Chapter 1304 Death Avenger
The German troops on the position were running away in all directions, scurrying faster than rabbits, and each one looked like panicked marmots jumping around in the tunnel. Although no actual white flag has been raised so far, if this situation continues to develop, it will only be a matter of time.
A single reinforced drum with an ammunition capacity of 75 rounds, two in parallel and a total of 150 rounds together is not very durable, especially when used with the extremely fast anti-aircraft MG42.
Yegorovich, who was holding the machine gun on the tank turret and standing on the engine cover, quickly ran out of ammunition. Usually when encountering this kind of situation on the battlefield, it is best to have an assistant shooter step forward to help. At the very least, handing over a brand new fully loaded magazine is the most basic operation.
But Yegorovich, this violent battlefield machine gun ranger, has no assistant shooter, or in other words, there are almost no suitable people who can keep up with this guy's rampage.
Once this guy starts fighting, he will act like a bloodthirsty madman and will kill any prey within sight. But it still retains the most basic sense of reason and can distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. To describe it simply and concisely, it is similar to a green-purple giant artificial creature that goes berserk to protect its cubs after a certain TV loses power.
Yegorovich was one of the few survivors of the Sevastopol Fortress, but few people knew about his bloody legendary experience. He never mentioned it to people who were not familiar with it.
Not many people knew that Yegorovich's five-year-old son, three-year-old daughter, wife, mother, and younger brother were all killed by German shelling and bombing in the military-affiliated civilian area of Sevastopol.
"Don't say I am 38 years old now. Even if I am 50 or 60 years old now, I will still continue to fight against these fascist scum! I just want revenge. Defending the motherland and defending the faith can only be ranked second. Two! If the Red Army doesn’t take me in, I’ll go out on my own with a gun! I’ll keep doing it until I’m killed by the Germans or I can’t find those fascist scum anymore.”
In that brief moment when he stretched out his hand to change the ammunition, Yegorovich inadvertently recalled that after escaping from occupied Sevastopol, he underwent a second political review because of his status as a suspected prisoner.
Even thinking about it now, Yegorovich did not feel the slightest regret for what he had said.
That's right, the only reason to keep fighting is revenge, nothing else.
Yegorovich only received the most basic education and could not read many words. Even if he was told the truth, he could not understand it, and he was too lazy to pay attention to it. Only the most basic principles of revenge and tooth for tooth were deeply imprinted in his heart and never changed.
Memories of the past flashed through his mind like an accelerating slideshow and then disappeared. Yegorovich, whose eyes were still as cold as ever and unsmiling, was performing the actions in his hands quickly and deftly.
Yegorovich threw the empty parallel double drum drum to the back of his head like trash and ignored it. The spare double drum drum that was taken off the ammunition carrier on his butt was hung on the gun. ,Ready.
Yegorovich, who had already touched the upper receiver cover with his right hand and was about to unload it and then complete the final preparation before firing again, had not had time to put it into practice. A German bullet that came from nowhere came straight towards him, hitting the gun in a sudden and unexpected manner, making a crisp sound of sparks and splashing directly into his face.
"Oh! Shit!"
It is true that Yegorovich is a hateful battlefield avenger, but this does not mean that he is obsessed with revenge and does not care about anything else.
Yegorovich, who has experienced hundreds of battles so far, cherishes his life more than anyone else. He has always believed in the absolute truth that only by living longer can he kill more Germans.
With his superb combat skills and superb sixth sense on the battlefield, Yegorovich almost gave up and let go of the machine gun in his arms at the last moment. He instantly shrank behind the tank's turret like a puppet with its strings cut off. To hide.
"Huhu, these bastards and snipers, why didn't you notice where they were hiding just now?"
The 92mm Mauser rifle bullet failed to damage Yegorovich's vitals, but it penetrated the body of the MG42, opened a bullet hole, and directly scraped off Yegorovich's left hand, which was holding the machine gun at the time. a piece of meat.
The middle part of the left hand muscle where the index finger and thumb are connected is already bleeding. Yegorovich, who raised his left hand to the position in front of his eyes, can clearly see: the German's sudden and elusive shot almost blew off his left hand, which was as big as the fingernail of his thumb. Although the large piece of flesh and blood did not hurt the finger and did not affect the subsequent use of the gun, it is impossible to say that it does not hurt.
Yegorovich, who was determined to fight the Germans to the end, was not the kind of coward who jumped into the line of fire with only minor injuries. This battle had just begun and there were a lot of Germans waiting for him to kill with his own hands.
Yegorovich treated his wounds quickly and roughly. A piece of rag torn from the cuff of his left arm was directly wrapped around his hand, and then wrapped twice randomly like a cable, and then his right hand, mouth and teeth went into battle. Bite the tie tightly, and a simple battlefield bandage first aid takes less than half a minute to be completed.
Don’t be surprised by Yegorovich’s proficiency and speed. For him, who has battle scars all over his body and has come back alive after going around the edge of hell several times, this kind of thing has long been a problem in Sevastopol. It's a daily routine that I've become accustomed to.
After the wound was bandaged and the battle continued, Yegorovich did not hesitate to pick up the weapon that fell on the top of the tank turret and prepare to continue fighting.
But although this was a very low-probability thing, it happened to be bumped into by Yegorovich.
The German's Mauser rifle bullet directly punched a hole in the MG42's gun body, and it was the main part of the middle part of the gun body that accommodates the firing component.
The springs and firing pins inside were now smashed by the warheads. Yegorovich knew that his precious gun could no longer be used for the time being just by looking at it. He had to wait until the battle was over to use it on other captured MG42s. It can be repaired by disassembling some parts.
If there is no machine gun available, what should we do next?
Yegorovich did not want to pick up other weak weapons. The efficiency of killing Germans in that way was too slow. Machine guns were the only choice for real men.
Fortunately, Yegorovich, who had sharp eyes like a falcon, quickly found a replacement target: right on top of the head of the unique IS6 heavy tank.
