I Became Stalin chapter 280

I became Stalin chapter 280

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“… Christmas doesn’t matter now.”

It was difficult to say that General Paul Frederick was exerting a strong influence on front-line commanders such as division commanders and regimental commanders, even in empty words.

[Sir, our unit is currently on a winning streak by defeating all enemy units it has encountered. Turning the other troops into reserve… .]

[We have been confirmed in advance by our superiors that we will respect the judgment of the frontline.]

The ‘North Atlantic Treaty Organization’ was ostensibly established for the common interests of member states. However, this alliance has seriously weakened the unity among member states in the absence of common evils such as Nazi Germany or the Japanese Empire.

A considerable number of high-ranking commanders regardless of nationality were very grateful that their superiors were ‘a white-ager who had never even served as a company commander’. Also, he got annoyed at the fact that the old man interfered in every case and interfered with the advance when he had to return to Korea with a brilliant major.

“Nothing is right!”

The 6th Corps had long since been sucked into downtown Calcutta, while the corps commander murmured and effectively aided the runaway of his commanders.

‘Bad system, bad commanders, bad soldiers… .’

The rational and systematic system of the US military that Marshall had built was crumbling like a dull dinosaur that could not overcome its size as most of the talented people he raised were expelled from the military base.

Perhaps the situation would have been similar if he had been there. How could even the United States be able to handle so many fronts around the world with ease? In fact, the war with Japan was huge, not complicated, as the Soviet Union was in charge of the European front alone, except for sending supplies.

But now that the U.S. is missing, the slump was terrifying in the eyes of his orthodox chief of staff.

‘War in all directions and send hundreds of thousands of miscellaneous things to the world. I can’t even come up with a plan… !’

Instead of a single battlefield called “Pacific Island/Ocean,” everything needed was different from the blood-drying deserts of the Middle East to the jungles of India and Africa, where all kinds of insects flew. Properly supplying such things to the enemy boasted the extreme difficulty.

Supply and demand were also difficult to properly control because the planned offensive or enemy attack was not a battle with a predictable regular army, but a battle with an irregular army.

“Whew… .”

The commanders were also pathetic. Spanish officers who were awarded insignia by fighting against amateur republicans in a civil war after shooting at least a little against the Toeins in Africa. Portuguese and Italian officers who couldn’t even do that.

They were like piglets leading a flock. It is said that Britain is a little better, but since the roots of the army’s pillars were smashed, there is one thing that has been bothering them.

In fact, the US military was much better, but it wasn’t, so Frederick had no choice but to complain.

U.S. military commanders, including myself, are unqualified for every single thing. A considerable number of commanders who had a conflict with MacArthur in the last Daejeon were either pushed out of their posts or relegated by anti-compulsory force. The rest are yes men, fringes, or poor people with little experience compared to their class.

Such people have obviously lost their ability to cope with crises.

“dismissal! dismissal! It’s urgent!”

“Wow, something!”

“It is said that a large number of enemy armored forces of unknown size appeared on the left wing!”

“!!!!”

* * *

“Are you coming? It’s a pity that the damage to our allies is too great… .”

“… Comrade General’s strategy will be successful.”

How do you know what I’m not sure about? Nikolai, who was about to ask such a question, just chose to keep his mouth shut.

When the general spoke a word, the people below him had no choice but to become very uncomfortable. When you were a soldier, how many foolish things did you do because of that one thing: division commanders, regimental commanders, and high-ranking people come out to inspect?

If you come here and do it yourself, it’s only a bad comedy. Nikolai himself, who in all respects is bound to lag behind well-educated officers, is the only thing better than others that he has experienced military life as a pawn.

If there is one more thing, rather than the safest position with the rank of general as a general, do you have the courage to choose a frontline where you can give accurate instructions and lead efficiently?

“All troops… Ready!”

[!!!!!]

Excited shouts and slogans began to be heard over the radio. Most of the tank forces went to the south of the city to face the mighty American Panzer Division, but here was the most powerful unit of the Indian Revolutionary Army, the Secondary Heavy Tank Battalion.

Kwagwagwagwang, Kwagwagwang! The sound of an engine that seemed to vibrate the heavens and the earth resounded in the silent field.

“Advance the tank! The motorized unit advances in succession to each unit.”

At the head of each squad were the constituent battalions of heavy tank battalions, which were divided into units of heavy anti-tank groups. They will trample the poor defenses laid out by the Portuguese and Italians and leave room for motorized units to pass.

Armored – With the overwhelming mobility of the mechanized unit, it strikes the rear of the enemy who has gone too deep and pushes them into the city to siege and annihilate them. This was the basic operational concept that Nikolai was aiming for.

Most of the battalion commanders understood all Nikolai’s orders, so there was nothing more to say. But, I wanted to say something more.

“… For the people, let’s win.”

[hurray! hurray! hurray!]

