Steel Soviet Union

"Although I was injured and became a little disabled, I am not disabled yet. You cannot question the accuracy of the intelligence I gained at the risk of my life. Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I think this is a personal insult to me. ”

Before Malashenko, who was stunned for a moment after hearing this, responded from his momentary surprise, Captain Yakov, who had been standing next to Malashenko without saying a word, could no longer say anything. This tone of speech cannot be tolerated to continue.

"Watch your words, Valekov! You are now reporting the mission situation to Comrade Malashenko, the lieutenant colonel leader of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, not arguing with your comrades at the same level! Before you get angry for the sake of your own dignity and honor, I hope you will understand your military status first!”

"If you report the mission situation to Comrade Malashenko in this tone again, you will undoubtedly be punished for it! Remember this!"

If the unruly Valekov is compared to a vigorous wild wolf on the tundra plains of Siberia, then Captain Yakov, who has been kind to him, is undoubtedly the wolf pack he serves. head.

Although he was wearing the Red Army uniform that represented his faith, he was not very interested in the unintelligible words from the political commissar's mouth that made his ears grow calluses. Because of his early experiences, he could not talk about the Red Army or even the Soviet Union as a whole. Valekov, who has a strong sense of identity, can basically be understood to be loyal and obedient to Yakov alone.

After being scolded by Captain Yakov in such a face-to-face manner, Valekov visibly succumbed. This veteran, who had barely read a book, also understood that what he had just done was indeed a bit excessive.

"I'm sorry for being so excited, Commander Malashenko, but what I really want to express is that I didn't see any Kraut tanks in that village. There was only a white snowdrift there. The only remaining German infantrymen were shivering from the cold."

Coming from a later age and therefore not very interested in the official trappings of this era, Malashenko did not hold a grudge against Valekov and seek revenge because of Valekov's outspoken words just now.

On the contrary, the fact that Valekov, who has an outspoken temperament, could make such a sincere and emotional statement undoubtedly made Malashenko's doubts suddenly increase.

"It seems that it is impossible to classify Valekov's information as untrustworthy, but who can explain where those German tanks went? It's really a ghost!"

Malashenko, who was becoming more and more irritable as time passed by, was still unable to come up with an answer that satisfied him. However, if it continued to be delayed, it would already be the last time at noon. For Marashenko, As far as Schenke's offensive plan is concerned, it can no longer be so entangled.

"No matter what the situation is in the village, just pretend that there are German tanks ambushing the village. I don't believe that these 41-year-old scrap metal in the German hands can kill half the KV1 of the Guards Regiment. You can’t eat it with your breath.”

Malashenko, who was absolutely confident in his strength, had no time to hesitate any longer. Malashenko, who had reason to believe that he would be able to overthrow this idle village, immediately raised his head with a determined look on his face.

"The time now is 11:38, and we have twenty minutes to make final pre-war preparations. No matter how heavy the snow is in the afternoon, as I said just now, we must be in Woma tonight Spend the night in the village with the corpses of those Germans!"

Captain Yakov, who had been waiting impatiently, immediately twisted his lips and smiled ghostly after hearing Malashenko's order. This lieutenant colonel, who has an almost crazy persistence and unwavering belief in communism and the Soviet Union, I have long wanted to experience the taste of a German sword.

Those Japanese monkeys holding rifles with bayonets in their arms and only chirping indiscriminately are not worth mentioning in his eyes. Only elite troops with such a reputation as the German army can inspire the passion in this guy's heart. Bloody primitive animal nature.

"My men are fully armed and ready, Comrade Malashenko! Division Commander Boronov gave me an order to put me directly under your command, so there is no need to care about our equal military ranks and positions. Although Give me orders on the battlefield. It’s best to send me there where there are more Germans! This is my only request!”

Colonel Donskoi, the division commander of the Border Guard Army of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, who originally thought that three generations of his descendants were Cossack cavalry, was already very bloody and violent. However, after witnessing with his own eyes Lieutenant Colonel Yakov, whose hometown is on the Siberian plains, he could only react with embarrassment. Malashenko, who used to describe his mood at the moment, realized how wrong he was.

"The Kwantung Army really made things difficult for the little devils. They were beaten up in this miserable place in Nomenhan by such a group of primitive tough men from the Siberian Military Region who just drank human blood. I can't even imagine how those Japanese devils escaped back then. "

There is a meaningful old saying in ancient China, which is "Poor mountains and bad waters bring out unruly people."

Compared with the beautiful and fertile western steppes of the Soviet Union, the desolate Siberian Plain not only lags behind in terms of economic and material foundation, but also has the Soviet Union’s established strategy of placing almost all of its development focus on the western territories since its establishment. The people living on the land have retained the most primitive wildness gained from fighting bravely against the harsh nature.

Lieutenant Colonel Yakov, who once defeated the Japanese Kwantung Army in Nomonhan and led his troops to a great victory, was undoubtedly ignited by the widely spread powerful fighting power of the German army, which ignited a wildfire in his heart.

Strong people always hope to fight with stronger people to hone their will and improve their strength. In the army, a violent group that respects the strong and relies on strength to speak for itself, Yakov has never concealed the original desire in his heart. The lieutenant colonel himself is synonymous with "war maniac".

As the saying goes, what kind of commander brings out what kind of soldiers? It is good to have a "violent murderer" like Yakov as a regiment leader to take the lead. Whether it is in the bones or in the blood vessels, almost all the blood smelling of gunpowder flows in the whole regiment. As a militant, you can fight against these Germans who dare to invade your homeland and kill a few people to see the blood. While satisfying your inner desires and needs, it is best to get a medal for it. This kind of thing does not matter whether it is emotional or not. Reason is what these "madmen" long for most.