Chapter 875 Legendary Troops

He put his colonel's tank soldier's winter coat directly over his combat uniform, and the black leather tank cap on his head was replaced by a brand new large-brimmed uniform military cap.

Malashenko, who hurriedly tidied up his appearance, waited and waited, but no convoy came. His body was that of an out-and-out indigenous man, but his soul was really frozen.

Malashenko, who couldn't help but wrap his coat tightly in the trench, put down the low-visibility binoculars in his hand and asked the political commissar beside him for the first time.

"It will get dark soon, are you sure you will come?"

"It's very clear in the telegram whether you're coming or not. It's not like you didn't read it, so why bother asking me here all the time."

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Malashenko, who was scolded with an expressionless face, smacked his lips twice but still didn't know what to say. When he was about to raise the telescope in his hand and look around again, an engine roared from far to near. Suddenly the sound of wind reached my ears.

"Coming, two o'clock, our Gas Jeep, get ready."

Malashenko, who has traveled through time to this special era, has so far seen many people that he has only seen in black and white photos. Most of these people are different from the photo impressions in Malashenko's mind. .

For example, Comrade Zhu in the office is more amiable and approachable than in the photos, and Comrade Stalin, the loving father during the military parade in Red Square, is not so serious and rigid. Looking from a distance, he feels more charisma and cohesion.

But when Malashenko saw the living Vatutin getting out of the car for the first time in his life and walking towards him with steady steps, Malashenko felt as if the person in the photo had walked out of the frame alive. One hundred percent similar.

"You look more like a real Red Army tank hero than in the photo, Colonel Malashenko. You command the troops very well!"

Before Malashenko, who was looking at Vatutin, could recover, the first person to speak after walking up to him was Vatutin himself, as his superior.

"It's all thanks to the soldiers, Comrade Commander. Colonel Malashenko, commander of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, is reporting to you. I wish you good health!"

Realizing that he was just looking at people, Malashenko hurriedly added an opening sentence, fearing that he would get into trouble due to poor service, but Vatutin smiled cheerfully as if he didn't care.

"Let's talk while we walk, Comrade Malashenko, take me to see the German super cannon that your brigade just captured."

"Okay, Comrade Commander, please follow me."

Malashenko, who was responsible for leading Vatutin, introduced the situation while walking. At the same time, he also noticed that Vatutin came here specially with only three vehicles, and they were all light, fast, and with a small capacity. Jeeps, including the one he was riding in.

A dignified commander of the front army went out with only such a small number of escorts. He went to a front-line battlefield where artillery fire was flying and enemies might appear at any time.

Malashenko could probably guess why this chubby commander comrade, who had a face with a Chinese character and looked like a friendly uncle next door, was raped by a group of only one or two hundred people after just over a year. The Ukrainian treasonous lackey was seriously injured and eventually died.

"It seems that if you go back to Ukraine in the future, you should bring more security when you go out, so as not to be raped and unjustly accused."

This is the first conclusion Malashenko draws.

As for this second conclusion, Malashenko also came to it in an instant, that is, Vatutin is definitely a more reckless man than himself.

"When you ordered the troops to go forward for the assault, did you ever think about it, Comrade Malashenko, that doing so might cause you to fall into an ambush surrounded by Germans, resulting in heavy losses to the troops or the annihilation of the entire army, as well as to you? Possibly being punished, demoted, or even subject to a military court trial?”

Sure enough, I knew I would ask this!

Malashenko, who said in his heart that his hunch was right, couldn't help complaining. He couldn't tell Vatutin that he was a time traveler from later generations. He had long known that Paulus, who was half-dead in the city, was at the end of his life. Not to mention mobilizing troops to respond quickly and breaking out of the city to ambush, even supporting the Romanians was hesitant and unwilling to send troops. This is definitely unrealistic.

Malashenko, whose head was spinning rapidly, thought about it for a moment, and soon gave his answer just like Vatutin.

"Confidence in victory comes from the grasp and judgment of the overall battle situation, Comrade Commander."

"After analysis, my partners and I believe that our early attack preparations were concealed enough and kept confidential, and after the attack started, our offensive was unstoppable and fast enough to prevent the enemy from reacting and being beaten. Disrupting the strategic deployment is a prerequisite that is very beneficial to us.”

"The ancient Chinese believed that a fast enough attack and tactics that go against common sense will lead to an unexpected victory. In their words, "Soldiers must be quick, soldiers can be cunning, and surprise will lead to a complete victory."

"I know this may sound a bit difficult to understand for a while, but I executed this tactic according to my own understanding of it, and executed it in the context of the actual battlefield conditions we have encountered so far since the counterattack began."

"The Romanian prisoners we caught by chance reported that a German super weapon was deployed not far away. It was a super cannon with a huge caliber and power. After weighing the situation on the battlefield, I judged that the Germans would be anxious to transport such an important super weapon away, and they definitely didn't want to be captured by us."

"Facts have proved that my judgment was correct. We intercepted the Germans who were dismantling the cannon and successfully stopped them. Now we can happily say that this German super weapon will have to be renamed Soviet in the future."

Malachenko spoke very carefully while walking. The entourage and guards who were originally following him intentionally or unintentionally distanced themselves from the two of them, leaving Vatutin and Malachenko a communication space where only the two of them could hear each other.

Malachenko specially arranged a small ceremony to welcome Vatutin's arrival. This was a review ceremony that assembled all IS1 heavy tanks of the First Guards Heavy Tank Brigade.

Dozens of IS1s were humming and shaking their steel bodies as they started to warm up and formed a formation to attack the enemy. All the commanders stood half-body outside the turret to salute Vatutin, still looking majestic and powerful in the dim light of the night.

"Where is the Romanian prisoner? Can you bring him here to see?"

Malashenko certainly knew which Romanian prisoner Vatutin was referring to, and he also had a response plan.

"It was inconvenient to guard the prisoner during the march, so he broke free and escaped. When the warning was ineffective, he was shot dead by the deputy brigade commander Lavrinenko commanding the main gun of his vehicle."

With his best friend to help cover up, Malashenko was naturally not afraid of his lies being exposed. With Lavrinenko's IQ, he was more than enough to deal with such trivial problems.

Fortunately, Vatutin, who seemed to be just asking casually, did not intend to delve into it. After all, the existing results in front of him were more important to Vatutin than the past process.

All actions are for the ultimate victory, and Malashenko obviously implemented and achieved this well, even if it was done by his own subjective judgment.

Looking at the majestic and domineering new heavy tanks in front of them, which they had only heard of but never seen before, the tank commanders who were standing half-tower outside the tank turret with their heads held high seemed to have an indescribable special feeling.

Vatutin felt that he gradually began to understand why General Zhukov had such a high evaluation of this young tank colonel.

"You did a good job, Comrade Malashenko. You really lead a legendary heroic unit, just as people say."