Chapter 2888 Early morning surprise

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2878 Early morning surprise

"Volga and Dnieper."

Hearing these two code names from the political commissar, he supported the table with both hands and stared at Malashenko, who was spread out on the table in front of him, and couldn't help but fall into a moment of thought.

"How long have the two troops fought continuously?"

"Three days and eight hours, so far."

The political commissar replied without hesitation, while Malashenko was even more in deep thought.

"I spent three days and eight hours in the meat grinder without any rest. I killed Na Zi all day, closed my eyes, opened my eyes, and then continued to kill Na Zi really made it difficult for them."

The cruelty of street fighting is different from the past. If it is the attacking party in street fighting, it will be even more cruel and cruel, which can be called double cruelty.

You have eliminated the previous wave of enemies who are defending, and there are the next wave of enemies who are defending and reinforcements waiting for you.

The enemy can rest, change it, and adjust the relative new force to constantly compete with you for physical and will, but as the attacking party, you cannot stop like a machine running at full speed from beginning to end.

If you stop, the enemy will fight back, and the meat in the meat grinder will go to Tianlingguai to fight the mace at all costs, trying to break the blunt blades in your meat grinder.

So it may sound nothing in a row of fierce battles for three days and nights, but in the depressing, ferocious, and even terrifying battlefield environment such as street fighting, every minute and every second is an invisible torment. After a full "72+8", even Malashenko admired how tenacity and bravery and tenacity his soldiers were.

"Do you need to replace them? If you wait a few more hours, the two teams of Shileka and Tunguska can also be assembled."

Facing the tentative question from the political commissar, Marashenko, who had indeed thought and hesitated for a moment, finally swallowed his words back and used other words to speak quietly.

"Go down with me and have a look. Leave it to Lavry and Comrade Chief of Staff."

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Lavrienko, who was busy signing documents not far away, heard someone calling his name, so he raised his head and glanced at Malashenko. After probably understanding what was going on, he immediately smiled without delay.

"Okay, just go there, leave it here to me, I'm used to wiping your butt anyway."

Marashenko, who handed over the division affairs to Ravrienko, was in a complicated mood, and whether it was the political commissar's health, or the troops' brink of limits, was testing Marashenko's nerves.

"You seem to have something to worry about."

"It's fine. It's just thinking about the army, um."

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It seems that it is not clear, but it is more like the political commissar who sees through but doesn't say it out loud. He just sits quietly next to Malashenko until the car passes the bridge and gets off at the bridgehead on the south side after the car is barely stopped and then gets off.

"This is what I told you. Now we have used all the methods we can use and do our best to cross the river as soon as possible. However, our family is big and our business is too big, and there are too many small pieces of pots and jars and small pieces. So far, we have only gathered two combat troops."

There is no pleasant air on the banks of the Spree River in the early morning, only death, destruction, blood, and the smell of gunpowder remaining in the air reminding Marashenko that there is still a bad battle to fight.

The corpses of the SS floating on the river surface were no one collected, and they rose and fell with the waves in the early morning.

Beside the floating corpses was still intact. Teams of Red Army soldiers who were marching in hiking were fully armed and stepped up their crossings. Even the original sightseeing boats on the Spree River were requisitioned. People were running on the bridge deck, rowing boats in the river, and boxes of ammunition and heavy infantry weapons were pulling in the boat, and they were also snatching time to cross the river.

As for the most important Moltke Bridge, the scene was even more magnificent.

A huge number of IS6 heavy tanks and BMP43 infantry fighting vehicles were rushing to cross the bridge and the river. Standing by the bridgeheads on both sides, the commander who was responsible for maintaining traffic order. The commander who crossed the river in batches in order in the on-site command teams was roaring with the horn holding the iron tube, his voice was almost smoking, but it still seemed extremely small amid the roars of mechanical roars.

On the engine cover of the tank, on the turret, on the front of the infantry fighting vehicle, even outside the tail hatch door.

There were plug-in soldiers who were visible to the naked eye and riding across the bridge. At the leader who had already achieved "everyone had a car to sit and all staff mechanization", when was the last time he saw such a busy and busy personnel plug-in scene? Even Malashenko, who was standing in the bridgehead on the south side, was almost forgotten.

"The heavy equipment that can cross the bridge at the same time is limited. In order to maximize efficiency, I can only do this. As many combat personnel as possible, they should give priority to crossing the bridge. It is better to wait for people than to wait for people."

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I felt that the second half of the sentence of the political commissar seemed to be familiar to Marashenko. Before he could say anything, he suddenly heard a whistling through the air on his head.

call--

Whoosh-

Buzz —

"Hmm? Are our pilot guys going so early today?"

Flying overhead at a low altitude were the Ras 7 fighter jets and the Il 10 attack aircraft with red pentagonal stars painted on the tail.

Because of the removal of the zoo air defense tower, those who effectively utilized this advantage were not only taking advantage of the situation, but also the British who wanted to make a wave of military achievements at the last moment, but also the Red Army itself also made full use of this advantage.

The Z zone "air defense restricted zone" established by three G-type air defense towers has now been slapped off. Even big stupid birds like heavy bombers can take advantage of the situation from the unprepared direction, not to mention more agile and light fighter jets and attack aircraft.

The ability to get close air support is Marashenko's latest addition and one of the most effective additional assistance.

"Commander Choi Koff expected that the enemy might launch a counterattack on us, obstructing us from crossing the river and assembled troops. After all, it is easier to launch a large-scale ground counterattack offensive during the day. Therefore, adjusting the schedule of aviation operations overnight and arranging close-range aviation support for us almost from morning to night will be very helpful for our upcoming battle."

Boom - Boom -

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdong-

Buzz —

The political commissar who introduced the situation had not finished speaking. The fighter and attack aircraft that had just passed by their heads and took off urgently when it was dawn, and made a special trip to carry out "preventive" ground attack missions.

Fierce tactical air strikes have begun against those enemies who have systematically lost their ability to organize air defense. The sound of explosions and roars from low altitudes suddenly started one after another, one after another.

The purpose is just like the "preventive" mission, there is only a very simple one - to destroy any suspected gathering of the enemy's ground forces, prevent any large-scale enemy from launching a counterattack towards the bridgehead, and do everything possible to buy time and create opportunities for the leader's troops to cross the river and transport troops.

Malashenko, who was quite satisfied with this "little surprise", finally laughed. This was the only time that our old comrade Ma had ever smiled since he was shitted on his head and threw an iron bomb last night by the British man.

"Then there is nothing to worry about. The only thing to do now is to twist off any nirvana who dares to block our way."
Chapter completed!