I don’t know Indian, but the cheering voices were the same everywhere in the world.

I hope that even after this battle is over.

* * *

In the right wing of the Indian Revolutionary Army, that is, in the northern area of ​​Calcutta, there was only one battalion of sub-tank with a proper armored force.

Most of the T-34 tanks are fighting back and forth against the US 4th Panzer Division in the South. In this situation, Nikolai decided to play a little more pretentiously against an enemy with low morale.

At the tip of the spear in front of the offensive, a heavy tank heavy combat team was deployed one by one to take charge of the breakthrough. In addition to this, many trucks were camouflaged as tanks by attaching sheet metal, cardboard, and 120mm mortar barrels to the main guns.

It was difficult to tell whether it was a tank or a poorly camouflaged truck, mixed with the roar of the armored forces that shook the sky and the earth at the time when it was starting to get dark like now.

“Ahhh! It’s a train!!!”

“Retreat! retreat!”

“surrender! surrender! I surrender!”

Of course, it didn’t make much sense to the enemy, who was busy collapsing without even thinking of trying to figure out what kind of tank it was.

One of the communicators, who was caught on the leash, grabbed his still trembling hand and began to broadcast the current situation on the walkie-talkie.

“Ah… Enemy heavy tanks appear in front of allies! At least… At least one battalion, no, only tanks are regiment-level! A myriad of motorized units are following up!”

[What? report back The enemy’s tank power isn’t that great. Is it a regiment-level tank force?]

“It’s a kite, a regiment or more! It is believed that the enemy sent all heavy tanks to the friendly side. increase, increase… .”

[Reinforcement is impossible! Defend your current position!]

Command went into a moment of panic. There were reports that regiment-level heavy tank units were deployed everywhere.

No matter how incredible and low-quality the Portuguese units they may have been, I don’t mean to say there are no tanks… . the commander believed. So, it seemed that the tank had definitely appeared.

“The enemy’s tank power is at the level we know! Where are the new trains? .”

“The Soviet Union may have sent reinforcements. I have to complain to them… .”

“What is the use of protesting now? Now our troops… .”

“Isn’t it taken from the front of the 4th Panzer Division? Kim, who has now retreated for a while, may have diverted troops to the other side… .”

The commanders of the Allied Forces Command, who were called naero, started arguing while saying one word at a time. Most of the public opinion was inclined to the Indian rebels’ rotational deployment of troops rather than the Soviets’ massive military support.

“Does it make sense that, with common sense, hundreds of these heavy objects were placed over the Tibetan Plateau and here so quickly? It must have been that one of the two brigades deployed against the 4th Panzer Division was dispersed to the right. The Portuguese and the Italians were timid on the battlefield… .”

“what? Are you insulting us now?”

“Honestly, did I say something wrong? No, I don’t even stay on the battlefield, so is it wrong to say I’m afraid on the battlefield?”

About two minutes before the opening, people started arguing again. Once one thing was agreed upon.

“If the front of the 4th Panzer Division is empty, why not just let the 4th Panzer Division advance and stab the enemy from behind? Some of the troops of the 6th Corps were retreated and reinforced… No, stop fighting! please!”

“Isa insulted Italy first! Request a duel!”

“Is it an insult to tell the truth? Shit! That’s why pasta… .”

“stop! stop!”

No one in the command really thought that the Indian rebels, the guerrillas now helplessly trampled by the VI Corps, could defeat the regulars of the European army just because they had one or two tanks.

And it was the same for the 4th Panzer Division.

“Sir, the order to advance has been issued from the command!”

“okay? I just got the report. I heard that the Doha-yong floating bridges were also completed, so the heads of those guys… .”

The pontoon bridges that had to be installed for the heavy M26 Pershing tanks to cross took quite some time to work, but the US Engineers succeeded in installing the pontoon bridge in the division’s advance route by working as quickly as possible.

It is said that their strength was also cut in half and they tried to stab them by turning them upwards, but while the 6th Corps held them, the Panzer Division would advance and crush the enemy.

In a way, it seems to fit the original plan. While the center and left flanks serve as shields, the 4th Panzer Division on the right flanks become hammers, advancing and crushing the enemy. No matter what they do… .

“These guys also learned strategic tactics, and I think they’re going to try it with a hammer and anvil and two wing maneuvers… It must be disappointing to see the anvil fall apart while the hammer is beating the metal!”

From what he heard, only the news that the 6th Corps had triumphed over the guerrillas that came sporadically attacking them with small units continued to come. I was afraid that the ball would fade due to the strongest resistance, but when I heard the good news, I jumped out of the march command.

In fact, I thought that Stalin of the Soviet Union might have pulled something out of his sleeve and threw it like a magician.

With all those possibilities blocked, the Indian Army had little to do. The division commander muttered to himself as if he was trying to convince himself of his judgment.

“My guys… What are you going to do?”

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