Chapter 938: Keep Moving Forward

"You don't have to worry about them. Their respective attacking forces are doing well. Although they are not as fast as you in the face of the desperate resistance of the Germans, they are just some minor problems that can be solved quickly."

"Also, you called out names directly. Do you remember what we agreed on? You have to use code names when you talk directly, whether it is yourself or others."

Because the Germans' intelligence reconnaissance and monitoring capabilities are so powerful, it has become a very taboo to directly say important place names, names and time points during a call. Many important confidential intelligence has been leaked and mastered by the enemy because of this.

Even the big guys in Moscow try to be brief on the phone. Important matters are all changed to oral statements in person or written documents. For this purpose, there are special documents and regulations to supervise the implementation.

Although the rules on the front line are not as strict as those in Moscow, which is highly alert in the rear, the Germans are now hanging on after nine blows, and they are only one stick away from being completely killed. They are locked up in the city and can only be beaten and there is no possibility of counterattack.

But rules are rules after all. Since they are set up specifically, they must be followed by the corresponding people, and at least they cannot be violated too obviously.

Commissar Petrov's small reminder made Malashenko on the other end of the transmitter a little embarrassed.

Malashenko, who does not often use radio long-distance communication and telephones, has not developed a good habit of calling by code name. The inter-vehicle communication in the front-line battles has always been called by name, and the lame and difficult-to-remember code names are too lazy. However, considering that this is a close-range communication on the front line, it does not have much impact, but the long-distance radio communication with the rear brigade headquarters cannot be done this way.

"Got it. I'll pay attention next time."

"Then can we keep moving forward? I don't want to see others kick the ass of old bastard Paulus in front of our brigade. We have never lost to anyone in terms of attack speed."

Commissar Petrov could hear that Malashenko on the other end of the transmitter was already eager to move forward and crush the enemy. Commissar Petrov, who had already anticipated and prepared for this, quickly shook his head and smiled.

"I've long guessed that you might have such a request."

"Don't worry, you can keep going. The relevant orders have been issued. In addition, judging from the current progress of the attack in various major directions, the siege force you lead should still be the fastest one, and the progress in other directions is not as good as yours. If you want to kick Paulus's ass, hurry up now, you should be able to do it.

Malachenko nodded slightly, with a good mood on his face, and responded casually to Political Commissar Petrov. He was about to put down the transmitter in his hand and hurry up to make preparations for the attack, but he suddenly heard the voice of the Political Commissar again from the loudspeaker.

"Wait a minute, don't hang up yet, do you need any support troops?"

Malachenko, who hadn't thought about this at all, was asked so suddenly by Political Commissar Petrov that he didn't react for a while, but it only lasted for a second or two, and then he pressed the call button again with a smile.

"Support troops? Not needed. If we send more troops, we won't be able to perform. This is a war, not a parade. Why do we need so many people? "

From the tone of Malashenko's response, he confirmed that everything was going well. Political Commissar Petrov, who had unconditionally trusted Malashenko from the beginning to the end, stopped there and didn't think about it any more. He simply responded and ended the radio call.

Putting the microphone back on the rack, Malashenko climbed out of the turret, patted Iushkin's shoulder who was still sitting on the side of the turret, and signaled him to follow, then jumped down to the ground.

Political Commissar Zhi and Lavrinenko were not around, so as the supreme commander of the siege assault team, Malashenko naturally had the obligation and responsibility to explain the deployment plan to everyone in person.

Malashenko, who was not very good at this, seemed not to be well prepared. He picked up a few bricks and spread out the battle zone map he took out of his bag and pressed it on the ground. He didn't even take a pencil and started to poke the map with his fingers to arrange tasks and give orders.

"Okay, everyone, look here, comrades, come around and get closer! The people in front squat down so that the people standing behind can see, everyone listen carefully, and if you have any questions, you can raise your hand at any time to interrupt my speech and ask immediately. After the battle begins, I will not be responsible for any task explanations. Do you understand? "

Malachenko's pre-war meeting was very large. Not only were all the tank commanders led by Malachenko present, but also the platoon leaders and squad leaders of the infantry company commanded by Captain Varosha were present. It seemed that all the officers and soldiers were gathered together. It was naturally very crowded with more than 20 people gathered together.

"We have a new combat mission, comrades."

"The lair of the bastard Paulus is here, in an abandoned department store, no more than three kilometers away from where we are now."

"Of course, it doesn't mean that we only need to advance three kilometers if the straight-line distance is three kilometers. After the real fight, considering the detours and the ruins are difficult to pass, we may actually have to attack five or six kilometers or even farther. I hope everyone present can be mentally prepared for this, boost the morale of the soldiers and cheer them up. Victory is only a stone's throw away."

Malachenko's words were resounding and full of convincing determination.

In view of the repeated propaganda of Malachenko by the Red Army Propaganda Department during the Battle of Stalingrad, the grassroots units of the Red Army on the front line have long been subtly influenced by the idea that "fighting with Comrade Malachenko, the hero of the motherland, is to go to victory together."

At present, with Malachenko personally giving orders and cheering everyone up, the morale-boosting effect that can be achieved is naturally imaginable.

"Comrade Malashenko, please rest assured! The guys in our platoon have been eager to kill the old bastard Paulus. This guy's hands are stained with the blood of our soldiers and relatives. Cutting this bastard into pieces and feeding him to the dogs is not enough to relieve our hatred!"

The heroic and loud promise sounded very contagious, and the high morale overflowed between the firm words.

Malashenko recognized the platoon leader who made a loud promise to him. Captain Valosha had praised him for his bravery and trustworthiness in combat before. The person who led the team to capture another building just now was this platoon leader.