Chapter 204 Red Heart (Part 1)

After some intensive emergency repairs and hard work, the steel behemoths belonging to the independent first heavy tank breakthrough battalion under Malashenko finally had 31 KV1 heavy tanks and 7 T34 tanks ready for emergency combat. Conditions for going to the battlefield to fight.

Although the Soviet tanks of the same period were slightly inferior to the precision-built German tanks, both in terms of manufacturing process details and the molding quality of rolled armor steel.

However, compared to the Germans who were too strict in manufacturing tanks as if they were making works of art, the Soviet tanks adopted a large number of mature technologies and even directly applied the civilian tractor transmission system, but they have undeniable solid reliability and convenience. Repair and replacement features.

Parts used to repair and replace Soviet tanks can even be found in ordinary civilian tractor factories. The Soviet army fighting locally is more tenacious in battlefield adaptability than the German army that came from afar to launch an invasion.

After finding treasures from the inventory of the tractor factory in Leningrad and using it to repair it, Malashenko, after leaving the dock at Lake Ladoga, followed the order issued by the front army headquarters and began to lead his troops all the way south to Schlusser Fort Battlefield.

Although the roads passing through the city are much better than off-road, they are still difficult to walk. The German Air Force's large-scale bombing of the entire Leningrad area for several months has already devastated the entire city, which is paved with bricks. The road was full of large and small craters, making it difficult for the heavy armored tanks to move forward.

"Seryozha, keep going, follow the lead car and drive slowly, be careful, I'll go see what's going on outside."

After finishing his words, Malashenko directly opened the turret hatch above the commander's position without waiting for a reply from his subordinates. He stretched his upper body out of the turret to see the first ray of sunlight, and then used the stabbing The smell of gunpowder mixed with a slight smell of blood shone on Malashenko's face.

"The weather is not bad, but the city is a complete mess."

The tracks of the KV1 heavy tank driving slowly on the urban road in first gear at a constant speed squeaked, making a sound so bad that it could make ordinary people's ears numb.

On the side street, a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl holding a stuffed doll in her arms, and a younger boy tightly holding on to her with the other hand, seemed to be interested in the car that was slowly passing by within a short distance. The steel behemoths turned a blind eye and were numb to the extreme. They still went their own way and walked blindly on the gray streets that were so devastated that even the bright sunshine was unable to render the changes.

Malashenko, who leaned his upper body out of the turret to observe the surrounding situation and the smoothness of the road, saw this scene in time. Just as he was thinking about whether he could take a minute to get out of the car to ask and check the specific situation, he was met by an urgent military order. When he was hesitating, a small group of about one squad of Red Army patrol soldiers came towards him, but Malashenko changed his mind.

"Hey, comrade, here! Look here!"

Attracted by the beckoning call from Malashenko's mouth, the Red Army infantry squad leader leading the patrol immediately stepped forward and raised his hand to give a military salute to Malashenko, who had his upper body out of the turret.

"Sergeant Lomanov reports to you, sir, what are your orders?"

Facing the question raised by the sergeant, Malashenko did not directly answer the question. The silent Malashenko instead pointed his right arm directly at the pair of siblings who were wandering by the ruins on the corner of the street.

"Go check it out, Sergeant. Children are the last ones who should be involved and should be protected."

Looking back in the direction pointed by Malashenko's right hand, the sergeant squad leader, whose face was stained with smoke and his dark uniform was even stained with blood, showed a slightly helpless and unsurprised look.

But even so, the sergeant squad leader who knew what he should do within the scope of his duties still followed Malashenko's order and gently raised his hand in the direction of the bunch of wandering sisters and brothers. .

"Ziakov, Sasha, go over and deal with it, don't let the children continue to run around in the streets."

When the sergeant squad leader turned around again after giving orders to his subordinates, the person who appeared in front of him was Malashenko, who was leaning down from the turret and passing a cigarette to him. A face so close.

"You look familiar to these siblings. Do you have any stories? Comrade Sergeant."

The subsequent independent 1st Heavy Tank Breakthrough Battalion was still slowly passing by Malashenko's car, which had stopped. With a grateful smile on his face, he reached out and took the cigarette Malashenko handed him, holding it in his mouth. The sergeant squad leader behind him showed a rather helpless and sad expression.

"Who says it isn't? Sir. I am a local myself and live on the street next door. The brother and sister were originally orphans living in a street food supply society. The biological mother unfortunately died when giving birth to the younger brother, and the father He was a platoon leader of the Red Army Infantry Division, but unfortunately he died at the hands of those damn Finns. Fortunately, Elena from the supply company took the siblings in. "

"But who would have thought that those fascist Nazis would come knocking on the door. During the bombing half a month ago, the food supply agency that Irina was responsible for was directly hit by a bomb dropped by a German plane, and the entire building was destroyed. Yi If Lian Na hadn't saved these two children, she would have had a chance to run away. Unfortunately, since then, these two children have been wandering around the ruins of the supply company all day long. Counting today, this is the fifth time that I have led a team to deal with them. It’s really heartbreaking that they both died.”

After listening to the narration of the sergeant squad leader who was shaking his head, he turned around and looked at the pair of siblings beside the ruins on the street corner. The two dirty children had been carried by two men carrying Mosin Nagant. The Red Army soldier holding the rifle was hugged in his arms. The embrace was still warm but the absent-minded face of a familiar person was no longer there. Even Malashenko, a future time traveler, couldn't help but feel heartache when he saw it.

He turned around and opened the inner pocket of his fireproof suit and took out a pack of thick compressed biscuits as big as his palm. Malashenko held it in his hand and was about to hand it out, but he suddenly hesitated.

After thinking for a moment, he leaned down slightly and took out a box of unopened canned beef from the glove box next to the commander's position inside the turret. He held it with a pack of compressed biscuits and weighed it in his hand. After feeling the full touch, Malashenko then bent down and reached out to hand down the turret.

"Although the supply of supplies is tight, even if we are hungry, we cannot leave the children hungry."

"Take these things and take care of the two children, sergeant. Don't let them eat them all at once. The days ahead will be very difficult."