Chapter 807 Who is the scumbag?

"This prototype tank was born because of me, and it is the only one in the entire Soviet Union and even the world that is a super-era product."

"You can't leave this tank in the hands of the Germans. Who knows if those Germans who can research the Black Panther based on the T34 will come up with any new tricks. I really don't want to cause any more trouble to my future self."

Seeing that the chassis of his car was in a blazing state, and the turret had been blown away to the ground over ten meters away, Malashenko's eyes felt heartbroken and had to do this. It can be said to be full of indescribable extreme complexity.

When he happily received and replaced this IS1 prototype tank, Malashenko never thought that he would say goodbye to this girl in such a self-destructive way.

It is said that the weapons in the hands of soldiers on the battlefield are like lovers. No matter how you treat your weapons during daily maintenance, the weapons will repay you with the same equivalent exchange performance.

To be honest, Malashenko asked himself whether the performance of this IS1 prototype tank was really good.

In the battles that accompanied him here and there for less than a year, this beloved car, which had been hit by at least sixty or seventy rounds of armor-piercing bullets, had only once had its armor penetrated from the side. The strong defense force that made the German army despair protected Malashenko and the entire No. 177 crew.

Over time, Malashenko felt that this tank was like the fifth member of his crew, filled with complex emotions that were almost human and difficult to let go.

Having blown her up with his own hands like this, Malashenko's mood at this moment could not be called "extremely sad", but at least it was similar.

If I had to say it, I would have a similar feeling to the otakus who played mobile games in later generations who personally disassembled and dismantled their own paper figurine wives.

Although it is a last resort, my heart is really full of mixed emotions! There is even a little regret!

Even though Malashenko, who is as clear as a mirror in his heart, is very clear that this kind of regret is at best an illusory emotion that is unnecessary and has no meaning of existence, it is still difficult to restrain this emotion from rushing up in a more ferocious manner. heart.

"She did a good job, and of course you did the right thing too! Comrade Commander!"

"We'll mourn and remember her, and then put the blame on those Krauts, but now we have to go."

It was Iushkin's rare turn to step forward and take the initiative to comfort Malashenko. Malashenko, who just stood there and watched for a few seconds, quickly turned and left, leaving the burning steel wreckage empty. The sounds of firefights getting closer and closer echoed in the sky.

The process of evacuating on foot was not easy. Malashenko, who had just run out of the ruins of the factory, soon discovered that the situation he was in was quite bad.

"Go forward! Follow us, the Russians are in front! Hurry!"

"Conceal! Conceal! Russian tanks, be careful!"

boom--

"ah!!!"

"Damn it, tanks! Where are our tanks? Kill the Russian tanks quickly!"

Malashenko, who was marching close to the ruins, tragically found himself behind a German offensive unit! And this group of German troops were trying to attack and eliminate the target, which was a coordinated infantry and tank battle group composed of several T34 medium tanks and a group of Red Army soldiers. It was a full two hundred meters away from where they were at the moment!

"Damn it! What a hell, how did these German guys attack so fast!? What kind of shit did they rush to attend the funeral of his own mother?"

In order to rendezvous with the group of friendly troops two hundred meters away from him, Malashenko had to find a way to bypass the group of chrysanthemums in front of him, which was aimed at him and was still ignorant of the existence of the four members of his party.

If the tanks were still there, everything would be easy. This group of German infantrymen, who did not even have heavy weapons and only carried two or three machine guns, could open up a path of blood and crush everything with just one foot of the accelerator. Anyone who dares to stand in the way.

But now the No. 177 crew without tanks is just a group of infantry armed with self-defense weapons!

Malashenko couldn't even think about a bullshit matchup like 4VS100. Even if the German guys on the opposite side were all French-Germans, they could bury four of his brothers on the spot!

But it is also very difficult to find a way to get around these German soldiers without firing. If a hundred or so pairs of eyes look back casually, they can instantly see four sneaky beasts. With the figure of the big man, any fool can guess what will happen next.

"Fuck you, what are you going to do now? This isn't modern war. Damn it, let alone satellite communication. There's not even a walkie-talkie! You can't even call for help. Damn it!"

Malashenko, who was anxious and angry, was really at his wits end now.

Not only were they surrounded by ruins destroyed by air raids, but the only escape route available was blocked by the group of Germans in front of them who were facing their butts.

This is the first time that Malashenko has felt that the sky is not responding and the earth and the earth are not working.

No matter how difficult it was in the past, he could always think of a solution in a hurry, but now that he has no tanks and is acting as an infantryman he knows nothing about, Malashenko can only stare and get angry.

Malashenko glanced at the good brothers next to him, but all had the same dumbfounded expression. For a moment, Malashenko even felt that his vision went dark. He always felt that he was probably going to confess to being in this tractor factory this time. .

To save the day from danger in the past, Malashenko relied on himself in most cases.

But this time, it was destined to be his closest comrade-in-arms who saved Malashenko's life, the deputy regimental commander who would rather risk being surrounded by the Germans to save his life-and-death brother alive.

The German infantry, which was temporarily suppressed by the few T34s and Soviet infantry not far ahead, would not have thought of it.

At a time when the offensive situation was excellent, there was actually a Russian heavy tank that didn't know how to survive or die. It opened up the accelerator and crashed into the broken wall next to them, bringing death to them in a terrible way that no one could have dreamed of. The oppressive feeling of Tarzan hit their heads.

boom--

Kakakaka——

The dull sound of the brick wall collapsing instantly and the sharp grinding sound of the steel tracks echoed in the ears.

The German infantrymen who were only a few meters away were so frightened that they almost peed their pants. They were almost riding on their faces and roared at the Russian heavy tank. It was as terrifying as a tank that had just fallen asleep. Wake's rage is as unstoppable as a prehistoric beast.

Several German infantrymen who were slow to react were crushed into pieces before they could even struggle to get up. What was even worse was the gap in the wall where the Russian heavy tank crashed into. Afterwards, a burst of the most terrifying roar in the world, which is enough to make people's hair stand on end, is heard in the ears, enough to shock the soul.

Ula——