Chapter 944 Comrade Brigade Commander’s most beloved son

The turning of the turret takes time, not to mention that the Soviet army as the attacker is still in the open, and the defending German army is in the dark.

No matter how awesome Iushkin's reaction speed was and how fast his movements were, when the turret had just turned halfway, a screaming tungsten-core armor-piercing bullet came straight at the Malashenko seat. There was a heart-wrenching loud noise from the car's turret.

Zila——

Boom——

"Damn it! My teeth are about to fall out!"

What would it be like if someone forced your head against a blackboard and then used a fingernail next to your ear that hasn't been cut in ten years to scratch the blackboard rapidly and repeatedly?

Iushkin didn't expect this, so naturally he couldn't give an answer.

But as a time traveler in later generations, Malashenko can pat his chest and guarantee that this feeling is really more painful than being kicked in the balls, even though Malashenko has never been kicked in his past life. Over the balls.

The sub-caliber tungsten core armor-piercing projectile fired from the 50mm anti-tank gun was not capped and had poor deflection effect. The sleek IS1 heavy tank turret ricocheted it straight away without mercy, leaving only a scratch and a silvery trail. It’s not uncommon to see tracer tungsten-core armor-piercing projectiles soaring into the sky.

"God! What kind of monster is that? We are already close to two hundred meters. Isn't that enough?"

"Reload, reload! Reload quickly! Another shot!"

"Aimed!"

"open"

boom--

The muzzle fire was not the German anti-tank gun, but Iushkin's side who quickly swung the steering gear into position with a dislocated shoulder and a brute force. x ̸͍̘̳͂͊̂̊̀͊̕͘.̷̹̦̆̆c̶͙͈͚̽̄̈̎̒͜ó̶̧̧̝̳̠͇͕̺̲̹̔̈́ ́՝͝m̷̗͓̽̂̌̋̌̌

Relying on his remaining memory of the layout of the street buildings, he could roughly guess where the German troops were.

Iushkin, who did have some luck in it, relied on his own skills to perform exceptionally. After cranking the steering machine into place, what came into view was the black muzzle of the German anti-tank gun, and at the same time, the height of the main gun was fine-tuned. The machine no longer needs to adjust the vertical direction of the muzzle.

The 85mm full-caliber high-explosive grenade that had been ready for use in the gun barrel went directly into the lobby on the first floor without any suspense.

When the wall collapsed and the house collapsed, masonry debris flew everywhere, and along with the gun body fragments and parts flying everywhere, it was like a cloud of dust.

"Well done! The Germans are off to meet their Kaiser, next! Loading high-explosive bombs!"

The German anti-tank gun that was sent into the sky after just one shot said goodbye to the world. The remaining German infantrymen kept firing at the enemy in front of them with their weapons in their hands. Captain Varosha, who had already reacted to the sneak attack, leaned against the back of Malashenko's car and loudly gave orders to the Red Army soldiers surrounding him.

"Don't leave the tank bunker! Put the gun on the tank and shoot! Don't be stingy with the firepower of the machine gun, push the Germans down!"

After the last time he stuck his head out of the car and was almost shot in the head by a German sniper, Malashenko, who was almost lucky enough to save his life, finally understood that it was better to stick his head out of the car during street fighting. Going out to operate the commander's machine gun is almost like seeking death, but then the machine gun mounted on the top of the tank's head becomes a completely useless decoration.

He took advantage of the time when his commander's machine gun was blown away by a German armor-piercing bullet and the bracket was broken.

The ingenious Malashenko approached Karamov, his chief internal officer, and suggested that he weld a machine gun mount to the end of the turret of his vehicle, and place the machine gun originally operated by the commander in this rear position. At first, it was This confused Karamov.

"What do you think? If you install the machine gun in this position, will you run outside the turret to operate it during the battle? Although our brigade is the elite of the Guards, the Deshka heavy machine gun is very precious, and ordinary The infantrymen cherish this weapon, and we should at least put it to good use."

Karamov, who held a big wrench in his hand and pointed at the tank to Malashenko to explain the situation, was plausible, but Malashenko, who was convinced that his idea was not wrong, seemed even more reasonable.

"If you are asked to pretend, just pretend! Am I the brigade commander or are you the brigade commander!? If you think you are better than me, I will write a report to the superior, and we will switch. You will be the brigade commander, and I will repair the car for you. what do you think?"

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Malashenko is generally very reasonable, but this is limited to general situations. It is true that Malashenko is unreasonable under general circumstances. For example, Karamov experienced it personally once in an extremely rare case.

"Just pretend, why are you so fierce? I didn't steal your cigarettes."

"Move quickly, don't dawdle!"

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"You idiots, what are you standing there looking at!? Come here and help me install the machine gun on Comrade Brigade Commander's tank!"

There is a word in later generations that describes the changes in people's mentality extremely accurately and accurately. This word is called "expansion".

Yes, Malashenko did find that Karamov was a little inflated, so he deliberately pretended to be unreasonable and took the opportunity to hit him.

Since the establishment of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, Karamov, who has followed Malashenko from the 1st Independent Heavy Tank Breakthrough Battalion to the present day, is indeed a bit embarrassed when facing the new-faced comrades in the brigade. Inflated, he always regarded himself as the old man who was the confidant of the brigade commander. Occasionally, he would deliberately make things difficult for others on trivial matters such as logistics and vehicle repairs, and show off his power as a prank.

Especially after Malashenko personally drafted the list and submitted Karamov's application for promotion to major to the front army headquarters, and was quickly approved, Karamov, who was in high spirits during happy events, became even more excited, and even It affected the grassroots commanders and soldiers of the field maintenance battalion under him.

At first Malashenko didn't know about this, but as more and more crews and ordinary soldiers became frustrated and hit the wall by Karamov and his gang of nostrils, .

Malashenko, who was with the soldiers almost all the time, and often even ate together leaning against the tank, soon heard the widely circulated rumors.

It can be heard that Karamov and his field maintenance battalion have a somewhat poor reputation, although the tanks sent for maintenance and repair are indeed very good at their work, and they are all very good, just like brand new from the factory. The same thing happened, but the news that this person was really not that good spread quickly throughout the entire brigade like wildfire.

Malashenko, who initially wanted to protect his calf and thought Karamov was the victim of Feng Ping, learned the truth after a little investigation. This made Malashenko, who had just set up a new unit and was eager to rely on his reputation and past achievements, Malashenko, who united the troops and enhanced cohesion, was very angry.

"Karamov, this little bastard! He has been with me for more than a year and he has ruined my reputation! Fortunately, he still brags in front of others that he is an old man who has been with me for more than a year! I have to deal with him this time, so I will have him operated on Establish your authority!”

Political Commissar Petrov, who was grinding the teacup with sugar cubes in his hand while holding the lid of the teacup, his face covered by the heat of the tea, smiled slyly at Malashenko, who was "furious" in the brigade tent in front of him.

"Are you willing to operate on Karamov?"

Malashenko was a little embarrassed. After he realized what he was doing, he immediately asked a question.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean there is a reason why Karamov dares to brag in front of others. He is a very smart little mechanical genius, with an IQ even higher than yours. Just look at the tanks he has repaired with his own hands. You probably don't know What did the soldiers say about Karamov? They nicknamed him "Comrade Commander's most beloved son." Do you understand what I mean? "

After hearing these words, Malashenko's face suddenly darkened, and a strong sense of grievance suddenly surged into his heart.

"Fuck you, what kind of evil nickname is this! Gan!"