Chapter 628 An unexpected surprise

"Full of weapons? Flying towards the tractor factory?"

After hearing this shocking news, Vasilevsky and Yeremenko couldn't help but look at each other. The people stationed at the tractor factory were the last fully-organized tank reserves of the entire front army. They were kept at critical moments to put out fires!

"Quick! Call the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment. If you can't get through, use a telegram! Ask them how the situation is!"

Yeremenko threw the telegram and newspaper in his hand aside and spoke almost in a roar, but the answer waiting for him was Major General Korshuv's slow shake of his head.

"As soon as communications were restored, we tried to get in touch with the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, but failed."

"Now they can't get through the phone or telegraph. We have lost contact with the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment."

The house leaks and it rains continuously all night, so whatever you are afraid of will happen at the critical moment.

The overwhelming air attack has a devastating power on ground tank troops. The infantry can barely escape by getting into the air raid shelter, but those tanks that are as big as elephants cannot escape anyway.

"Quick! Send someone to contact you and drive there! If the road is blocked, run to me! I want to know what is going on with the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment and the tractor factory, immediately!"

"yes!"

Because the front army headquarters could not contact the elite unit of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, and it was not clear whether the tractor factory was still in its own hands, it was anxious to move around. Malashenko, who was shrouded in artillery barrage, was Not much better either.

Malashenko, who had been silently calculating the time in his heart, finally waited until the moment when the shelling stopped. This wave of extremely ferocious shelling lasted for nearly an hour. It was obvious that the German army had no intention of receiving the tractor completely. The outsiders wanted to end the battle before dark.

"The shelling has stopped, everyone move! Move quickly!"

As soon as the shelling stopped, everyone knew what would happen next without any need for Malashenko to say.

Pushing open the wooden door of the underground storage room and looking into the corridor outside the door, the smell of dust made Malashenko, who ran to open the door himself, sneeze and instantly become disgraced.

"Bah - bah bah"

I fanned the dust in front of my face with my hands and looked into the distance. Several collapsed semi-sloping ceilings obviously hadn't completely sealed the corridor, leaving a space about one person wide, so I could barely move sideways. .

"Fortunately, the road is not completely blocked, everyone should follow and move quickly!"

Malashenko, who raised his right hand and waved it back, was the first to rush towards the corridor that was just around the corner.

The collapsed ceiling above his head was crumbling and leaning against the wall, barely holding on in a very unstable posture. Malashenko walked closer and took a closer look, but then he saw a scene that almost scared him out of his mind. .

"I'm holding you in my fucking mouth! Is this a stink bomb or a fucking delayed fuze bomb!?"

In the gap between the two collapsed floors, a German artillery standard 150mm high-explosive grenade round was stuck in it and remained motionless.

Malashenko, who was only a few steps away from the 150mm high-explosive grenade projectile, could even clearly see some of the German fonts on the projectile that had not been completely eroded by the friction of flames and gases.

Malashenko, who stood there and was too frightened to move, did not notice the beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

If this 150mm high-explosive grenade that has not yet exploded is not a stink bomb but a delayed fuse, if it explodes in such a narrow space, there will be a dozen people in the regiment including Malashenko. You have to finish every one of them!

"Damn it! Just think of it as a stink bomb! If a person's dead egg is thrown into the sky, he will not die for tens of millions of years. At most, he will give up more than 100 kilograms and finish it here!"

Malashenko, who acted as if the shell in front of him did not exist, waved his hand towards the crowd behind him. The people who had stopped because of the suddenness of Malashenko leading the way immediately started to move forward again.

Commissar Petrov, who quietly came to Malashenko's side, was the second to see the unexploded 150mm high-explosive projectile. Petrov was also shocked by the super-killer weapon stuck in the gap. The political commissar also took a breath.

"It's probably a dumb bomb, Malashenko. It's probably because the fuse of the German shell failed. Let's hurry up and get over there first. If there is any shaking, the shell will explode. No one can say for sure. "

Malashenko, who had this in mind, immediately nodded to Commissar Petrov after hearing this.

After temporarily handing over the Somi submachine gun to Commissar Petrov for safekeeping, Malashenko, holding his breath, immediately followed the first crack in the ceiling and got in sideways.

"Damn it, you're just playing with your heartbeat!"

Malashenko, who was moving slowly with his back against the wall, felt a little trembling when he looked at the unexploded projectile so close to him.

Unprepared sacrifice and immediate death are two completely different concepts. Malashenko, who could risk his own life on the battlefield, was quite frightened by the terrifyingly powerful unexploded projectile in front of him, and wished he could get through the gap quickly. Malashenko, who had avoided this plague, speeded up again.

Humanity's fear of death largely stems from the known rather than the unknown.

This is just like a person who suffers from a heart attack and dies suddenly in his sleep in the middle of the night. He can talk and laugh until the last moment when he wakes up, but a person with a terminal illness appears extremely frightened and fearful even though he knows that death is approaching step by step. , terrified all day long for the impending death.

Malashenko is probably in such a situation at this moment, although the death in front of him may be just an illusion that scares himself.

Malashenko, who slowly got out of the gap in the crumbling ceiling sideways for fear of being blown up or crushed to death on the spot, and reached the other side of the collapsed corridor without any danger, couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"Comrade Political Commissar is right, it seems this is a fucking dumb bomb with a malfunctioning fuse!"

He gestured to the people who were still waiting at the other end of the gap, no problem.

Political Commissar Petrov, who clearly had Malashenko's instructions, then got through the gap in the collapsed ceiling for the second time without incident. Then more regiment personnel passed through in an orderly manner, and the missile was still stuck in the gap. The 150mm high-explosive grenade projectiles have always been peaceful and nothing terrible has happened.

"Okay, forget about this thing. Fortunately, it didn't explode, otherwise the entire corridor would have been completely blocked!"

"Comrade Political Commissar, I leave the formation of the regiment headquarters to you. I have to go to the front line immediately!"