Chapter 300 The Beginning of a Legend

Looking at the tank crews in front of him falling into silence again after hearing what he said, Malashenko, who had been trying his best to get this unruly and hastily assembled Guards Tank Regiment back on track, realized that he had basically achieved his intended goal and finally spoke again with a concluding remark.

"Comrades, the reason why I am talking to you here today is to tell you a truth! Why can those Germans defeat us with their backward tanks that are far inferior to ours? Because they rely on this superb cooperation skills with tacit understanding between each other!"

"A wooden stick can be broken very easily, and it takes a lot of effort to break ten wooden sticks tied together. When a hundred wooden sticks are tied together tightly, it is almost impossible to break them! But on the contrary, if a hundred wooden sticks are pulled out one by one and broken one by one, it will be as easy as at the beginning. The battle of our tank unit is actually the same!"

"I believe that the comrades present have already experienced how tacitly our opponents cooperate with each other. At the same time, because of the lack of wireless communication radio stations, we can only rely on single vehicles to play even if we have quality advantages, it is very difficult to fight!"

"Now, although our newly established First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment can get the best tanks and equipment in the Red Army, how to use the new radio communication combat method to plan a higher level of battlefield tactics , but we have never touched upon it before. "

"My understanding of the full-equipment radio communication tactics alone cannot lead everyone to the final victory. It is not shameful to learn the advantages of our opponents to make up for our own shortcomings and defeat them completely."

"Through this series of training, what I hope everyone can really master is the complete and clear planning of the new advanced tactics, and how to achieve an unprecedented tacit cooperation with these unfamiliar but powerful new comrades around them."

"The reckless bicycle heroism fighting method cannot defeat those tacitly coordinated Germans. It is even more stupid to cling to the old tactics and not learn the new tactics based on radio communication! Every drop of sweat we shed on the training ground now will make us shed less blood in the battle in the near future and even save our lives!"

The silent Red Army tank soldiers in the audience have long been attracted by Malashenko's sincere speech that moved people with emotion and reason. Malashenko, who became more and more excited, also raised his originally calm voice with a firm expression.

"The upcoming defense of Moscow will be more unprecedented than any of the most brutal battles we have ever encountered! Any seemingly insignificant mistake on the battlefield may cause a chain reaction and be infinitely magnified, eventually leading to our annihilation and even the loss of the entire Moscow! This is obviously not the outcome that we, the most loyal Red Army soldiers of the motherland, expect!"

"For the upcoming battle, comrades! I hope that everyone can encourage each other to endure and survive this most difficult time. Every drop of sweat we shed on the training ground will not be wasted, and every life sacrificed on the battlefield in the near future will not be in vain!"

"Those stupid and ignorant fascist invaders don't know whose land they are standing on and in front of whose capital! There is only one reason for the establishment of our First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment! That is to make those German fascists feel the deepest fear they have ever experienced in their lives, let them despair! Let them cry! Because we were born for this!"

The passionate and almost loud roar echoed over the huge venue like the angry roar of a ferocious beast for a long time.

The Red Army elite tank soldiers, whose anger and surging flames were ignited like a prairie fire in the double harmony, no longer had any unnecessary extra thoughts in their hearts. Only by completely crushing the fascist invaders who dared to set foot on the sacred territory of their motherland under the steel tracks could they satisfy the bloodthirsty beast in their hearts that was howling manically.

The sacred faith solemnly sworn under the red flag has been perfectly integrated with the personal obsession of revenge. From this moment on, the soul of a heroic and resolute epic army has been given to this glorious collective. A legend that tore and trampled countless fascist invaders and shrouded the entire NATO head like a dark cloud for decades began from this moment.

"Ura!!!"

"Ura!!!"

"No one can defeat the great Soviet Red Army, no one! Only death awaits those fascist lackeys!"

"Crush them, kill them all! Let these fascist idiots bleed like a river in front of our capital, only in this way can we wash away their sins!"

Looking at Malashenko who was also shouting with his real arms on the podium, and the large group of howling Red Army tank soldiers who were almost shaking a hole in the sky under the podium, the one-armed figure who quietly witnessed all this in a corner not far away then smiled faintly with relief.

"Maybe I may not be able to see the great ideal proposed by Comrade Lenin become a reality in my entire life, but maybe I can really see the day when you lead this army to plant the red flag in Berlin, Malashenko."

Malachenko, who led the troops to conduct another day of high-intensity training, was a little out of breath. He was alone without his own tank crew and had to run back and forth on the training ground to command on foot.

But even so, Malachenko, who was almost unable to stand due to physical exhaustion, was still not idle after nightfall. There were more important things waiting for him to complete in the General Staff of the Red Army.

"Is this the logo of your regiment that you designed? It looks a little eccentric? That's how it should be described, but don't worry, Comrade Malachenko, I guess there shouldn't be much problem with the approval of this logo."

With the slightly dim light of the desk lamp, he could clearly see the hand-painted Guards logo on the paper handed over by Malachenko. To be honest, Marshal Shaposhnikov, who was already a veteran in the entire Red Army, had never seen such a "violent" troop logo.

A roaring bear head tightly held an Iron Cross medal with a missing corner in its mouth. The narrow and slender fangs could almost crush the entire medal with a little force.

For Malashenko, who only took one year of art courses in his previous life, this slightly crooked hand-drawn sketch was the best he could do.