Chapter 808 The Redeemer of the Abyss

Ula——

When the roar of mountains and tsunami sounded, the German infantry who were about to collapse to the last edge finally realized a big problem.

Although this Russian heavy tank is courageous, it is by no means stupid enough to fight alone. The large group of Russian infantry following behind it is the best proof.

"Damn it! Fire, fire quickly to stop them! Don't mess around, stop!"

When human beings face indescribable fear that they cannot overcome, their bodies will always retreat uncontrollably.

This is based on the survival instinct inherited from tens of millions of years of human evolutionary history. Idiot creatures who do not know how to escape and can only force themselves in the face of indescribable fear have long been transformed by the nature of survival of the fittest into part of the genes of the strong. In a state of annihilation of self-awareness, it continued to remain in the strong man's DNA fragments, and finally condensed into a creature named human after defeating everything.

The four iron-clad characters of "Military orders are like mountains" are enough to make humans overcome their fear and violate the rules and order of nature. Unfortunately, this highly obedient order that only humans have evolved cannot be used and believed in every time. People bring victory, especially when the opposite group of similar people has more invincible courage.

"Load high-explosive rounds, aim!"

"Good high-explosive bombs!"

"Fire!"

boom--

The fear of being conquered by the KV220 heavy tank should not exist in this time and space that passes according to the normal historical trajectory.

But because of Malashenko's existence, the German infantrymen who had reached the end of their eighth life were forced to endure this kind of pain that they should not have to endure in Stalingrad in 1942.

The powerful 85mm high-explosive grenade can instantly kill all unprotected soft targets within a radius of twenty meters with just one shot!

Human body fragments dismembered by violent explosions turned into bloody winds and scattered in the air full of war smoke.

There were either semi-piercing bullet holes or large scratch marks left by armor-piercing bullets ricocheting all over its body. This terrifying heavy tank, which killed nearly ten unlucky Germans in one shot, was still moving forward at full power.

To the frightened German soldiers, everything looked like Hercules who had just returned from the twelve trials, holding the hell dog Cerberus in his hand and striding towards them with scars all over his body. It usually scares the soul away when it rushes in!

"Retreat! Retreat quickly! We have no anti-tank weapons. This is simply suicide!"

"The Russian infantry is coming! Retreat, run!"

"Stop, no retreat! Hold the line, everyone stop!"

The people in front shouted loudly about the ferocity and terror of the Russian heavy tanks and turned around and ran away. The unidentified and hesitant people in the middle were infected by the fast-spreading fear plague and retreated together, while those waving their guns finally A few people tried to prevent this from happening and shouted loudly.

It's a pity that the victorious scales no longer belonged to the invader army fighting for the head of state from the moment the broken wall was knocked open and a huge gap collapsed.

Failure, after all, inevitably hit the German army accurately on the head.

Looking at the group of German infantrymen in front of them who were still high-spirited just now and were planning to continue to advance, they were now running away. I only regretted that my own mother had given me two legs for not being able to run fast enough. Just a minute ago, I thought that I Malashenko, who will hand over more than 100 kilograms here, can't help but look confused and messy in the wind.

"Holy shit! What the hell is going on here? Shouldn't all the troops withdraw? How dare a fool like Lavry bring people back to kill him? Is this a bitch trying to kill himself!?"

I don’t know since when, Malashenko’s way of thinking about things began to change from the original priority of saving lives to gradually giving priority to his role as a military commander and head of the Guards Tank Regiment.

When he saw Lavrinenko's unique and battle-scarred KV220 heavy tank, Malashenko's first reaction was not that Lavrinenko brought people back to save him and was so moved that he burst into tears. As a qualified group leader, he directly labeled this kind of behavior that was detrimental to the overall situation as "Er Lengzi" and "Don't risk your life."

Of course, Malashenko, who had second thoughts, was also very grateful that someone could save his life. The strong instinct for survival from the deepest part of his soul was still burning and had not been completely extinguished.

Lavrinenko, who only repelled the German army and did not order to continue the pursuit, opened the turret cover above his head and leaned out his upper body as the car slowly stopped. He had already brought his crew members with him. Malashenko came into view immediately after climbing over the rubble barrier and running over quickly.

"Someone reported to me that you were fighting in this direction but had yet to withdraw. I rushed over immediately after receiving the news. Is it still timely? Comrade Commander."

Malashenko really didn't expect that Lavrinenko, a careless guy, would still be in the mood to joke with him at this time. Malashenko, who did not feel that Lavrinenko was caused by his own influence, smiled instead of being angry and responded in a joking tone.

"Yes, it came just in time, as you always do, don't you?"

After looking at each other, they can naturally understand what the other person wants to express.

Lavrinenko, who grinned slightly, knew that there was no time to waste anymore, so he pointed at the infantrymen surrounding his tank and asked Malashenko.

"Should I hand over the tank to you, or should you follow our infantry comrades, give us the order."

"Give me your car?"

Malashenko, who had no intention of occupying the magpie's nest, smiled and shook his head. He held the Somi submachine gun in front of him and patted the barrel of the gun at Lavrinenko, who was half-exposed outside the turret. .

"Look, I have this now. Finnish blondes are amazing, no worse than those German guys."

"It's better to keep that broken car of yours. Be careful not to get penetrated. The armor is almost the same as a hornet's nest."

The KV220 heavy tank with its turret roof re-closed acted as a pioneer, leading a company of infantry beside it and began to advance in the direction of the friendly forces.

Lavrinenko, who did not choose to return the way he came, took a shortcut blocked by ruins and outflanked it, successfully avoiding the large German troops attacking along the main road, while those who were busy eating the big cake The German army seemed not to notice this small Soviet unit that slipped through the cracks of their hands.

The choice of fate once again favored Malashenko, who almost fell into the abyss of eternal damnation.