrade they had trusted for a long time, and paid sincere respect to him.

There was no prior arrangement and no signs. This sudden thing made Malashenko a little surprised, and even showed a little surprise and confusion.

"It was all spontaneous by the comrades. No one organized it, and no one gave orders."

"At first, I just listened quietly to the division commander talking on the phone. Later, I didn't know who was the first to raise his hand to the back of the division commander. Then it was the second, the third, until everyone, including me."

Looking at Kurbalov who saluted him with a smile, and then turning his head to look at the comrades in front of him who made the same gesture, he didn't know how to start, and only heard Kurbalov's solid and powerful words echoing in his ears again.

"It is our honor to follow you to defend the motherland and fight in all directions. It is also the honor of the leadership division."

"The first "Ura" is for the motherland! The second "Ura" is for victory! The third "Ura" is for our division commander comrade!"

"Ura!"

"Ura!!"

"Ura!!!"

Malachenko can see that everyone standing in front of him is a living person, a flesh-and-blood proletarian fighter, and a comrade with a sincere and passionate blood in his body.

It is precisely because of them, these comrades who are closely united around me, that I can always feel the power and feel that all my efforts are meaningful. Malashenko can step by step to today, overcome all difficulties and obstacles, fight side by side with comrades, and move forward until the final victory.

"It is also my honor to lead you, comrades. For the heroic collective called the leader division, for the countless comrades who sacrificed, and for the final victory we are about to win!"

"Ura!!!"

"The supreme glory will eventually freeze this moment and go down in history!"

Looking at my right hand that just returned the gift to my comrades, I recalled the moment that I still remember not long ago.

Malashenko once inexplicably broke into this alien world that did not belong to him. For this, he complained, regretted, and hated why God was so unfair to him, leaving him an ordinary life and not letting him live, and throwing him into this era of taking human lives lightly, where even dogs would shake their heads when they saw it.

But now, Malashenko has already found the meaning of belonging to this era. His presence here is proof that the body and soul of Malashenko have found meaning.

"Let's end this."

He clenched his right hand tightly into a fist at the focus of his eyes. With the confidence of victory in his hands, Malashenko, who already had a double meaning at this moment, turned around and walked out of the command post.

At this moment, a familiar figure suddenly broke in from outside the house and stopped Malashenko and spoke first.

"Emergency! A group of enemy heavy armored troops came from the north. The forward reconnaissance troops just confirmed the situation and returned. It seems that they should have come from the direction of the Crown Prince Bridge on the east side of Zone Z."

"Tanks, assault guns and armored vehicles. I don't know where they suddenly jumped out of the ground with so many people and equipment. The infantry and armored troops together must be at least one reinforced regiment. Now they are rushing southward towards us. It is estimated that they will be in contact with artillery fire in less than ten minutes."

Malashenko has actually been waiting for something to happen, waiting for something that is expected.

It is well known that the garrison troops in Zone Z are much stronger than those in the existing history. The Nazi Guards stationed here are not the foreign scumbags in history, but the two elite armored divisions of the real SS ace troops "Empire" and "Skull". This is what Malashenko has repeatedly confirmed in multiple intelligence.

It is true that the Z zone offensive has killed a lot of Nazi bastards, but where are the rest?

The SS lunatics who were killed together are less than the full strength of a division, not to mention two large-scale armored divisions.

As for armored combat vehicles, it is even more outrageous. Malashenko estimates that they have not even eaten up half of the full strength of the German armored divisions.

Even the two SS ace armored divisions are not fully staffed, have battle losses, and are not in full strength.

But if it is said that such a small battle loss has wiped out the foundation, then Malashenko thinks that your two so-called SS ace armored divisions, did they retreat into Zone Z in a crippled state from the beginning and linger on?

This is obviously not in line with common sense, and it is full of weirdness.

Malashenko would rather believe that the enemy is hiding its strength and conspiring, and would never believe that the enemy is stupid and incompetent.

Facts have proved that the SS, unwilling to fail, is indeed conspiring a bigger conspiracy, preparing to go all in before the final moment.

Whether this group of SS soldiers believes that the fierce battle in the Reichstag is in full swing, and the Red Army is busy with the final sprint and concentrating on rushing over, it can catch them off guard and have unexpected results. Or this group of SS soldiers really just gathered their forces not long ago, and they went all in after accumulating what they think is sufficient strength.

For Malashenko, there is only one result, and only one targeted response is needed.

Fight, no matter how you plan and what kind of troops you send, you can show them all. The reserve group led and commanded by Malashenko in the ruins of the opera house is reserved for this purpose.

"It just so happens that those losers will never leave the gambling table unless they have used up all the chips in their hands. Leaving trouble to other brother troops will cause more unnecessary casualties. Let us personally send these bastards on the road. Iushkin has been itching for a long time."

"Ha, I knew you would say that! Let's act, quickly!"

With an order from Malashenko, the reserve group stationed on standby in the departure position in the ruins of the opera house immediately roared and pushed the shells into the chamber for firing, stepped on the accelerator and rushed straight to the direction where the enemy came all the way.

The King's Square, which was already full of smoke and flames, became "lively" again. The heavy armored group, led by more than ten IS7s, roared deafeningly. The steel torrent that crossed the ruins of the square was heading upstream from south to north.

It started with a tank battle and ended with a tank battle.

He leaned out of the turret and scanned the surrounding heavy armored group rushing towards the enemy. For Malashenko personally, this end of the Patriotic War can be said to be without regrets.

"Destroy all the Nazis, assault formation! Leader division! Charge the enemy!"

"Ura!"