Steel Soviet Union

Although the order to abandon the vehicle has been issued, Malashenko's own task has not yet been completed.

Before leaving this precious car that he couldn't let go of, there was one last thing Malashenko had to do.

He raised his right arm and grabbed the microphone hanging on the armored bulkhead next to his commander's position. Malashenko pressed the call button and blurted out the words that had been brought to his lips in an instant.

"Lavery! My car can't move, you come to take over the command! Don't call, we are abandoning the car! Repeat, you come to take over the command, we are abandoning the car!"

There was no immediate reply from the other end of the transmitter as in the past. It seemed that after a few seconds passed when time stopped passing, Lavrinenko, who was also busy in the exchange of fire and was already in a hurry, finally responded to Malashenko.

"Take your weapons and find the nearest tank for cover! Don't act like a hero, come back alive! Over!"

Lavrinenko's reply came from the microphone hanging in the air, dragging the transmission line.

Malashenko, who had indeed heard Lavrinenko's final instructions in full, had no time to reply. Malashenko had already grasped his Somi submachine gun, which he had not replaced until now, and then raised it. With his right hand, he opened the turret hatch above his head and stuck his head out.

"Come out, fire! Kill that Russian guy!"

"I will fuck your mother!"

Da da da da——

Malashenko, who had already expected that there might be some German bastard squatting on him outside, kept an eye out. After pushing open the top cover of the turret, he only poked half of his head out to check the situation, but did not move it. The entire upper body jumped out at once just to escape.

An insignificant detail at a critical moment once again saved Malashenko's life.

Less than one Bande soldier who had just climbed up from behind the ruins and poked his head out happened to be staring at this Russian heavy tank with its hatch closed and still motionless.

This strange heavy tank, which was huge in size and strange in appearance, had never been seen before. It immediately attracted the attention of the German squad leader who led the team. Generally speaking, tanks with no obvious holes in the armor and no explosions or fires were likely to be killed. It was just a possible situation of temporarily stopping to prepare an ambush or deliberately pretending to be dead.

Thinking that I had indeed heard that there was an elite Russian ace tank unit in Stalingrad, which was also filled with rumors of new and terrifying heavy tanks that the German army had never seen before, this man was involved in the German armed intervention in the Spanish Civil War. , the squad leader, who was just a logistics soldier accompanying the team on the expedition, immediately became extremely vigilant and ordered to stop advancing.

"Keep an eye on it! There may be Russians inside, don't get close to it yet, wait!"

Beware of the cowardly order to sail the Wannian ship, it happened to hit Malashenko who opened the hatch cover like a mole and exposed half of his head.

The German squad leader reacted quickly and immediately gave the order to fire without hesitation. A crackle of rifle bullets and submachine gun bullets instantly shot up the armor of this monster-like heavy tank. Sparks flew out of it, but the frightened man was about to abandon the vehicle. The escaping Russian apparently escaped unhurt and was not hit on the spot.

None of the infantrymen who could survive the brutal and hellish Stalingrad street battles to this day is a fool. Basically, all of them have been trained by the cruel battlefield of survival of the fittest to become first-class street fighting and survival experts.

Seeing that the small-arms fire had no effect and exposed the target, a German sergeant immediately put down the Bobosha in his hand and took out the M24 long-handled grenade on standby from his waist. He quickly unscrewed the cap to reveal the fuse and held it tightly. in hand.

At a distance of less than 30 meters, he was more than 85% sure that he could throw the thing in his hand directly into the tank along the top cover that had not yet had time to close.

The German sergeant, whose bomb-dropping skills were among the best in the entire battalion, had previously destroyed two Soviet tanks by chance through similar methods, and was even personally commended and praised by the regimental commander for this.

But what he didn't expect was that before he could put the half-exposed fuse on his finger and prepare to pull the line, the monitor who was lying on his stomach less than half a meter away suddenly raised his right arm to stop him.

"No! Keep this tank. Haven't you heard the rumors before? What if the grenade completely blows up the tank? It is more beneficial to us to seize it completely. Don't you want to become an officer and improve yourself so that you can go home alive? The probability?”

The longer a veteran lives on the battlefield, the better he can make tactical choices that are most beneficial to him based on local conditions and the actual situation at hand. Blindly making subconscious actions is a behavior that only a passionate fool who has just arrived on the front line can do. The German squad leader who has already thought about what to do in his best interests is obviously not among them.

Even though his background as an infantryman meant he knew nothing about these steel monsters, the German squad leader still knew that the so-called "tanks made by the inferior race Russians are far inferior to German craftsmanship" propagated on the radio and in newspapers, in the final analysis It's just fucking farts!

The troops on the front line were almost beaten to shit by T34 and KV. Those idiots, whose heads are full of human excrement, still spread the bullshit fallacy of "inferior races and superior races" in the rear!

The squad leader of the German army did not go to school for a few years. He came from a poor fisherman family in Hamburg (German place name, not KFC) where he made a living fishing with his father since childhood. It is precisely because of his lack of education and connections that he has been stuck in the position of squad leader for many years, but this does not prevent him from using his independent thinking to have a clear understanding of various situations on the front line.

That Stalingrad can still be won is an illusory fantasy that only fools have. The German squad leader, who has witnessed how terrible the Russians are, just wants to leave Stalingrad alive as soon as possible, and then immediately apply for discharge and receive a sum of money to return to his hometown. Go and inherit your father's business and make a living by fishing. If you continue to stay in this horrible Russia, you will only die faster!

You say that the Russians are an inferior nation, but it turns out that the tanks made by the inferior nation are much better than the rags made by your superior nation. The industrial crystallization of the superior nation is so vulnerable to the tractors of the inferior nation that it explodes with just a poke. This superior nation Is the nation a bit misrepresented?

The German squad leader did not understand the performance of tanks or the tactical arrangements of armored troops. He only knew that the real scene he saw most of the time was that his own tanks exploded like balloons, while those Russian tanks were as indestructible as monsters. It can't penetrate the armor at all.

He had heard rumors circulating on the front that the German version of the T34 tank was being imitated in China. It was said that before General Guderian was dismissed, he organized an investigation team to come to Russia to conduct actual inspections and collect front-line feedback and actual combat data on the T34. Such a piece of gossip about German soldiers passing the time after dinner was an opportunity for the shrewd German squad leader.

That strange-looking heavy tank that I had never seen before must be a new weapon of the Russians. Just by looking at the terrifying shape, I knew it must be very powerful! As long as I can get it intact and hand it over, no matter how hard it goes, I can still get the title of company commander for this great contribution, and the chance of leaving Stalingrad alive will be doubled exponentially.

It's quite ironic to say that the German squad leader, who was bent on getting Malashenko's car intact, actually had the same idea as Malashenko to keep climbing up to increase the chance of survival.