Chapter 684 Death Station (5)

"Malashenko! Get out of here! The German tanks are coming!"

Lavrinenko shouted at the loudspeaker in his hand. Before he finished speaking, Malashenko, who was holding a 7mm Deshka heavy machine gun in his arms and firing fiercely, didn't react. A car rushed forward with full throttle. The No. 4 tank that came up crashed through the wall with a roar and poked out its ferocious barrel.

"The Russian heavy tank! Directly ahead, penetrate his side!"

As soon as he broke through the wall, he saw a huge heavy tank with all its vulnerable sides exposed in front of him. The German tank commander, who was only fifty meters away from Malashenko, reacted quickly and immediately began to command the gunner to turn the turret.

The German Panzer IV tank crew that was the first to break through the wall and rush into the train station was obviously a veteran crew. The driver, without the command of the tank commander, locked the controls in his hand and pushed hard almost at the same time as the gunner started to turn the steering wheel. The rod immediately turns the vehicle body to accelerate the aiming efficiency of the main gun.

The muzzle pointing of the No. 4 tank, supported by the double steering of the turret and vehicle body, turned rapidly. The slender 75mm main gun with a caliber of 43 times was aimed at Malashenko's vehicle at an alarming speed.

Lavrinenko, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, was so shocked that he couldn't even speak for a moment. Malashenko, who was holding Deshka and leaning his upper body out of the turret, and fired with full firepower, also noticed something strange. But when Malashenko turned around and looked at the No. 4 tank that had broken through the wall and turned around in the turret, it was too late.

The IS1 prototype, which is far bulkier than the Panzer IV, is simply not strong enough to complete the turret turn before the Panzer IV in a backward situation. As for escaping from such a close distance, it is even more impossible.

Malashenko, who felt as if time had stopped, turned his head and stared at the German Panzer IV tank in front of him, which he usually didn't pay attention to at all. For a moment, Malashenko even felt that he was The wonderful journey through time may come to an end here.

But just as everything Malashenko has experienced so far is full of legend and impossibility, his life is far from coming to an end.

Accompanied by a roaring roar of a diesel engine that was unexpected by everyone present, a KV1 heavy tank whose turret was not pointed at the front of the vehicle but still at full power suddenly rushed over, as if breaking into a china shop. Like a crazed bull inside, he crashed into the side armor of the Panzer IV tank which had not fully aimed its main gun.

Boom——

The violent and dull armor collision sound was so violent that a string of dazzling sparks burst out on the spot. The KV1 heavy tank, which was much larger than the Panzer IV tank, stopped instantly after the collision and collapsed on the spot.

The German Panzer IV tank that was originally targeting Malashenko's car was even more unlucky.

The sudden and unexpected collision caught the entire German military crew by surprise. One can imagine how it would feel to be hit head-on by an armored behemoth weighing nearly fifty tons.

The entire right track of the vehicle body was thrown out and broken into two parts in the strong car accident. The right guide wheel and two road wheels flew out like toy parts that had been dismantled by a child.

The whole tank shook violently like a baby carriage, knocking the German armored soldiers inside the vehicle to pieces on the spot. The world was turned upside down. The No. 4 tank, which was paralyzed in place after completely losing its combat effectiveness, soon started to move.

The German commander with a fresh blood stain on the corner of his mouth was the first to push open the top cover of his turret. Two trembling arms that seemed to be swinging were the first to reach out and hold the sides of the turret. It was extremely difficult to exert force. Under such circumstances, he tried to crawl his heavy body out of the turret and quickly abandoned the vehicle to escape.

But before the German commander could fully reveal his upper body, a barrage of flames hit his face and instantly smashed his groggy head to pieces as soon as his nerves reacted. His whole head was like smashing a rotten watermelon. The opened body immediately collapsed and fell back into the tank.

Holding the Bobosha submachine gun with smoke curling from the muzzle tightly in his hand, the Soviet commander, who was also shaken out of internal injuries in the violent impact just now, immediately collapsed weakly and lay directly on the turret, gasping for air.

Malashenko, who witnessed the scene in front of him from an incredible perspective, was somewhat lost on the spot.

When the turret had no time to complete the steering, he commanded his vehicle to open the accelerator and hit the German tank to pieces. The Soviet commander was none other than the former commander of Malashenko's No. 177 vehicle crew. Nikolai the radio operator.

Seeing Nikolai, who was already breathing more and less, with blood pouring from the corner of his mouth, lying on the turret almost motionless, Malashenko's mind went blank, but then he made a move that included Lavri. Everyone, including Nian Ke, was surprised by this unexpected move.

As if he was going crazy, Malashenko directly supported the turret dome with one hand and jumped off his car. He spread his arms and ran straight away with a speed that Lavrinenko had never seen before. He ran towards Nikolai's car, which was only fifty meters away.

Malashenko, who was running wildly with his bare hands, didn't even bring a long gun for self-defense. Lavrinenko, who was watching this crazy scene from the turret of his car, gritted his teeth and picked up the weapon with his right hand. The Bobosha submachine gun hanging next to his seat in the turret, using almost the same movement as Malashenko, jumped off the turret and ran after him.

"Asshole! Are these two crazy!?"

Commissar Petrov, who was staying in the waiting hall and witnessed this scene with his telescope, clenched his fists.

He has always known that Lavrinenko and Malashenko, who are classmates, have similar personalities and are even quite similar in behavior and command style.

But Political Commissar Petrov never expected that the two regimental commanders, one and the other, would actually leave their posts without authorization at the most critical moment when artillery fire was flying, just for the sake of such a person. Seriously injured comrades who have no effect at the macro-tactical level!

Political Commissar Petrov, who also came from a similar situation, can understand Malashenko's current state of mind, and knows how Malashenko would feel after witnessing such a scene with his own eyes. But when something like this happened at such a critical time, Commissar Petrov, who clenched his fists, couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

"Damn young man!"