Chapter 469: The Barrage Returns

After drinking a full bottle of water, his throat, which was about to smoke, felt better. After listening to the words of the political commissar Petrov next to him, Malashenko had a look of doubt on his face.

"A full-line retreat? Wait, a full-line retreat!? Are you saying a full-line retreat?"

Commissar Petrov, who was a little confused by Malashenko's question repeated three times in a row, felt that he had said nothing wrong after thinking for a moment, then quietly nodded.

"Yes, that's what the telegram said. All the German troops on the 300-kilometer half-moon line surrounding Moscow have been completely routed. Is there any problem?"

After getting the exact answer he wanted from Commissar Petrov, Malashenko suddenly came back to his senses and immediately slapped his thigh hard.

"You've been fooled! Comrade Political Commissar! These Germans are going to run away!"

Malashenko, who had never thought of the specific time when the German army was defeated in the Battle of Moscow, suddenly realized that December near the end of 1941 was the final time for the German army to retreat.

Just now, the Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment tried its best to drive itself out of the position, not to hold on to the defensive line, but to run away after resolving the battle at hand!

Realizing the bad news, Malashenko hurriedly struggled to move and staggered towards the front of the position. He grabbed the binoculars hanging around his neck and felt that it might be too late. Soon, he saw the fact he least wanted to see in his field of vision.

"I'll hold you in my mouth! If you really want to, just run away!"

The German position, which had just been firing with guns and cannons, was now as busy as a festival.

The German soldiers carrying them on their shoulders tried their best to take away everything they could. Some of the artillery whose wheels were damaged in the bombardment and could not be taken away were surrounded by many German soldiers who were busy, as if they were preparing. Throw some grenades or explosives in it to completely destroy it.

Holding the telescope in his hands, his hands were trembling, feeling as if he had been severely cheated. The furious Malashenko, regardless of his physical fatigue, immediately pulled out the Tokarev TT33 pistol from his waist and pointed it at the sky.

boom--

The sound of gunfire is the best command for soldiers, bar none.

The Red Army soldiers who were still half-reclining in the trenches for rest immediately struggled to get up after hearing the sound of a gunshot. Their faces darkened by the war all focused their eyes on Marashen. Malashenko, who raised his hand and fired a shot, put the pistol back into the holster on his waist and immediately yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Comrades! Those Germans want to escape, we have to send them away! We can't let them go so easily, these Germans have to leave something to pay! Prepare to fight!"

The battle-experienced body, which was originally extremely tired, immediately became energetic when it heard that its opponent, the German, was about to run away. The Red Army soldiers, who were rejuvenated as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood, immediately began to pack their bags and prepare for battle.

At this point in the war, the German who killed so many of his own comrades still wants to run away. How could it be possible for you to get what you want so easily? !

The troops that had just suffered a heavy casualty defeat quickly assembled at a speed visible to the naked eye. Malashenko, who had lost 14 tanks after the battle just now, did not hesitate at all. As long as he could keep these Germans, he would do it again. The loss of thirty or forty tanks was worth it in Malashenko's opinion.

"Iushkin, Seryosha, get in the car! Start the tank and get ready to go. I'll keep going. Nikolai, load the shells first. I really can't hold on anymore."

Originally planning to show off and show off, but was forcibly stopped by his own body. Malashenko felt that his whole body was just like falling apart. He asked himself that he really couldn't continue to reload, so he had to let Nikolai, an electromechanical person, take over again. conduct.

Witnessing the embarrassing scene where Malashenko was out of breath, Commissar Petrov sighed softly and couldn't help but persuade him again.

"When Kirill was injured last time, I advised you to find a temporary loader to replace him. How about it now? How does it feel to be the loader yourself?"

The somewhat sarcastic words made Malashenko, who was already halfway up the turret, blush. His pretentiousness at the beginning has now become the worst problem.

"It's nothing. Isn't it just the loader? It's just a bit of exercise. It's still a bit cold in the tank due to the constant inactivity."

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Commissar Petrov, who was speechless for a while at Malashenko's pretense of saving face and suffering, sighed softly again, and then quietly spoke to Malashenko, who had already entered the turret with only his head exposed.

"Don't chase the Germans too hard. If you can't eat them, then pull back. Our strategic goal of holding Moscow has been achieved? Do you understand what I mean?"

Although it was a bit unusual for him as a regiment leader to be given military orders by his partner, the political commissar, Malashenko, who regarded the political commissar Petrov as his closest person, did not feel the slightest awkwardness about it, and blurted out the words with a slight nod.

"Don't worry, Comrade Political Commissar, I know what to do!"

Malashenko, who sensed his opponent's intention and immediately pursued him, took action, but Colonel Horning, who had just started to retreat before taking two steps, frowned again.

"Do these Russians really think there's nothing they can do if we retreat?"

Colonel Horning, who was almost gritting his teeth, was naturally not a person who was blinded by anger. For his upcoming retreat plan, he had already prepared an emergency plan in his mind and naturally had a corresponding backup plan.

"Notify Cross and tell them to prepare for action according to the original plan! Don't leave any extra shells. Fire all the artillery with maximum firepower to stop those Russians and kill them as much as possible. Remember! Wait until I give the order before you are allowed to fire!"

Colonel Horning, who was prepared for both, had already made backup preparations for the worst-case scenario of being pursued by the Soviet army. The two fully equipped artillery battalions temporarily reinforced were Colonel Horning's last trump card to protect his retreat.

Once the Soviet pursuit troops intended to rush up again and entangled together to block their retreat, Colonel Horning, who had already determined the artillery coordinates, would immediately order the artillery to fire and launch a barrage of bullets.

Colonel Honing, who did not expect to turn the tide with the help of two artillery battalions, only wanted to cause some trouble to the Soviet army to delay time and reserve a retreat route for his own side. It would be even better if he could repel the Soviet attack wave while causing the maximum casualties. At least that was what Colonel Honing was praying in his heart at this moment.