Chapter 697 Catching Big Fish

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Colonel Weeks, whose face was so dark that it was almost dripping with water, swore that he had never wanted to kill someone so much to vent his anger.

Not to mention being kicked in the butt by the Russians and driven away in despair, there is currently no effective way to contact his troops.

If the young adjutant Det hadn't done his job and fulfilled his duties, the angry Colonel Weeks would really want to kick this young adjutant who had just been assigned to him for less than two months! This guy has never told me any good news since he came to me. As long as he opens his mouth, there is an 80% chance that it will be bad news or nonsense!

Colonel Weeks, with a sullen face, was full of evil and had nowhere to vent his anger, but he also knew that now was not the time.

After listening to the fierce exchange of fire that was still coming from behind, he glanced at the pile of broken bricks and tiles in front of him that had been blown up by the air force into a pile of rubble, with smoke and fire rising from behind.

Colonel Weeks, who had no choice but to go south or north, immediately decided to leave this ghost place and hide outside the station first.

"Assemble the troops, let's move to the west, and first avoid this wave of Russians from the north!"

"Okay, let's do it."

Adjutant Det, who was frightened by Colonel Weeks' gloomy expression, was about to rush forward to carry out the order. Unexpectedly, a three-meter-high pile of ruins and rubble not far to the north suddenly began to shake violently like an earthquake.

His attention was attracted by the violently shaking piles of rubble. Det, who had originally planned to carry out the order, couldn't help but stopped and stood there blankly, staring at the place with a pair of big round eyes. A trembling pile of ruins and rubble, not knowing what will happen in the next second.

After the moment when time seemed to stop, something terrible happened that was unexpected and even shocking to everyone present.

A dark steel figure turned on the power and accelerator and rushed towards the rubble pile of ruins that was difficult to break away. It soared directly from the slope of the ruins at the fastest speed. The 29-ton steel figure appeared with wide eyes. The shocked Det looked more terrifying than a monster.

The T34 medium tank, which pressed the accelerator to the bottom, soared directly into the air from the rubble slope of more than three meters. When it landed, there was a dull and loud sound, followed by the intense friction of the steel tracks on the concrete ground, and the intense sparks that erupted were incomparable. Dazzling.

The T34 medium tank suffered such a heavy fall, but its tracks were not broken and the entire vehicle was intact! The roaring roar of the diesel engine was like the roar from hell, and it continued to charge at full speed towards the bewildered German army without losing power.

"Russian tanks! Take cover! Take cover quickly!"

The German guards, who did not have any suitable anti-tank weapons in their hands, seemed even more at a loss after finding a bunker on the spot. However, this T34 medium tank that shocked everyone present was just a small role in the first appearance, which made everyone feel unprecedented. An even more terrifying scene of horror followed quietly once again.

The smaller piles of ruins were directly knocked away in the most brutal way to make way for the passage amidst the roar of steel, while the larger ruins were bombarded more violently with direct aim and fire from the main gun, sending debris flying all over the sky.

What the German soldiers, bathed in the rain of bricks and debris, saw immediately was a large group of ferocious Soviet tanks that seemed to have crawled up from hell into the living world.

"Iushkin, keep the coaxial machine gun fire suppressive! Kirill, prepare high-explosive bombs! Seryosha, take us forward to join our comrades!"

Before Malashenko could even finish his command, Iushkin, who kept the coaxial machine gun firing to suppress the strafing, suddenly heard a rather unexpected sound.

"Comrade Commander! Directly ahead at twelve o'clock, you'd better take a look for yourself. I think something is wrong!"

"Something's wrong?"

He mistakenly thought that Iushkin had made some surprising discovery or that the German infantry in front of him had done something unexpected.

Malashenko quickly shifted his gaze back to the commander's periscope, and then saw a scene that made him unable to react for a while.

"Is this a German official?"

Colonel Weeks, who has a strong desire to survive, does not want to die here so meaninglessly or become a prisoner of the Russians. He still has many ideals to fulfill. In the future, he can even become a general of the Wehrmacht to achieve his ultimate goal, and Weeks, who is already a colonel, believes that he can accomplish this goal quickly with his own ability and performance.

If he really died under the gunfire of the Russians or became a prisoner in such an unexplained way, such a cruel and bloody plot would be a bit unacceptable. Colonel Weeks would never tolerate such a situation happening to him.

"Det! Quick, get me out of here! We can't let these damn dirty Russians catch me!"

Colonel Weeks, who was born into a noble family, told the truth when he was panicking.

Not only did he look down on those Soviet Red Army soldiers who were mostly poor farmers, country bumpkins or working-class hard laborers, he also looked down upon the young adjutant Det next to him who came from the Munich countryside.

Dete lacked education, spoke and acted without any trace of elegance, and his whole body was filled with the sour smell of the sweat of his parents who worked in the factory. Even attending a military academy could not change his bad nature. The son of a worker would always be a The soldiers at the bottom.

The arrogant Colonel Weeks still thinks so even now. In his eyes, the young adjutant Det is just a tool that allows him to escape.

The conscientious Det didn't know how the commander he wanted to protect first looked at and cursed him.

The young adjutant, who had joined the army for just over a year, completed what he was supposed to do. He used his strong body of 1.86 meters tall as a cover to cover Colonel Weeks, who was only 1.7 meters tall. Under the cover, he lowered his body to protect his commander and ran quickly towards the west of the train station.

The more Det and the surrounding German soldiers in the guard units tried their best to protect Colonel Weeks, the more Malashenko, who kept his commander's periscope pointed in the target direction, became more convinced of his judgment.

The big fish protected by the crowd in front of him was undoubtedly a high-ranking German official.

With a distance of less than 200 meters, if Malashenko really let this group of people run away on two legs, there would be no need to mess around. As soon as he took off his military uniform and handed in his medals, he would go directly to the Siberian labor camp to report digging potatoes.

Malashenko, who vowed to catch this big fish, made his decision almost instantly. He raised his right hand slightly and then patted Iushkin's shoulder with his back to him.