I Became Stalin chapter 279

I became Stalin chapter 279

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“The enemy! It is an enemy air strike!”

“flak! To the general location!!”

Time passed and the Allies approached Calcutta. Their offensive, as usual, began with air strikes.

However, the situation at the airfield made locally was, as is always the case, in haste on the battlefield, and air strikes could not be carried out as much. Dropping bombs over the heads of civilians in a metropolis of at least millions of people was a more political burden than a military one.

Perhaps the political burden and the military burden were synonymous. After bombarding Varanasi, which was once declared a liberation zone for the Revolutionary Army of India, and a growing number of guerrilla raids, the Allies realized that the two were not so different.

“Whew… Fortunately, you don’t use incendiary bombs, right?”

“That alone is fortunate.”

At least hundreds of thousands of casualties would have been expected if incendiary bombs were poured into a metropolis that was littered with stone buildings built by the British and timber shacks built by Indians flocking to it.

The Allied Forces had no choice but to choose a difficult method, even though they grumbled that they were using civilians as shields.

“no! Why are you burning it?”

“How are you going to occupy it without burning it?”

“If you burn it, why do you need to occupy it?”

The bombing capability of the US Air Force itself was powerful. But the British will to re-capture India was stronger than that.

Britain, which had no intention of carrying the ruins installed by millions of disgruntled guerrillas, put the brakes on the United States’ indiscriminate strategic bombing, even by throwing its whole body.

“Crazy Americans! Are you going to destroy all of India?”

“British cubs have come out of the mind! Why are there so many expectations about the subject of war with other people’s money and other people’s lives?”

Cursing each other, the Allies marched. In Calcutta, you never know how many enemies await.

After a brief raid, the 4th Panzer Division, the right wing and vanguard, attempted to cross the Hoogly River, which flows through Calcutta. If you can’t kill all the troops and pro-guerrilla residents of that big city anyway, block the city’s supply chain for now!

That was the plan of the Allied Forces Command. Unexpectedly, however, the Panzer Division encountered stubborn resistance.

“uh? what is this… .”

[The enemy! Enemy tank! Ambush at 2 o’clock… .]

“Hawk, an ambush? There’s no one here… The bridge is broken!”

While searching for bridges for Doha, the leader of the Panzer Division discovered that almost all of the bridges that the division’s core, the Pershing Tank, could cross had been blown up.

Of course, there were bridges that were not blown up, but when the search platoons that tried to reconnaissance the enemy over the bridges were destroyed by the ambush of the tank units, the division fell into a state of panic.

“How many enemy tanks are there!”

“… It is understood that all of the enemy’s estimated tank power is in front of the 4th Panzer Division. Currently, the reported size alone is more than one division… !”

“One division with a Soviet T-34 tank? Shit! Literally, they all came together. Do they know that this direction is the main gong?”

NATO forces were not blind or deaf, so they searched for the power of the Indian rebels as much as possible. Most of the infantry forces that could not distinguish whether these were civilians or guerrillas, though, had to know the extent of their armor and artillery.

The Indian rebels conserved power by pulling back the only force capable of fighting NATO’s regular cavalry—two brigade or one division-sized cavalry. However, there were reports that a large number of armored units had been deployed as it was judged that it should not be conserved until Calcutta, which could be the last battleground.

“damn! After all, we are far superior in performance! Just find the ambush… .”

[The search party retreats after the engagement. At least a regiment-level armored force appears to be stationed near the bridge that is not currently destroyed.]

“OK! Call in the engineering units and set up a floating bridge for Doha. All you have to do is ask for air force support, hold them by their ankles, cross the pontoon bridge, and destroy it with superior firepower! Artillery or Air Force!”

Hearing the report, the division commander was rather relieved.

‘The enemy can’t afford any more.’

If all of the estimated enemy armor power is deployed in front of the right wing, the moment of defeat here, the enemy loses all armor power.

No matter how much landmines or rockets there were, the tank was still a tank. Lightly armed and low-skilled infantry such as the Indian Rebels had very limited means of stopping heavy tanks such as the Pershing.

The strategic goal is to block out Calcutta and slowly clear up the enemy, while guerrilla forces in the South Indian region can’t get their hands on high-tech weapons and gradually die. If you destroy the armored forces of the Indian army while taking the damage, it will be easier after that.

“Our victory determines the match! Once you win, it’s your hometown after that! Let’s spend Christmas at home!”

[!!!!!]

Christmas at home! The division commander was a person who knew well what the soldiers wanted to hear and what they wanted.

Everyone wanted to leave this dog-like land. Even the commander himself. I’m sorry to those who were stationed here to blockade and policing the city against Indian guerrillas, but frankly, they were too tired.

“Now it belongs to the 6th Corps… ?”

By destroying the enemy’s armored forces and advancing into the rear of Calcutta, the Panzer Division did all it could. As long as the tanks aren’t thrown into the pits of hell infested with flies anyway, it’s up to the infantrymen from then on.

“safflower!”

The damn mosquito cub whined and brushed past my ear. The division commander swore and waved his arms to catch the mosquito, but in the end it failed.

* * *

Nikolai knew where their gaze was headed. The young colonel, who had a dazzling medal hanging from his chest, was no longer a young colonel, but a young general.

Where he came from, Makarov, who changed the insignia, wore the insignia of colonel, which had been Nikolai’s until yesterday, and smiled at the Indians. When I said something, the Indians laughed and applauded.

“What did you say?”

“Ah, they said that this battle was going to end in victory, so they liked it that way.”

