Steel Soviet Union

Malashenko didn't know that there was a bastard outside who was trying to get his precious car, hoping to use it to gain military industry promotion and make a fortune so he could leave Stalingrad alive.

But even if Malashenko knew about it, he probably wouldn't take it to heart and hesitate or think about it, because at the moment Malashenko can't care about it at all and just wants to run away to save his life.

"Bastard! There is a group of Germans outside, probably an infantry squad, squatting next to us on the ruins."

Malashenko, who was driven back into the car by a burst of gunfire, was sitting in his commander's seat checking weapons and ammunition. In the current situation, even if he didn't want to engage in hand-to-hand combat, it seemed impossible.

If he didn't get rid of the group of Germans outside quickly, in a minute or two Malashenko would not be facing a squad of German infantry. It is no exaggeration to say that even a company of horsemen would hit him in the face. possible.

"Then what should we do now? Fight them out? Use self-defense weapons?"

Malashenko smoothly took out two M24 long-handled grenades from the storage basket built into the turret that he had long forgotten when he put them inside. This kind of weapon can be thrown farther than ordinary grenades due to the lever principle. I have always found it easy to use. Of course, it may be that because I am a Chinese time traveler, I have a special liking for this kind of drumstick-shaped grenade.

As for why I have a special liking for it, I think any Chinese man must know it. When you see this kind of chicken leg grenade, you see the history of blood and tears of our Chinese nation during the Anti-Japanese War.

"What else? Rotate the turret and kill those Germans? Don't be kidding. We can't move at all now. Just park the car in place and turn the turret. Even if they circle around our car, we can't keep up. Load the bullets and prepare. Fight it out."

Malashenko is right. When the tank cannot move and only relies on the rotation of the turret, the speed of the hand-operated steering gear is so stupid that even if Iushkin is exhausted, he may not be able to keep up with the group of German guys surrounding him. The tank was spinning in circles, and it was impossible to use its main gun to kill the group of German infantry outside.

After hearing what Malashenko blurted out, Iushkin, who was still harboring illusions, thought about it and thought that was the case. Then he gave up the unrealistic idea that flashed through his mind and turned to He picked up the weapons in his hands and prepared to fight a "breakout battle" that he had never encountered before.

"Comrade Commander, don't we have a bottom escape hatch? We can evacuate from there, which is safer."

"Um?"

Sometimes people's brains do have nerve short circuits or forget certain key things. Especially at the most critical moment, such situations often occur due to the high concentration of nerves. At this moment, Malashenko This is basically the situation.

"Yeah, why did I forget about this! There's a fucking bottom escape hatch. If you go out from here, you might be able to catch those German guys off guard. Why the hell didn't you think of that? My brain really needs to be repaired, it’s just not working!”

I don’t know if it was because Malashenko mentioned it casually in the train carriage. Kogin, who returned to the design bureau he chaired and started building cars, actually didn’t forget to give this IS1 prototype The tank's body chassis is equipped with a small hatch designed for escape.

This small hatch that opens from inside the car and goes directly to the bottom of the car is not very big. At best, it can barely reach the shoulder width of a big man, especially for someone like Malashenko, who is 1.95 meters tall and in the middle of the car. There were big men in the tank who had to hunch their backs and crouch their waists, and they had to first extend an arm and then turn sideways to get out, which was extremely frustrating.

Speaking of which, it’s quite a bit dark.

This hatch specially used for escape is theoretically useless if the vehicle is not abandoned. After all, no one entering and exiting the tank would be idle and crawling on the ground repeatedly.

But it would be a mistake to think that this door is of no use at all in normal times. This door also plays a very wonderful and indispensable role for the No. 177 crew: going to the toilet.

As we all know, it is very dangerous to go to the toilet outside a tank on the battlefield. Especially in Stalingrad where snipers are almost everywhere, it is even more dangerous. If you go out to urinate, you can be shot to the ground. No joke.

Malashenko asked himself that he didn’t want to end his life by falling in a pool of blood holding his little brother in his hand, because this way of death was too damn shameful!

Even if you don't consider anything else, think about it that will be recorded in later Russian history books: "Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko, winner of the Hero of the Soviet Union and commander of the heroic 1st Guards Tank Regiment, died after getting out of the car to urinate during the Battle of Stalingrad. He was killed by the brutal fascists and died heroically, making an indelible and outstanding contribution to the Great Patriotic War."

Malashenko swore that he would never die like this. Damn it, it would be the kind of death that would make the children and teachers laugh in history class.

Ever since, this small hatch, originally used to escape in emergencies, has naturally become the main way for the No. 177 crew to deal with internal emergencies. The method of use is also very simple. If you want to urinate, just open the hatch and point the gun directly at the hole and fire it down. If you want to defecate, you have to squat at the hole for a while.

In addition, because the size of the hole is too wide for the large size, if you put both legs aside before the pull is completed, your legs will become sore and you will be unable to hold on, and you may fall backwards and your whole butt will be stuck in the hole. He is in a dilemma. If he uses more force, he may even fall out of the car and sit on his own hot excrement.

Malashenko, who complained the most about this, borrowed a welding gun and steel pipe from Karamov, the general manager of the palace, and made a small folding horse trap with holes. From now on, sitting on the tuba is better than squatting on the tuba. The feeling is more than a hundred times more comfortable. After pulling, the pony can be put away so that it does not take up space in the car. Malashenko even admires himself for being so damn smart!

Although there will inevitably be some unpleasant smells when solving internal emergencies in the car, it is still much better than pulling all the large and small ones into the bullet casings, leaving them in the car and unable to throw them out, and worrying about accidentally knocking them over and scattering them all over the floor. The lingering smell is the most painful.

But now, Malashenko, who used to only want to be safe and save trouble, has to face a very bad practical problem.

That damn hatch is often covered in stray urine, and is often sprayed everywhere by the pressurized spray guns of the tough men in the No. 177 crew.

It is impossible to say that there is no smell and traces left on it. When Malashenko thought that he would have to crawl back and forth through this hole now, an unspeakable sense of shame from the civilized people of later generations suddenly came over him. heart.