Chapter 939 Attack Route

The road leading to the Paulus headquarters in Malashenko's memory is not easy to walk.

The German bombing earlier blew up the heavy industrial zone in the north of the city. Malashenko, who had fought several times in the Stalingrad Tractor Factory, could personally feel the amazing destructive power brought by this fierce bombing like a tsunami. It was a destructive power that seemed to usher in the end of the world in the shaking of the mountains and the earth.

When the situation turned around, the Soviet Air Force, which gradually regained the air supremacy over the main urban area with the latest La-5 fighter jets, began to retaliate by pouring bombs on the German troops entrenched in this area. It seemed that they didn't care that this city was their homeland, and they only wanted to send all the demons who invaded their motherland to purgatory.

Under such repeated bombings, the once prosperous heavy industrial zone in the north of Stalingrad has basically become a complete ruin with no tall buildings.

The fact that the walls of the houses were blown down was a good thing for Malashenko. At least the places where the German rats could hide and harm others would be reduced as much as possible, but at the same time, the road damage made Malashenko feel quite headache and depressed.

The collapsed buildings almost blocked the road tightly. The reason why Malashenko did not feel the road blockage now was simply because it was not close enough to the core area of ​​the northern heavy industrial zone and the most intensive bombing area of ​​the Soviet and German air forces.

The relatively intact buildings even retained some high-rise buildings for defense, and the bomb craters on the road were not too many, which was still within an acceptable range.

But when Malashenko came to the building that Captain Varosha had just captured and raised the telescope in his hand to look at the road ahead that he had planned, the terrible scene made even the experienced Malashenko frown.

"If we go any further, not to mention heavy tanks, even bicycles will have a hard time getting through. There are ruins and rubble everywhere, or bomb craters that are bigger than tanks. To be honest, I don't think our vehicles can get through. It's unrealistic, comrade tank commander."

Malachenko looked unhappy, while Iushkin, who was also holding a telescope, was talking nonsense at a close distance. Even Captain Varosha, who was full of confidence and wanted to kick Paulus's ass as soon as possible to seize the supreme honor and military exploits, was a little unhappy.

"Comrade, the battle has not started yet, please don't be so pessimistic."

"Difficulties will not favor any side, and our friendly forces will face the same difficulties, but killing Paulus, the bastard, is a task that must be completed. In addition, these ruins may not provide cover for our enemies. They will also have difficulty in gathering troops, their defense lines are loose, and they cannot gather strong forces to drive us out. This is the key point that should be seen."

Captain Valosha spoke so suddenly that Iushkin, who was unprepared, was speechless for a while.

In terms of military rank and position, Captain Valosha is above Iushkin.

Iushkin, who was dissatisfied, could certainly pull the tiger skin and pull the flag, relying on his relationship with Malashenko to fight back on the spot. It is expected that this little captain will give Malashenko a face and will not continue to hold Iushkin.

But after Iushkin turned his head, he felt that this kind of response that seemed to be a bit of a bully did not seem to be in line with the theory of man's dignity. Besides, what Captain Varosha said just now seemed to be correct, although this seemingly simple-minded guy had misinterpreted his meaning a little.

"You are right, I am wrong, so I shut up, you win"

Iushkin, who was still a little unhappy, did not give a normal answer, but left such a somewhat yin and yang reply and then turned his head, raised the telescope in his hand and stood by the window to watch.

Malashenko, who had no time to pay attention to the two people's stumbling, said nothing. Comrade Brigade Commander, who kept scanning left and right with a telescope in his hand, was considering what kind of offensive route was the most suitable.

Standing on the rooftop, you can basically see the heavy industrial zone in the north of the city in front of you. Such an opportunity will not come again after going down to the ground. Malashenko just wants to seize the time and not waste every minute, every second and every detail.

"Comrade Varosha, do you see the big chimney with a corner cut off? It's at 1 o'clock, the closest and highest one to us."

Captain Varosha stared at the direction of Malashenko's finger with wide eyes, and after a few seconds, he confirmed that he had identified the target and nodded in reply.

"I saw it, Comrade Malashenko. It should be the remains of a factory. The city has changed so much that we can't tell where is where. If there were no map, we would definitely be lost in the city now. This is not a joke."

Malashenko nodded after hearing Captain Varosha's answer.

It doesn't matter if the city's terrain changes too much. What's important is that the landmark buildings used as references are clearly visible. For Malashenko, this is enough.

"Look back along the big chimney, Comrade Varosha, until you see where we are now."

"If you look carefully, you can find that although the road is difficult to walk on, compared to other places around, at least there are no large pieces of building ruins that have collapsed and completely blocked the road."

"I just used a telescope to compare the reference objects and roughly sorted out the whole road. I found that the narrowest part of the road can at least accommodate a heavy tank to barely pass, and the widest part can accommodate three tanks side by side. Although this is not the main road and it will take a long detour, I think this is the best solution at present. If you attack from this road, your infantry can get the cover and support of our tanks throughout the process. This is the most important thing. What do you think of my opinion?"

From the grassroots level of the army, Malashenko has come to today step by step. With the accumulation of experience, he has become more and more powerful and his military rank has risen. He feels that it is not the time to be impulsive and arbitrary to arrange tactics before the war.

Brainstorming and listening carefully can gather everyone's wisdom and consider carefully. Malashenko does not think that his identity as a time traveler can be equated with invincibility. Human beings always have limits.

Captain Valosha had encountered many miraculous things in his life, but a colonel, commander of the Guards Tank Brigade and winner of the Soviet Hero title, could be so humble and seriously discuss tactical matters with a small captain like him.

To be honest, this even made Captain Valosha feel flattered from the bottom of his heart.