Chapter 637 Super Weapon

Zhukov saw Malashenko's aggrieved face and the look on the verge of tears. He sighed and was filled with sympathy.

It is foreseeable that a wrong counterattack has evolved into today's heavy losses. A wrong judgment of the overall situation will only lead to the current result, and there is no other possibility.

It's just that the mistakes of the superiors have to be paid for by countless ordinary people. The old people sign the attack orders and let the young people die generously, and even the death is extremely painful and unclear.

Throughout the thousands of years of human war history, there is basically nothing like this. The wheel of history is constantly advancing, and similar tragedies that have not changed much have been staged time and time again.

Malashenko understands this truth very well, and so does the flexible-minded Zhukov.

There were just tears rolling in one's eyes and the other holding a long sigh in his heart without saying a word. Neither of them showed any inquiring dissatisfaction.

Most of the time, people can only accept the result and cannot overly investigate the cause and responsibility, no matter how heartbreaking the result is.

Seeing that Malashenko was mired in tragic memories and unable to extricate himself, Zhukov, who wanted to help, took out two letters from his briefcase and handed them to Malashenko.

"I brought your letters from Moscow along the way. It is almost impossible to send letters from the outside to Stalingrad under the current circumstances."

"My letter?"

Malashenko took the two yellow paper envelopes from Zhukov with some surprise and surprise, and looked at Zhukov inquiringly, obviously looking for answers.

"Malokov, a major who works in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. From the look on his face when he came to me, I thought you two must have a good relationship and look familiar."

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He found the definite answer from Malashenko's face, which he didn't know what to say for a while but had obviously recovered. Zhukov, who had been silently speaking, then sat on the sofa next to Malashenko and continued to speak. Go down.

"These people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs have very good noses. I only stayed in Moscow for one day and two nights. However, during the next day, Major Malokov drove to the General Staff Headquarters with two letters and came to see me in person."

"He told me that one of these two letters was written to you by himself, and the other was written by your fiancée Natalia and he asked me to forward it to you. He obtained it from the report of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I learned that you are fighting in the direction of Stalingrad."

"To be honest, I was quite surprised at the time. The news that I was transferred to the Stalingrad Front was still highly confidential at the time, and only a few people knew about it."

"I asked this young man named Malokov why he knew that I was going to be transferred to Stalingrad. You can imagine my serious expression at the time. Unexpectedly, his answer made me speechless. Guess what he said? Answer me?"

Zhukov, who wanted to liven up the atmosphere, deliberately asked Malashenko a question. Malashenko, who was subconsciously mobilized, immediately attracted his attention and answered in a curious tone.

"What did Malokov say?"

Zhukov smiled when he heard this and then spoke.

"He told me that he knew through some gossip that a big shot arrived in Moscow on a special plane at night. He was curious and asked a few acquaintances to quietly find out who the big shot was, and he heard my name."

"Malokov said that he has been paying close attention to the battle situation on the Stalingrad front line. He reads the reports and cables about Stalingrad in the Ministry of Internal Affairs every day as long as he has access to them. He is mainly worried about your life and death. safety."

"Combined with the deterioration of the war situation on the Stalingrad front line and my being urgently transferred back to Moscow overnight to report, Malokov was very surprised to combine the two things, and he was blinded by the fact that I was going to Stalingrad to command the front line war. The final answer, I really didn’t expect that there is such a slim chance that the confidential information can be concealed by just guessing.”

"What happened next can be expected. Malokov came to me with two letters, hoping that I could forward them to you. He even knew that the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment was a unit directly under the Front Army Headquarters It’s clear that you and I are bound to meet. How did you make such a friend with such an amazingly divergent thinking?”

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While listening to Zhukov's narration, he blinked and looked at the two letters in his hand. Malashenko obviously did not expect that Malokov, a friend who could only be regarded as a relatively close friend, would care so much about him.

But since it is not a bad thing to bring Natalia's letter, Malashenko does miss his long-lost lover who is as beautiful as an iceberg and a snowdrop.

The chat between Malashenko and Zhukov continued, and the two people who were chatting happily gradually shifted the focus of the conversation to more serious matters, such as how to specifically solve the upcoming problem of urban tank street fighting.

At the same time, what neither Malashenko nor Zhukov knew was that the German troops occupying and stationed on the railway line 15 kilometers west of Stalingrad were also doing something big.

"Karl, will our secret weapon really be delivered today? We have been missing since morning until now. I always feel like someone is playing tricks on us."

"Is a secret weapon still a secret weapon if it arrives on time? Did your head get squeezed by a hydraulic press in a steel mill in Cologne? I heard you worked in a steel mill for two years before signing up for the army. "

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Karl, who had just stood up after flicking the cigarette butt in his hand and mocking his comrade who was two years younger than him and boasting about the mountains, suddenly heard a clear and loud whistle on the distant rails.

The veteran named Karl and the new soldier Martin, who had just been on the front line for half a year, looked at each other and found a hint of surprise in each other's eyes. The legendary super weapon that was enough to conquer Stalingrad seemed to have finally arrived at the front line.

Karl and Martin, who hurried to the temporary platform, saw a scene that they would never forget.

As many as 25 carriages were lined up neatly on the rails, and the thick canvas covered the roof of each carriage, making it difficult to see what was in the carriage.

According to the rumors and gossip that Carl and Martin had heard before, the cargo loaded on the 25 train cars in front of them should only be used to assemble a legendary super weapon that could conquer Stalingrad.

The two brothers looked at each other in amazement. It was hard for them to imagine what kind of super weapon these 25 special train cars that stretched for 6 kilometers could assemble.