Chapter 1893 Revenge for the hero Kirill

Malashenko led the team back to the formation, and the Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division was once again complete. Even if it lost one of its most combat-effective elite companies, it did not matter. Reading For a front-line field force that is so large that it bears the name of a division but is actually a military-level force, the loss of a company can only be regarded as superficial, and the German army on the opposite side will still face the most terrifying nightmare.

On the night after the cremation ceremony, Malashenko did not go to bed early because he would have to get up early to fight tomorrow morning. Instead, he carried a bucket of paint that he found from nowhere and started working in front of his car.

"What are you painting on it?"

Iushkin, who had something on his mind and couldn't sleep, leaned against the back of the tank and smoked alone. After hearing a strange noise coming from the side and rear, he stood up and saw Malashenko carrying a paint bucket and busy beside the vehicle. Then he asked.

The bright and cold moonlight shone on the grassland and illuminated everything, allowing Iushkin to see clearly that it was Malashenko, and Malashenko could also see Iushkin who was getting up and about to walk over.

"Paint it so we don't forget this day."

""

Malashenko's answer seemed a bit meaningless. Iushkin couldn't figure out what Malashenko was referring to. He could only say that if he stepped forward and took a look, he might find something different.

When Iushkin walked up to Malashenko, he saw clearly that Malashenko, who was holding a paint bucket in one hand and a brush in the other, seemed to be painting some words on the side armor of the turret of his car? It's something similar after all, it's just filling in the paint patches that were damaged and dropped during the battle on the car.

"Is it writing something? It looks like it."

Malashenko did not give a direct answer to Iushkin, but threw out ambiguous words and continued what he was doing.

"You'll know after you take a good look."

The passage of time made Malashenko's "work", which he kept painting on the turret with a brush, become more and more clear. Gradually, Iushkin saw what the meaning of Malashenko's strokes was. A string of sentences painted on a tank turret is not a short sentence.

"Revenge for the hero Kirill"

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Iushkin read out the handwriting on the turret and blurted it out. Malashenko, who was holding a white paint bucket and applying the last stroke, also put down what he was holding and called it a day.

"I vowed to make all the fascist bastards who killed Kirill pay the price. This is proof and an incentive to remind me not to forget what happened today. I also want those fascist bastards to know why they died. "

Malashenko has experienced too many life-and-death farewells among his comrades. This time he was not too immersed in grief and couldn't extricate himself. However, this does not mean that Malashenko will emotionlessly ignore the things he should keep in mind.

Revenge Kirill and kill the fascist bastards who killed him.

Malashenko's only goal now is that simple, or it may be called obsession. In short, this is what Malashenko requires himself to accomplish.

The No. 177 IS4 heavy tank, which was originally painted with a very iconic feature, became even more unique after Malashenko's temporary addition.

At the very front of the right side of the turret is the Guards logo, and a little further back is the vehicle call sign "177".

At the front end of the left side of the turret is the division emblem of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, a bear's head with its fangs open and its huge mouth biting into pieces the projected symbol of the Iron Cross. Near the middle and rear part are two lines of slogans, one above and one below, that Malashenko just brushed on by hand. Together they are "Revenge for the hero Kirill" read by Iushkin himself.

With its fancy turret and summer three-color block camouflage paint all over its body, this absolutely unique IS4 heavy tank will definitely become the most feared nightmare of those Nazi lackeys, whether it is Malashenko or Iushkin. I think so in my heart.

"I will make those stupid fascist thieves regret setting foot on Soviet territory, regret driving their shabby cars to the village of Marinovo and provoking the wrong people. These stupid pigs will never live in peace no matter how far they go. If I don’t survive, I will not be a human unless I kill all these idiots!”

Malashenko, who swore silently in his heart, did not yet know some things. For example, in a place not too far away from where he was now, in the rear of the German-occupied area, there was a place that did not look very inconspicuous. In the field hospital, the murderer who killed Kirill was lying on the bed and grinning in pain.

"Did the wound open again? You don't look right, Carl."

The man sitting next to the bed, never leaving, had a worried look on his face. In stark contrast, the man lying on the bed showed a flash of grimace, then covered up the pain and responded with an unnatural smile.

"It's not that easy to break. It's just a shrapnel that penetrated the belly. Besides, it's been bandaged. I'm not old enough that the wound can't heal."

Seeing the inconsistency in Calvus' words, knowing that this was a deliberate show off unique to young people, the armored major of the National Defense Forces, who had already passed this age, sat at the end of the bed and just sighed softly.

"I hope you are right, just like you did when you contradicted me before the last battle."

Calvus on the battlefield is a very independent person who can maintain a strong sense of self.

As long as it is something he thinks is right, even if the orders from his superiors are contrary to this, Calvus will not hesitate to stick to himself, even if he violates the orders of his superiors, he will not repent even if he is punished or reprimanded.

This is both a good thing and a bad thing, especially since Calvus can always make the right judgment in most situations.

Once disobedience on the battlefield has gained its traction, such extremely egoistic people tend to stick to themselves. It will be difficult for superiors to effectively issue orders and implement them when they encounter similar situations. This is also the case when sitting beside the bed to visit. Major Hans Schwerner, commander of the 502nd Battalion in Calvus, has always had a headache.

But compared to the current serious injury of Calvus, this is not a big deal. After all, it will be difficult for Calvus to return to the battlefield from now on.

"Let's talk about your personal matters. What do you plan to do after returning from the front line?"

Before he finished speaking, the focus of his eyes unconsciously fell on Calvus's right arm. The arm that had been amputated along the upper arm below the elbow joint had already lost his lower arm along with his right hand. Karvus, who planned and launched the raid on the village of Marinovo, not only lost all the tanks under his command, but also lost half of his arm. He was also seriously injured and disabled for life.

"I don't know, I haven't made a plan yet. There's a war going on on the east and west fronts. Allied planes are bombing Germany indiscriminately every day, and the rear is not stable. How good of a life can I have even if I go back? ? This has nothing to do with enjoyment, let alone what I have become."