Chapter 962 Belated reinforcements

"Commander Paulus!?"

Malashenko was stunned when he suddenly heard this, and his mind immediately realized that the scene in front of him was because Paulus, the old bastard, suddenly had his brain opened up? Are you no longer planning to fight to the death with yourself?

In just a short moment, Malashenko narrowed his eyes as countless possibilities flashed through his mind. In any case, Paulus, this old bastard, was the ultimate goal of his trip. When the other party had already made a request, he had no choice. No matter how much the reasons are hidden, the winner should have the arrogant attitude of a winner.

"Take your people over first, Captain Varosha, and keep these Germans at close range and search them. Do you understand what I mean?"

You must not have the intention of harming others, and you must not have the intention of guarding against others.

Malashenko, who seems to be acting boldly, is still very vigilant and does not dare to take it lightly.

Before confirming that these unconventional German soldiers were safe and harmless, and that there were really no insidious tricks prepared secretly, Malashenko decided to stay in a wait-and-see attitude among the crowd and not reveal his true identity.

Anyway, he was currently wearing a very ordinary tank soldier's combat uniform and a winter cotton-padded jacket. On his head was an ordinary black leather tank cap instead of the large-brimmed military cap worn by officers.

As long as you stop shouting, your target will never be exposed even after the crowd disperses. Although this may seem a bit cowardly, it is better than accidentally losing your life while pretending to be a hero or a good guy.

"Understood, Comrade Malashenko, I will go and lead people to tie up and search these Germans!"

Captain Varosha, who had a brief exchange of glances with Malashenko, understood the leader's glances very well.

But before Captain Varosha could take the order and leave, he waved his hand and gave orders to the surrounding soldiers. A sudden explosion of firefights suddenly came from the opposite street intersection, interrupting the action.

Da da da da——

Boom——Boom——

"Sound of firefight! Over there on the street!"

The sound of gunfire mixed with sudden explosions was so crackling that it was not only Malashenko who jumped up instantly like a cat whose tail was stepped on, but also the group on the opposite side who had already dropped their hands. The quasi-captive German prisoners who had surrendered their weapons and raised their hands actually began to become restless and showed signs of wanting to repent on the spot.

Da da da da da——

"Uhhh!!!"

"Everyone, stop moving!"

"Stay away from the gun on the ground, Fasis!"

Although they were startled by the sudden fierce exchange of fire, the Red Army soldiers, whose weapons were all pointed at the enemy without exception, were still at least wary.

Several cowardly German soldiers who obviously wanted to reach out and pick up their weapons were instantly swept to the ground by the bullets coming towards them. They fell to the ground with a scream and became dead bodies on the spot.

The violent firing of the Bobosha submachine gun from almost face-to-face distance is like a sharp knife cutting through a tangle, and the firepower can be said to be as ferocious as harvesting wheat. Even a few unlucky German soldiers who had no desire to pick up weapons were hit by a flurry of bullets and fell to the ground.

Of course, it is impossible for anyone to uphold justice for them in this situation. The only fault is that their cowardly and lawless deceitful comrades are not willing to let it go.

"Comrade Malashenko! It's too dangerous here! Let me take command! You hurry back to the tank, all of us can't do without your command! Hurry up!"

Captain Varosha jumped to his feet in a hurry and hurriedly tried to persuade Malashenko beside him, fearing that something bad would happen to Malashenko if he continued to stay here for even a few seconds.

And Malashenko can also clearly understand the overall situation of the battlefield. Naturally, he knows that it is no longer a matter of care about Paulus, an old bastard. The best choice is to quickly return to his tank and seek shelter. .

"Comrade Commander, hurry up! This way!"

Iushkin, who was running and jogging in a hurry behind Malashenko, couldn't care less. He grabbed Malashenko's arm and forcibly pulled down the commander of the car. He jumped up and took his seat on the spot. The car runs over there.

But before the hurried captain and gunner could take the first step, an unexpected exclamation suddenly sounded from the crowd around them.

"Look! It's not the Germans, it's our people! It's the Red Army! It's our comrades coming to support us! Ula!!!"

As the German 251 half-track vehicle that rushed to the front and obviously had no time to run was blown away by a cannon, even the smoking and flaming wheels were blown away by the violent explosion.

The first thing that rushed out of the explosion smoke and flames was a ferocious-looking steel beast. The 85mm D-5T tank gun with its muzzle raised even still had a wisp of smoke from the fresh fire. .

The roaring roar of the diesel engine running at full speed drove the steel tracks, rolling forward the wreckage of the 251 half-track vehicle that had just been destroyed by a shot. A roar of mountains and a tsunami of Ula's charge followed closely behind the roar of steel. After that, the sound that echoed in the sky over the battlefield reached everyone’s ears.

"Ula!!!"

"Ula!!!"

"Charge, comrades! Destroy the German ***, attack!!!"

Malashenko, who was frozen in place and looking at the street, even forgetting that he was planning to run away, could clearly see the man boldly leaning his upper body out of the turret and waving the Tokarev pistol in his hand. The idiot who loudly ordered the infantry and tanks behind him to charge seemed to look very familiar.

When about a minute passed, the man who was regarded as a fool met with our old comrade Ma.

"Are you crazy? Lavry! Do you think you are a cavalry commander or a death squad leader? You stick out of the turret to direct the attack in the city. Why are you so brave? Who gave you the confidence? Ah? German snipers are everywhere Hand?"

Lavrinenko, who was holding the post of deputy brigade commander, was criticized so harshly by the real brigade commander Malashenko. Even though Lavrinenko, who was very familiar with each other and understood each other, knew that this was an old classmate who was thinking about himself. I was afraid of being shot in the dark by the enemy, but I still couldn't hold on to my dignity in front of so many people, so I could only smile and rub my nose in frustration.

"You have the nerve to ask me, why are you rushing over to help you?"

"You don't even know that as soon as Kurbalov and I heard you yelling on the public channel, we immediately accelerated and ran over the German guy in front of us. We didn't even have time to capture the enemy! "

While explaining the emergency situation to Malashenko, he raised his hands to demonstrate how his tank would run over the German at full power.

The lively Lavrinenko even had witnesses who came forward to prove that everything he said was true.

"If you don't believe it, ask Kulbalov. He was more anxious than me and came to save you!"

Before Lavrinenko could finish his words, the merciless demolition came quietly from not far away.

"Ahem! Lying is not a good habit, Comrade Deputy Brigade Commander. At that time, you were obviously more worried about Comrade Brigade Commander's life. You also said that even if the engine was turned on and scrapped, you would have to press the accelerator to the bottom. You can tell me in the communication channel I’ve heard it all, and many people can testify.”