Chapter 78 Looking at each other

Squeak——

When his hands exerted force to almost force the turret roof open, the harsh mechanical friction sound accompanied by a ray of sunlight shone into the car. Malashenko, who looked around, didn't even have time to let go of his hands, and saw at a glance the flesh and blood on the seat. Iushkin was blurry but still barely opened his eyes.

"I thought everyone had forgotten me here, Comrade Captain."

"Damn it, Iushkin, what nonsense are you talking about, you little idiot? Wait, I will rescue you right now!"

Seeing Iushkin leaning back in his seat, Malashenko, who spoke weakly but was still alive, was naturally surprised and happy. Without thinking too much, he immediately jumped into the narrow turret. The inner space of the turret, which was only enough for two people, became even more cramped after Malashenko arrived.

"Hold on, Comrade Iushkin. Kirill! Catch him, I'll pick him up right now!"

With the help of the sunlight shining in from outside the turret, he could barely see clearly Second Lieutenant Iushkin's right arm and thigh, which were filled with several shells and armor fragments. Malashenko, who was eager to save people, did not care about the blood flow at the moment. The bloodstains all over his body were caused by this, and he immediately carefully picked up Second Lieutenant Iushkin and carried him to the arms of Kirill who was waiting on the turret for help.

The two of them worked together to get Second Lieutenant Iushkin out of the turret, who had been seriously injured and lost the ability to move. They saw that Kirill had firmly caught the horse behind Second Lieutenant Iushkin. Rashenko then turned back to look at the situation of the other three people in the car. However, the sight of the headless corpse and the two dead members of the car clearly did not require any further rescue work.

"Bah! These damn fascists!"

After realizing that all three of his comrades had been sacrificed, Malashenko immediately took out their respective identification tags from the three men and took them away to show their sacrifice.

Unlike the U.S. military during World War II, which used metal identification tags. Due to various considerations such as the number of soldiers and manufacturing costs, the Soviet identification tag during World War II was a small piece of paper contained in a small wooden capsule. The capsule holds the name, age, unit affiliation and some personal information of the Soviet soldiers.

This kind of wooden capsule is not only difficult to preserve compared to metal identification tags, but also among the Soviet front-line troops who generally had low levels of education at that time, quite a few grassroots soldiers were unwilling to leave themselves on this note. Personal information or name. He believed that writing his name on this note would "speed up" his death on the battlefield, just like sending an invitation to the God of Death.

Although Malashenko does not know whether these three small wooden capsules contain the personal information of the three sacrificed crew members, it is obvious that some things are important enough to ignore the results but are worth doing. , just like Malashenko came to rescue Second Lieutenant Iushkin regardless of the risk of his life and being surrounded by German troops.

Putting these three small wooden capsules into his jacket pocket and keeping them, Malashenko, holding the Popod submachine gun in his hand, climbed out of the turret again and joined the waiting Kirill, using a left Lieutenant Iushkin, who was incapacitated, was holding up the right posture. Just as he was preparing to carefully jump off the turret, a scene he looked up from the corner of his eye inadvertently captured Marashin's frame like a camera. Kona's steps have not yet begun.

"Comrade Commander, what happened?"

Seeing that Malashenko seemed to have lost his mind and turned a deaf ear to his own questions, Kirill, who was feeling strange, immediately looked in the direction where Malashenko stopped to look.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. After a quick glance, Kirill saw the wreckage of the German Panzer III tank less than a hundred meters away from his current position. Standing on it were several people who were also rescuing him. SS Panzer with wounded comrade in tank.

Under Malashenko's pause and gaze, he also felt the very strange look in his eyes and raised his head to look around. Together with the gunner Klink, Heizenauer was holding up Heizenauer, whose lower body was almost beaten to a bloody pulp. Wittmann, who had time to step down from the turret, then looked at each other from afar with Malashenko, who was on the opposite side, across a distance of less than a hundred meters.

Heizenauer, who was also conscious, followed Wittmann's eyes within a few seconds and saw Malashenko and his party who were so close to him. This man was seriously injured and may even be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. The SS lieutenant who had been on the scene was naturally furious. He even had to free his hands to grab the MP40 submachine gun hanging around Wittmann's neck in an attempt to preemptively kill the Soviet soldiers.

Seeing Heizenauer, who had lost his mind, make such a crazy move, it was naturally impossible for Wittmann, who was still sane, to let Heizenauer, who had been carried away by anger, do such a stupid thing that lacked IQ. He immediately used his right arm to take off the MP40 submachine gun hanging from his neck, rejected Heizenauer and held it in his own hand.

"Damn it, Sergeant Michel! I order you to shoot and kill those bastard Soviets! This is an order, it's an order, do you understand!?"

Listening to Heizenauer's crazy words that were almost barking, he pretended to turn a deaf ear. Wittmann, who knew exactly what to do in the current situation, immediately responded calmly.

"Lieutenant Heizenauer, in view of your injury, you have lost the ability and judgment to continue to command, so I will now exercise command authority on your behalf! Please cooperate with my work and just be supported. "

"You! Michelle, you bastard! I will sue you when I go back! I will sue you for your disobedience and inaction! Just wait for me, you guy"

As far as he could see, he saw the SS armored soldiers on the wreckage of tanks on the opposite side getting into a quarrel. Kirill, who was a little confused, immediately asked Malashenko beside him.

"Comrade Commander, why are they quarreling? And why don't they attack us? I don't understand."

Listening to Kirill's words ringing in his ears, Malashenko, who had reached the final conclusion in a few seconds, immediately spoke.

"We received an order to retreat, so naturally we would not fire first in order to escape as soon as possible. The Germans on the opposite side also suffered heavy casualties, and they did not want to continue to actively provoke us until there were reinforcements."

"The SS officer who was rescued from the wreckage was obviously the leader. I guess this guy should be the kind of tough guy who wants to continue to fight with us. This can be seen from the way this group of SS commanded the attack before. Come out this is a radical guy."

"It's just that there are obviously smart people among the few SS armored soldiers who rescued this guy, and they know that not taking the initiative to open fire at the moment is the best result. Ha, what a smart bastard."