“Okay… If you say that, won’t I be more burdened?”

“Hahahaha, that’s a joke. He said it was given as a morale boost.”

Ordinary generals would be dismissed for making fun of the general, but Nikolai still did not think of himself as a person suitable for a general.

Wouldn’t it be appropriate if you were just a captain or a major and a company commander of an armored company? But in reality, he had become a commander or chief of staff leading tens of thousands of Indian troops. The epaulettes attached to the shoulder became more and more uncomfortable.

‘I have to do the military service quickly… .’

I just hoped that the whole area would not go to the tomb. Nikolai prepared various names for his sons and daughters to be born.

Don’t stop until you’re done. If Katia had heard of it, she would have been startled, but Nikolai himself was a people’s hero, but he wondered if Katia could also be a maternal hero.

“It is said that the friendly armored units are fighting against the superior enemy armored divisions. However, the enemy is trying to cross the river by mobilizing engineering units to set up a floating bridge… .”

“Move the artillery force to deal with it. Colonel Makarov, I leave the artillery to you.”

“Yes! Okay. Then… .”

The plan begins to go awry from the moment it is made, but it has been progressing smoothly so far.

The enemy marched forward, ignoring the long extension of the left flank, hoping to take Calcutta quickly. And that ignorance will be convincing when you see the Indian Army’s almost only armored force appearing from the other side.

If you add two armored brigades, an elite artillery officer from Frunze, and an artillery force controlled by Makarov in one hand, no matter how much an American armored division is, you can tie your feet. The US Panzer Division at the front had three armored regiments armed with heavy tanks comparable to secondary tanks and even a mechanized regiment, but that was all.

The tank units, which lacked artillery power, were stranded when a target larger than the Torchika could be smashed with a direct-fire gun. Okay, let’s smash the trenches and smash the Torchika. However, there was no answer without the help of howitzer firepower, such as an enemy tank ambushed by the terrain.

They seemed to think of the air force as air artillery. However, as Comrade Stalin taught, ‘Artillery is the god of the battlefield’.

It was only the artillery that was able to provide continuous firepower support in this chaos where everything was lacking.

“Elite units of the guerrilla units are stepping up to the front and continuing to lure the 6th Corps in the center of the enemy toward the city.”

“… I see. Let us pay tribute to their sacrifice.”

And the “bait” that Nikolai threw was an elite unit of the Indian Revolutionary Army.

The most difficult thing in the war was to retreat. The morale and organization, which had to be destroyed while retreating, could not be rebuilt on the battlefield overnight.

The Revolutionary Army accepted Nikolai’s proposal, even at the cost of massive damage to the elite troops. Is it because there is no other possible way?

The guerrilla units were arranged in the form of dots, not lines, like the remains of a defensive line that was being built. It was a technique often used by the brigade commander of the ‘Iron Wall’ opposing army to catch the young Frunze officers.

When the enemy advanced, they counterattacked and then fled, they pursued in order to expand their criminal record according to the doctrine. In the meantime, the damage to our allies could not be small, but gradually the troops of the enemy 6th Corps advanced in search of an enemy that could be “soon to be destroyed”.

Now the city will slowly bind the enemy’s ankles like a swamp.

As we move forward, the endless slums and guerrilla forces that are familiar to the area are popping up everywhere. When I get bitten backwards, I can’t get out as much as I did when I went in, even because of the itchy back of my head.

And what about street fighting?

From then on, it is not the time of the United States, which boasts a powerful fleet and air force, but the time of the Soviet Union, which has been fighting bloody battles with the fascists since the days of the Great Patriotic War.

“I have to direct the counter-attack operation myself. Although I did my mouth overall… I’m sorry for bringing you all the way here, but honestly, I’m not confident.”

“Yes? Where is the one who was only the Brigadier General… .”

where is it To be honest, Nikolai was not confident. Although it was small compared to the size of the army, he was not confident to operate the artillery firepower of the reinforced brigade scale in a timely manner.

But what about the “real” elite officers of the Military Advisory Group? Nikolai chose to believe in them rather than believe in himself.

“You know more about artillery than I do. You will understand the purpose… I’m going to take my major.”

“… I see, sir!”

“What do you mean?”

Makarov saluted with a burdensome look and ran to seize the temporary artillery corps. Another young, Indian-speaking officer was assigned to Nikolai as an interpreter.

Nikolai thought to himself. Running away from responsibility?

It is not. A bold decision was required at the forefront of counterattack and breakthrough operations. When you were a junior officer, was it once or twice that the tactical battalion commanders, such as the brigade and division commanders, were unable to make a decision and were unable to make a breakthrough?

I wanted to see it through his eyes and make a judgment, at least from a place close to the front line, preferably from the front line. Even in empty words, the soldiers of the Indian Revolutionary Army could not be called elite soldiers, and they did not have the confidence to give accurate orders while understanding their reports through interpretation.

We only fight for the people, where they are most needed. That was the virtue of an officer he knew.

‘Can Katia live well without me?’

If she was cheerful even on the battlefield, maybe she could live well after he died. She’s so beautiful, um, Stars is still young, so maybe, after all, she’ll get married again…

“Fuck, look at me.”

When the general suddenly uttered abusive language, the interpreter who followed two steps behind was startled. But Nikolai couldn’t afford to worry about that.

survive They cannot survive alone, so the soldiers and officers are sent back alive as much as possible. As it has been through the battlefield so far, it will somehow work.

please.

I became Stalin chapter 279

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