Chapter 1057 Afterglow

The setting sun in the distance hangs high on the horizon. Malashenko, who has left his car, is walking among the positions. Under his feet is the land soaked with blood and the lives of the loyal guardians of this land.

The German army retreated, but those fanatics who were not afraid of death and were willing to sacrifice everything and even their lives for their beliefs and their superior leader, failed to break through the red line in the end and threw thousands of corpses in front of the line. , and the flaming wreckage of dozens of tanks retreated.

The soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield and collecting everything of value and use from the corpses of German soldiers on the battlefield, including weapons, ammunition, cigarettes, lighters, and even bread and paper-wrapped sausages that were in their pockets and were not eaten in time. .

The SS commando captain who had pulled half of the body out of the tank was lying on the ground at the moment, his two dull eyes staring at the sky above his head that was rendered by the afterglow. The bayonet stuck in his chest was a knife The final murder weapon that killed him, the blood dripping down his clothes had long since dried and solidified.

He once risked his life to save others, but when he was about to die, no one risked his life to save him. The only people around him within sight were shot to death by pistols, swept over by submachine guns, The corpse of a comrade with a bayonet stabbed through the chest.

The commando captain who emptied all the magazines he carried with him and swung around with an engineer shovel finally died at the last moment of failure.

Holding his Somi submachine gun in his hand that he still didn't want to throw away, Malashenko came to the body of the SS commando captain and kicked away another German soldier who was pressing on his stomach. The corpse and the silvery thing hanging around its neck obviously caught Malashenko's attention.

He put his hand into the collar and pulled it down with slight force. The metal bead chain was easily broken by Malashenko, who had strong hands. The thing that Malashenko placed in the palm of his hand was a can Metal pendant to store photos.

Click——

With a slight movement of his right thumb, Malashenko opened the cover of the pendant and saw what was contained inside.

The girl on the left of the photo smiled brightly. The man on the right had a very handsome slicked back hair and was wearing a military uniform. However, the skull mark on the military uniform made Malashenko, whose face was stained with blood, instantly look at it. I felt downright sick.

"Go to hell with this bitch, you idiot!"

The pendant was thrown out and landed on the top of the commando captain's head. It bounced lightly and fell to the side in the puddle of blood that could no longer be absorbed by the earth. It made a soft thud like a heavy object hitting the water and was never seen again. trace.

The soldiers carrying the stretcher slowly passed by Malashenko. The painful moans coming from the stretcher from time to time were very uncomfortable to hear.

Malashenko turned around and walked forward, following the direction of the painful groans and stopped two soldiers who were carrying a stretcher.

The soldiers recognized the man in front of them who was dressed the same as an ordinary tank soldier. He was Colonel Malashenko, commander of the 1st Heavy Tank Brigade of the Stalin Guards who came to support their defense. When it was inconvenient to salute and occupy his hands, the soldiers Under the circumstances, he immediately nodded towards Malashenko, and Malashenko, who took off his black leather gloves while walking, responded with a military salute.

"Which position is injured? Comrade."

Malashenko, who spoke first, walked to the stretcher and discovered that the wounded soldier being carried on the stretcher was actually a tank soldier under his command. The iconic uniform and Guards badge pinned to his chest were facing towards him. Malashenko silently told his identity.

"Deputy commander of the third company of the first tank battalion, Captain Borisov reports to you. I wish you good health, comrade brigade commander."

The captain, whose entire right arm was covered with bandages, lay on a stretcher and raised his hands to salute Malashenko with difficulty. Every slight forceful movement made his already distorted expression become even more wrinkled.

"No need to salute me, stop what you are doing! Captain Borisov, you need to take a good rest now."

Malashenko vaguely remembered seeing this company commander when he inspected Kulbalov's first battalion. If he remembered correctly, this should be a main company commander next to Kulbalov. He was assigned The command vehicle should be the battalion command IS2 that Kulbalov replaced after taking over the IS6.

"My car was penetrated three times by Germans, Comrade Brigadier."

"Both the gunner and the loader died. The driver and I put out the fire in the car twice. By the third time, we really had no way to continue putting out the fire. All the things that could be used to put out the fire were used up. I even threw my own water bottle in. I don’t know how I fell. I just remember that the fire surrounded me and there were countless German tanks beside me.”

"When I opened my eyes again, I had been carried out of the tank and lying on a stretcher. The doctor said that half of my body was burned. I was lucky to survive. Can I come back to fight? Comrade Brigadier."

Malashenko did not lift the blanket covering Borisov. Just from the smell of burnt human flesh floating in his nostrils, he knew that the truth would only be worse. Those who are used to this smell Malashenko has become desensitized to this and is even a bit numb.

"You will come back, Captain Borisov, and the comrades will always be waiting for your return."

"You fought well with your comrades. I saw your battalion at the front beating the Germans to a bloody head. You are very brave! I will inform the front headquarters of your deeds in my name and help you Apply for the honor and just rest and wait for it to be published in the newspaper!”

Captain Borisov, who actually suffered nearly 70% burns on his body, forgot about the pain for a moment and no longer moaned in pain.

Malashenko could see the sparkling tears in those excited eyes. They were shed for the sake of more comrades who had not survived until now, and they could no longer be suppressed.

Malashenko, who was a little moved by the scene, had red eyes and waved his hand to carry the person down. He casually wiped his dirty sleeves on his face to wipe away the sticky blood stains. A man strode up from not far away. The man is waving to Malashenko.

"It's great to see you again, Comrade Malashenko! Without your help we would never have won this battle. We met once in Stalingrad. Do you remember me?"

Malashenko is not a person with a good memory. He is even a little forgetful and easily embarrassed.

But Malashenko can always remember those who have fought alongside him, such as the commander Mavonov in front of him.