I Became Stalin chapter 276

I became Stalin chapter 276

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The war will end soon! This meant several things to the soldiers fighting on the battlefield.

For the soldiers, stopping the war meant they didn’t have to spend Christmas in this damn place.

“To my mother. damn us… Hmmm, our platoon commander said that maybe our troops could go home before Christmas. I miss the pumpkin pie and apple pie my mother makes.”

It was still only a ‘negotiation plan’ that the war would stop, but because of the upcoming Christmas and New Year’s agency, the soldiers got excited about the idea.

Winters in India are not very cold. It wasn’t cold, but it was muggy enough to raise the temperature to 25 degrees. Most of the soldiers deployed to the battlefields in Bengal were accustomed to the climate of the western and southern United States, where the summers are dry and warm and the winters mild.

It was not possible to adapt to this area, which is one of the world’s most important Dowji (多雨地).

Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to eat hot turkey legs while it’s snowing heavily and hanging decorations on the Christmas tree, just like it did in America? Cration barely warmed on the muddy barracks floor and replenishment that didn’t come due to muddy roads was intolerable for the Americans, accustomed to the best treatment.

“… Ah! Fuck… Surgeon, then I… .”

“okay. You can be evacuated.”

“Shit! Fuck… ! Thanks, cool, thank you… Oh God… .”

“Twitter, you have to take care of your health. won… .”

Every day, dozens of people were evacuated from diseases such as dengue and typhoid. However, the soldiers wanted to get sick so passionately that it was better to get sick and be evacuated.

The surgeon, who was diagnosed with typhoid, was shocked when he saw that the soldier who was selected for evacuation was cheering and cheering with a weak body.

“It’s so… That’s why all the military is like this… .”

For generals, on the other hand, that the war could soon be stopped had a slightly different meaning.

“Now is the time for us to launch our final concentration offensive!”

“That’s right! If we don’t retake Calcutta here… .”

Calcutta, which is currently barely held by the Indian Revolutionary Army, could be said to be the most fierce battleground in all of India.

NATO forces, a coalition of US, British, Portuguese, Spanish and Belgian forces, fought relentlessly to expel the rebels from North India, which was connected to the Soviet satellite. Soviet-made goods crossing East Turkestan and the Tibetan Plateau fell into the hands of the liberation forces who claimed to be the “revolutionary government of India” and kept them alive.

However, the Allied forces pushing in from Delhi in the west eventually succeeded in advancing across the Indian subcontinent. The southern part of the subcontinent was also being installed by guerrillas, but in an isolated state, its own supply alone could not withstand the overwhelming amount of the United States.

Occupying Calcutta while the ‘peace treaty’ was protracted could strangle the rebels and kill them.

“General Paul Frederick’s 6th Corps is ready for the offensive. The Portuguese Expeditionary 3rd Division supported the left wing… .”

“That, but… The Portuguese Expeditionary Force is currently seriously low in morale. It would be better to sign a truce at this level and aim for the future… I can’t.”

The ignorant general who had said that, everyone else in the command line glared at him with piercing eyes.

“In that sense, no unit is in good shape! Everyone suffers from disease right now… .”

If you can’t build your achievements here and now, you don’t know when you will be able to build it again. No, will I be given another chance?

For the high-ranking generals, who were obliged to set their majors and paint a picture that politicians and the people would like to see on their maps, the soon-to-be war meant that there was little time left for the offensive.

Will he be remembered as a master who achieved great victories even though the damage was great, or will he be remembered as a general who killed countless young people in vain? The old generals, who all had their own dreams, were imagining how comfortable their seats in the National Assembly or as ministers would be.

“On the right wing, the 4th Panzer Division will be able to take over. If the left wing is uneasy, let’s reinforce the Italian division.”

In Calcutta, there were a lot of rebels who had been defeated in several battles and ran away. Although they were fighting against evil, their objective equipment level and inferiority in training made it possible for the Allied Forces Command to guarantee victory.

“We will win!”

* * *

“Yes? What do you mean?”

“That… That’s right… Please, please… Cool, please… .”

Nikolai, who had just arrived at the headquarters of the Revolutionary Army near Calcutta as an adviser to the Indian Revolutionary Army, looked at the man with a pale face with a puzzled expression.

This man, who was completely ill and did not look so good that it was difficult to say a word or two, was the leader of a military advisory group sent by the Soviet Union to India.

Brigadier General Ivanov, the head of the Soviet Military Advisory Group, was sweating profusely and could not get up from the sick bed.

“Ha, but I just came to know about the area… .”

“… of mine… Leave it, huh, huh… The documents left behind… there is… Whoops, whoops… .”

“Calm down!”

Brigadier Ivanov, who coughed paroxysmal while trying to get up and point to the papers near his bed, looked up at Colonel Petrov, the “newly appointed chief of Frunze”, with pitiful eyes.

