Chapter 1156 Screaming

Oleg, who hurriedly ran up with the Tokarev pistol in his hand, looked very flustered. He was really worried that the three shots he had just fired at the German stick might have penetrated the enemy. The body then wounded Varosha. 6̾̾Anyone who is familiar with the Tokarev TT33 pistol knows that the huge lethality of this thing cannot be denied.

"Hey! Varosha, are you okay? How are you doing?"

Major Varosha, who was pressed by the SS corpse, seemed to be fine. Before Oleg, who kept asking questions, came to his side, Major Varosha, who was holding the ground with one hand, pushed him away. With more than a hundred kilograms of stinky meat weighing on his body, the carp stood upright and sat up.

"I'm fine, but you'd better find me some cloth that can be used to bandage the wound. Gauze is the best!"

Major Varosha, who was breathing heavily, raised his right hand as he spoke. Only then did Oleg, who hurried to Varosha's side, opened his eyes and saw clearly. Varosha, who had just used his right hand without any protective measures to hold the bayonet with his bare hands, now saw that the entire palm of his right hand was already covered in blood from being cut by the sharp blade.

"Oh! Damn it, you idiot Varosha! Why are you grabbing the bayonet with your hand? Are you crazy?"

Although he complained like this, seemingly dissatisfied with Varosha's bold actions just now, Oleg's actual actions were very honest. Almost as quickly as possible, he tore off a section of his sleeve from the damaged gap with a sneer, and faced the slightly cleaner inner lining to the palm of Major Varosha's hand. Start dressing the wound.

"If I hadn't dragged the German guy down, both of us would have died. No one had bullets in their guns at that time, and the German guy was still condescending."

Oleg had to admit that what Varosha said was indeed correct.

When the SS soldier suddenly jumped out and appeared in front of him, Oleg, who had no gun to use in his desperation, even planned to fly forward and knock down the bastard German guy first, but he still reacted after all. Varosha, who was even faster, was just one step ahead.

Seeing that Oleg, who was just bandaging his wound to stop the bleeding, did not reply and just listened. The unfazed Major Varosha raised his head slightly and looked out across the top of the trench with his eyes. What I saw was quite a bad sight.

"Damn it! These Germans have too many people. If they continue like this, they will fall sooner or later. It is difficult for us to organize an organized defense now. We are almost completely fighting on our own.

Oleg naturally knew that Varosha was telling the truth, but he still kept his expression calm and his heart not beating. He did not speak slowly until he finally tied up the simple bandage with both hands.

"Then what are you going to do? We can't contact Comrade Brigade Commander right now. All commands and orders are at your own discretion."

Today's infantry-tank coordination has neither intercoms nor radios. Even if it does, it relies entirely on command vehicles at all levels of the Stalin Guards' 1st Heavy Tank Brigade, which are equipped with wired telephones. Other than that, You can only rely on self-judgment and understanding on the battlefield.

What Oleg said is true. Varosha really has no way to contact Malashenko, let alone how to obtain orders from Malashenko. Everything can only be decided by his own command experience.

The SS soldier who just appeared out of nowhere has now made Major Varosha aware of the complete loss of organization of his own defense. The bad situation of fighting on their own has always been a problem for the defense without troops and supplies. A taboo for military strategists.

Perhaps the close combat situation on the SS side was also not good. Facts have proved that many times the close combat between the enemy and ourselves was conducted without cover. But even the SS is almost fighting on its own, and the advantage in the final analysis is still on their side. Who can say that there are three divisions of troops in large numbers.

If it continues like this, the first one to be defeated will definitely be our own side. Realizing that the situation of the war can no longer be hesitant, Major Varosha strengthened his determination. Even if he has to be held responsible afterwards, he will bear it all by himself.

"Comrade squad leaders of each company and platoon, lead your comrades to retreat immediately! It must be organized along the trenches and traffic trench bunkers, and it cannot be chaotic and lead to a rout! If you can't contact the commanders and soldiers, let the soldiers convey it, quickly!"

Oleg glanced at Major Varosha without any dissuasion or hesitation. He immediately picked up the MP40 submachine gun that fell on the ground and prepared to get up and leave to execute the order.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened suddenly.

A shell fired from an unknown source hit the upper edge of the trench where Major Varosha and Oleg were. Although the shell did not directly hit the trench, it still caused huge damage that cannot be ignored. .

boom--

A dull and loud sound that was too late to avoid was shocking and echoed in his ears. Major Varosha, who tried to keep his eyes wide open in the blur, felt as if he was deaf. On the surrounding battlefield that was originally filled with loud gunfire, there was now only tinnitus that stretched infinitely into a line, and even the entire visible world became blurred and swayed upside down.

"Huha"

Major Varosha, who was panting heavily, realized that he was not dead yet. He had just been blown backwards by the artillery shell hit at close range, and fell solidly to the earth wall of the trench. Although his whole back The pain was as if it was about to break but I could still manage to stand up straight.

"Damn it, Oleg Oleg! How are you, get up!"

The swaying Major Varosha staggered and hurried to Oleg, who was not far away.

Oleg, who had been discussing countermeasures with him just now, fell to the ground like a puppet with his soul stripped away, without saying a word or making any movement.

Major Varosha, who could not hear clearly himself, knelt down on the ground, stretched out his arms and shook Oleg vigorously as he fell to the ground. Seeing that there was no movement, he directly lifted his good brother up. Turn over.

Oleg, who was instantly thrown away by the shock wave of the shell and knocked unconscious, finally managed to survive while gasping for air after being manipulated like this.

"Huhuhu, what happened just now? Were we not killed by the explosion!?"

Oleg, who had just woken up, was still in shock, but Major Varosha, who was extremely vigilant, had already poked his head out again, looking straight at the battlefield in front of him, looking for the target. He wanted to see which bastard it was just now. I almost took my own life.