Steel Soviet Union

War is like a gambling game, and the participants sitting at both ends of the table with chips in their hands are complete gamblers.

Malashenko never thought that he was a god of gambling, a gambling sage, or a gambler. He was just a kid. He was just as much a gambler as the gambler across the table, and there was no fundamental difference.

The only difference is that Malashenko is the dominant side, the side that can afford to lose, and the side that holds a huge amount of chips and can play stud with you at will.

What about the German stick on the opposite side?

The chips in hand are limited, and after losing for too long, the family is exhausted, and it is completely in a state of losing. If you lose two more times, you will be completely bankrupt and go to the streets to beg for food.

And what Malashenko is doing now is to squeeze this loser off the gambling table little by little, use the chips in his hand to fill the space of the gambling table more and more, and put it on the table. Pressure. I also pay attention to the sense of déjà vu.

His enemies still have a few chips to keep up with the two games. The city of Berlin is currently surrounded by a large army and has not yet launched a general attack. It is not to the point where the Germans will answer "no follow" to whatever you shout at the table.

This is Malashenko's chance.

As long as you call the game and the German guy wants to follow and can follow, then there is still something to play at this table and some fun can be had.

The defense area he was responsible for was being lost and eroded little by little. Malashenko threw the burden of pressure to the German commander opposite who was in charge of this area.

Malashenko didn't know the name of the man he was facing, and he had no interest in knowing it. However, Malashenko guessed that the German gambler sitting at the same table with him would definitely not be able to bear the burning feeling in his buttocks. And the stress of what to do if you were kicked off the gaming table.

"I'm going to ruin your situation. Do you want to follow me or not?"

If there was a phone available for direct communication at this moment, I am afraid that this is the only thing Malashenko wants to say.

It's a pity that the German commander on the opposite side couldn't hear this. The only thing he could do was to try to repair the wall amidst the bad news that was coming one after another. No matter what, he first stopped the erosion of the current wound.

"Order, the reinforcements speed up their progress and launch a counterattack immediately after arriving at the reinforcement position! Resolutely repel the enemy and be sure to stabilize the defense line!"

"yes!"

Malashenko is waiting, waiting for the expected "theoretically bad news" to be delivered to him by radio or phone call.

Fortunately, it didn't take too long. The German stick who was burned under the buttocks would really give it all and make a desperate move in order to save his gambling situation.

"Okay, I understand, received! Then stop the attack as planned, deploy firepower on the spot to launch defense, use all available means and terrain to block the enemy, and tell those Nazis that it is not that easy to take back the lost territory. , they think beautifully!”

"Then let's do this first, yes, keep in touch.

Snapped--

Kurbalov hung up the radio and walked towards Malashenko without saying a word. Malashenko, who was standing in front of the map and ticking dots on it with a pencil, had almost guessed Kurbalov. What should my husband say to me now?

"As expected, Comrade Division Commander, enemy reinforcements have arrived, carrying mechanized units and heavy weapons. It is a mixed battle group that mixes medium armored units, assault artillery, and mechanized infantry. The forward attack force reported that the enemy's combat style is consistent with The situation we encountered yesterday was very similar. As expected, it should be the same army. Those Nazis we defeated yesterday are back. "

"Huh, then they don't have any other spare troops to mobilize. All the extra reserves are buried in the Zero Highlands."

I am not surprised at all by what Kulbalov said. The two powerful rapid reaction mobile forces encountered yesterday and today are the same enemy. This situation is completely normal and completely within Malashenko's expectations. .

how?

You can't think that if you work so hard and fight so hard on the Zero Highlands, killing at least 20,000 to 30,000 more Germans will be of no use at all, right?

The hardship you endured yesterday is a reduction of today's burden. Your efforts will always be rewarded. The formation of troops is also scientific, isn't it?

"Now that the fish is hooked, the hard work for a long time has finally paid off. It's time to move your body and stretch your muscles."

"Yesterday I skinned these naughty pigs, and today I'm going to take out their bones and rip out their hearts. I want to see if such a precious reserve team can keep the naughty leader on the opposite side alive for a few more days. "

"Send orders to all participating artillery units to enter artillery positions and prepare to fire as planned. The primary goal is to cut off the retreat of enemy reinforcements, create a bombing zone along the main street of the neighborhood, and block major intersections."

"Rocket assault tanks advance to the front line, but remember to keep a safe distance. The forward attack troops must cooperate with rocket assault tanks to clear attack channels and prioritize high-threat mobile anti-armor targets. I don't want to hear that rocket assault tanks are used by our own people. Do you understand the news about being killed in a crowd?"

"Understood, let's arrange it."

You German guy feels that cutting sausages is uncomfortable and uncomfortable. Well, let's change the game. Let's cut the meat directly and cut it off, then chop it up in front of your German guy and feed it to the dog.

And this time, there is no choice or change. If you don’t choose A, you will only be left with B. There is no such thing as turning around and starting over.

We are all adults and must pay a price for our choices. Now the time for you German to pay the price has arrived.

Malashenko's orders were implemented as efficiently as ever.

The Katyusha rocket launchers and ISU-152 self-propelled artillery units deployed on standby outside the city received orders to project artillery fire and conduct barrage blockades in designated areas that had already obtained accurate coordinates.

One after another, artillery carts with tall thick tubes and holding launch racks entered the artillery position. In order to ensure that the firepower could be projected unimpeded into the city, a blockade on the fire channel with the best firing range was specially found. Deployment of troops in highland areas with the fewest obstacles minimizes the impact of urban combat on long-range artillery.

Orange-red flames of revenge rose from the ground, and thunder fell from the roaring sky.

The German mobile quick-reaction reserve team that had just entered the combat position and engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the enemy had a new scar. The giant blade that fell from the sky was firmly embedded in the waist, and it was stabbed so hard that you couldn't breathe. You could only feel the sky spinning and the earth screaming. .

"Artillery fire! Russian artillery fire! Disperse, don't crowd in the street! Hurry and take cover!"

Scattered artillery shells landed on the streets around them and exploded loudly. A few German soldiers, which were not many compared to the total number, were lifted into the sky. Tanks and vehicles were blown to pieces on the spot.

However, the German soldiers who were bombarded in the crossfire line panicked and fled in all directions. After they recovered, they soon discovered unexpectedly that more than 80% of the main artillery shells were not directed at them, and they were blown up like a frying pan. The boiling main artillery bombardment area was not in front of or beside them, but behind them, at the main intersection of the neighborhood that they had just passed a dozen minutes ago.

It doesn't matter if you don't realize where the danger will come from now, and you are still confused. The land bombers, which carry huge fire coffins for the Germans and specialize in providing one-stop battlefield funeral services, will soon do it for themselves. customers reveal the answer.

"Copy that, we'll leave now."

"Rocket Assault Battalion, move forward! Go and support our comrades!"