Nikolai, who had even hemoptysis, put him back to the hospital bed, and picked up a pile of papers.

The endemic soldiers harassing the US military did not leave them alone just because they were dispatched from the Soviet Union. Brigadier General Ivanov was also not in very good condition, and Nikolai was suddenly in a situation where he had to command dozens of dispatched officers as the second-in-command in the ranks of the advisory group.

“here… The fate of the army… Come on, uh… Cool, it’s up to you… .”

“… I will do my best.”

“… I beg the people… .”

“Yes. dismissal.”

Shit. Nikolai chewed a curse word inside and spit it out.

India was a strange place for him. Dozens of officers from the advisory group looked at Nikolai with an anxious expression, who had just visited the leader.

The incongruent rank of colonel rank on both shoulders has never been this heavy. Responsible for all these people?

It wasn’t just that. From what I heard, this is the front line where the imperialist army and the revolutionary army clash. He said that every step back from here would have to be washed with blood when advancing. Just like on the battlefield of the Great Patriotic War.

“Comrade Colonel Petrov, this is a call from the headquarters to the operation meeting.”

“Is that so? I see.”

‘this… Shit!’

A messenger ran to him. I still haven’t quite figured out what to do! Nikolai spit out all sorts of swear words to himself. Why did I get caught at a time like this!!!

But I knew one thing. If the commander was frightened, his subordinates had no choice but to be frightened several times. It was when he was a soldier.

I opened my chest raised his chin. Recalling Katia’s smirk and the pose she called my cool little girl, Nikolai’s chin trembled and he tightened his neck to keep his teeth from smashing against each other.

The faces of the officers of the advisory group, who were very nervous, relaxed a little. People looked at the Order of the People’s Heroes of the Chest and the Order of the Legion d’Honneur in awe.

“Let me guide you.”

“Yes!!! Colonel each, no, Colonel comrade!”

Responsibility is heavy, and when dealing with subordinates, it is light.

The command center looked shabby from the outside. Inside, many Indians were arguing and arguing with words that Nikolai did not understand.

Nearly panicking, Nikolai was startled when a familiar voice from behind translated what they were saying.

“At this moment, it is said that a corps of American troops is advancing with the tip of a spear towards Calcutta. Here, one division is deployed on each flank… How are you, Colonel?”

“No, ah, Captain Makarov!”

“Hahaha, now I am a lieutenant colonel. Not as fast as the Colonel, but… Heh heh.”

Whoa. The presence of a familiar face was the only reassuring factor in a place of strangers. Lieutenant Colonel Makarov told Nikolai when he learned the Indian language that the Indians were shooting at him, almost at the level of a simultaneous interpreter.

“… It is said. Colonel, do you have anything to say?”

“Well. I see. Can you tell me what level the power of the allies is?”

The situation was neither desperate nor too hopeful.

The Bengal region was a region where monsoons coming up from the Bay of Bengal off the coast brought warm air and collided with the Himalayas and sprayed a huge amount of precipitation.

The non-combat loss rate of equipment was enormous due to the rain and muggy climate that continued until about early October. Nikolai recalled the terrible Rasputica experienced during the Great Patriotic War.

Makarov fumbled through the papers, answering Nikolai’s questions.

“Yep. First of all, the artillery power is at a modest level. Mostly outdated 76mm guns… Currently, the 76mm force that the command can operate is 12 full battalions. One regiment of 152mm guns, about four battalions are all there is. Here is an improved 203mm self-propelled howitzer brigade that was recently deployed and deployed. It’s unfortunate that there are plenty of 120mm mortars.”

“How well… Oh, were you artillery?”

“That’s right. I was originally on the airborne side… Anyway. Speaking of armor, the colonel’s main specialty, tank power is also poor. Although there are two armored brigades of old T-34 tanks, there are a number of tanks that have become inoperable. With one battalion… Ah! There are as many trucks as there are.”

Lieutenant Colonel Makarov said that he had virtually been in charge of the unit’s work since the general began to sleep, and he called out various numbers.

Nikolai’s gaze also swept past the powers on the paper. There were plenty of infantrymen. Somehow I laughed bitterly.

Isn’t it quite similar to the Soviet Army? That was the time when he was a sergeant. From then on, fate began to twist like this… .

“On one positive note, these guys are pretty good at snipers and making homemade bombs. There were so many goals in guerrilla warfare… .”

“Hmm. is it?”

“Yes. To be honest, it’s because the US and its minions are so well supplied and fight, but these guys are not pharmacists. If the Italians or the Portuguese are sloppy, they’re sloppy… .”

“Ah! Italians! Those friends were great even during the Great Patriotic War… .”

While Nikolai smiled low, the discussion among the Indians seemed to be about to end. Nikolai gulped his saliva as he saw the countless eyes that were focused on himself before he knew it.

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