Chapter 776 Meyer’s French Sausage

"Gan! I was so scared that I almost made two drops of urine!"

The huge shock along the ground shook everything in the hospital ward. Malashenko, who had just returned from using the toilet in a hospital gown, held his hand on the wall and almost fell to the ground.

The military kettle on the bedside table of the hospital bed fell to the ground with a clang. The unfinished half of the bottle of water that I had received last night immediately flowed to the floor, as if the whole world was constantly shaking, even for those who had endured this situation for a long time. It is also rare for Malashenko on the battlefield.

"Damn, these stupid Germans are definitely throwing big sweet potatoes again! I'll fuck their eight generations of ancestors!"

Big Sweet Potato, this is the nickname given by Malashenko to the one-ton aircraft bomb specially designed by the Luftwaffe for demolishing buildings.

Within the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, everyone is accustomed to calling this thing "Meyer's French Sausage." It is said that the regiment leader accidentally said it when he was chatting with the political commissar. new words.

After calling it for a long time, I forgot what the one-ton heavy aerial bomb of the Luftwaffe was originally called, and simply took "Meyer's French Sausage" as its real name.

Malashenko, who was swaying at this moment, guessed correctly. Over the industrial area in the northern part of Stalingrad where he was located, dozens of German Stuka dive bombers that had just arrived for bombing were desperately trying to attack him. Tossing "Meyer's French Sausage".

Just one of these one-ton sweet potatoes can instantly level an entire five-story building. Both the amount of charge and the actual destructive power are far beyond what the army's heavy artillery can match. Even when the battleship's main gun fires High-explosive projectiles are also dwarfed by them.

The description of "destroying heaven and earth" is very appropriate for a heavy aerial bomb with a charge coefficient of up to 50%.

Malashenko, who had no time to change clothes and tidy up, turned around, grabbed the door handle, pulled it open and ran out immediately. Karachev, who had no intention of running towards him, stepped into the ward first. The two elders The scene where they looked at each other as if time had stopped lasted less than a second.

"Comrade Commander, those Germans are attacking! We have to get out of here quickly. The sky is full of German planes! There are simply too many!"

Kalachev is a loyal patriot who grew up in a foreign country. Even though the flag flying over his motherland has long since changed, even though his family in the United States has a comfortable life, he will have no worries for the rest of his life, even though he graduated from a prestigious university and can do whatever he wants in the United States. Find an enviable, high-paying job.

But when the motherland needs him, this young man with ideals can still distinguish right from wrong and make the most correct and admirable choice. This is what Malashenko admires most about Karachev since he met him. .

To be honest, Malashenko even asked himself secretly.

If I were faced with the same choice from Kalachev's perspective, would I be able to make the same decision as Kalachev?

As for the final answer to this question, Malashenko, who had thought about it for a long time, finally gave an honest answer: I don’t know.

It is true that Kalachev has merits worthy of respect from all patriots, but after all, he is still just a graduate who has just stepped out of the ivory tower of the university.

Kalachev, who had not received any professional military training, showed the panic that a man of his status and situation should have when faced with the roaring bombs falling from the sky. In contrast, he was used to such strong winds and waves, and at most Malashenko, who just complained and cursed a few times, seemed much calmer.

"Calm down, Karachev! People are still alive! Get out of here, quickly!"

The ward where Malashenko lives is on the third floor of the hospital. It is a single-room ward specially opened for Malashenko.

As soon as he woke up and found that he was living on the third floor, Malashenko already had a premonition that the situation was not good. If those German planes came to bomb, he had designated to run half a beat slower.

But that's not all. Malashenko, who was mumbling about changing wards, has been staying on the third floor until now. Now he finally paid the price for this slow response.

Malashenko, who followed Karachev running in the corridor of the hospital one after another, saw a panic scene before the enemy attack.

Doctors and nurses were busy collecting important medicines and medical equipment and preparing to take them away for later use. The Red Army soldiers who broke into the building were racing to support their injured comrades in the hospital and leave the place quickly.

The people who fell to the ground were trying to get up, and the shouts were mixed with the cries of some female nurses who were not very mentally resilient. Various bits and pieces fell to the ground and resonated into a symphony of noise. Qu, such a chaotic scene really shocked Malashenko, who was admitted to the field hospital for the first time.

"How does this fucking look like a military field hospital? The vegetable markets in China are better than this, right? Damn it, all the aunts and uncles know how to queue up when buying groceries. Damn it!"

If the chaos was like this in normal times, Malashenko would definitely go berserk on the spot and get furious. He would give a stern reprimand to the head of the delegation for failing to pass the inspection, and would not allow the dean to write a review that could drain a pen full of water. He would immediately Rashenko swears that he writes the character horse backwards!

But now the air raid is in progress. If Malashenko delays for even one second, he may be hit on the top of the head by "Meyer's French Sausage". At this time, if he pretends to be a leader and inspects it, it will be purely boring. Seeking death.

"As much as you love me, I'll fuck you first"

The heroic Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko, leader of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, died in Stalingrad due to an air raid by the evil Fascist lackeys. He made a heroic contribution to defending the Supreme Leader Comrade Stalin and the Motherland. He is The party and the people suffered immeasurable losses

To be honest, Malashenko did not want such a piece of news to be published in tomorrow's Pravda, even if he had already gone to hell and had no chance to read the newspaper.

Malashenko, who only wanted to live a peaceful life after the war, ran all the way to the first floor with only one eye. On the way, he almost fell down several times because he was not used to the blind spots in his field of vision. Thanks to him, he ran ahead. Karachev managed to save his life with a helping hand in time and was not thrown to pieces on the spot.

Malashenko, who had the door close in front of him, saw hope, but at this critical moment, he saw a very familiar figure lying down a few meters away, with a scalpel wound deeply pierced into his calf. Blood is constantly flowing out.