Chapter 865 Half a Cup per Person
Since some friendly forces in other directions are still fighting and have not yet achieved a complete victory, Malashenko, who has an obviously faster pace of battle, is not worried that the surrounding Romanian troops from other directions who are too busy to take care of themselves will take the opportunity to surround them and try to Eat yourself.
Those Romanian troops who have been completely defeated are probably only regretting that their own mothers have lost two legs and can't run fast enough even if they are running for their lives. How can they find the will to fight and kill themselves again? It is simply impossible. thing.
What Malashenko was really worried about was that if he blindly advanced alone, he might be blocked by the oncoming German armored group and turn into an encounter.
After the Romanian armored division was used as a foil, the number of the opponent's tanks was not much less than that of his own First Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, and it might even be a few more.
If you include the large group of German troops still hiding in the city who may mobilize the German troops at any time, Malashenko is worried that the tank encounter, which will be difficult to determine the winner for a while, may eventually turn into an attempted siege by the German troops. A muddled battle with the Soviet army in a counter-encirclement assault.
If this really happens, it will not only disrupt our overall strategic deployment, but the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade will also become the target of public criticism. It will encounter a crazy attack by multiple German troops and be trapped in the center of the theater. .
Considering that this first batch of IS1 heavy tanks has extraordinary significance and mission for him, Malashenko finally chose the more conservative tactic of holding on to his position and waiting to see what happens, and decided to take a look at the Germans first What are you going to do, and then decide on the next specific tactical action, so that you can adapt to changes by staying the same.
The terrible weather above our heads has basically cut off the possibility of air support. No matter how hard the Germans who have already caused serious damage can't make much waves, they can't make any big waves.
With the strength of the entire Southwest Front at his back, thousands of heavy artillery on call, and plenty of reinforcements around him, how could he still be afraid of the half-dead Paulus?
Malashenko, who was looking into the distance with a telescope in his hand, could not help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly. By now, the battle had completely turned to his own advantage.
Now as long as the large ring encirclement outside Stalingrad is closed, the bastard Paulus and the entire remnant of the Sixth Army can be put into his pocket and strangled to death. Malashenko is wondering whether he should personally Tell Paulus the fairy tale of Uranus.
The heavy white snow blown up by the strong wind had reduced the visibility in the air to just a little over one kilometer. Malashenko, who had been looking at the frontline observation post for a long time with a telescope in his hand, could not figure out what was going on.
Feeling a little thirsty at the same time, he simply put down the telescope in his hand, turned around and walked aside. He came to the table left by the Romanians and was about to grab a kettle and fill it with two sips. Unexpectedly, as soon as his right hand touched the kettle, he was suddenly hit by a The voice that spoke suddenly stopped.
"Drink ice water at minus 30 degrees Celsius, and be careful if you have diarrhea so bad that you can't even climb into the tank."
In his hand, Commissar Petrov, who had just sent the battle damage report for review, pointed to the iron cup on the table. The cup, which was not too big or too small, had just the right rim, and steam was rising out of it.
"It's just boiled. Drink it while it's hot. It won't cool down again within two minutes."
The unwilling Malashenko hesitated for a moment and finally picked up the military kettle in his hand. Unfortunately, the water inside had frozen into a big ice lump at some point, and it was so heavy in his hand that he couldn't bear it. Like a brick, if you hit it hard, you can definitely kill a German stick with one blow.
With a helpless smile, Malashenko put down the brick-like military kettle, picked up the water glass on the other side of the table, and was about to put it into his mouth. But when the glass reached his mouth, he hesitated and stopped. Open your mouth.
"Sometimes I think that without you, I might not even know what to do in my free time. I'm just like a child who hasn't grown up."
Political Commissar Petrov, who was sitting on the chair, lowered the report in his hand to reveal his face. He glanced at Malashenko and then smiled lightly.
"Children will always be children, don't you know? Children must listen to adults honestly. Elders are always right."
The political commissar comrade who was also his teacher, friend and half-father made a minor joke. Malashenko, who said nothing, smiled and shook his head, then raised the rim of the cup and put it to his mouth.
Dong dong dong——
"Damn it! It's so cold outside! It's almost freezing me to the core. You drink a glass. Give me this glass first."
Snapped--
Before he had time to react to what was happening, Malashenko, who was completely confused, just stood there and stared blankly at Lavrinenko, who rushed in with loud footsteps and struck out from him. After grabbing the water glass from his hand, he raised his head and poured it down his throat. It was such a joy to drink like a cow drinking.
"Ahem, how can you drink water in this weather? It's time to drink vodka at this time. Get the wine quickly, Malashenko! I'm almost freezing, let me drink a bottle to warm myself up!"
Lavrinenko, who put down the cup of water in his hand, did not realize the seriousness of the matter.
Malashenko, who was not comfortable having an attack in person, pointed with his eyes at Commissar Petrov, who was sitting in the blind spot of Lavrinenko's field of vision. The meaning of "If the commissar catches you drinking during the war, you have to deal with it yourself." The meaning is very obvious.
"Drinking in any form or under any excuse is prohibited in the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment during battles." This was a decision that was earlier advocated by Political Commissar Petrov and approved by Malashenko. After all, no one wants to see a group of drunk driving lunatics turning a tank battle into a bumper car fight.
There are many tough guys in the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment who drink tons of wine, ton of wine, ton of wine, and talk nonsense. Political Commissar Petrov is also taking precautions for safety reasons.
Although it has been upgraded to the First Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, the old rules set in the past are still there.
The deputy brigade commander took the lead in violating military regulations and was caught by the political commissar for drinking during the war.
Lavrinenko looked at Political Commissar Petrov with a slightly horrified expression, and he almost wrote "Why is Comrade Political Commissar here?" on his face.
What neither Malashenko nor Lavrinenko expected was that Political Commissar Petrov, who had been threatening people with a poker face, smiled at each other, shook his head slowly, took out a bottle of vodka from the box that had been prepared at the foot of the table and put it on the table.
"Half a glass per person, no holding the bottle to drink! Special approval for winter, understand?"