Chapter 2078 500 Kg

This self-righteous idiot was right about one thing. Malashenko and his soldiers were indeed scared away by the German headless tank lying in the middle of the road.

However, if the tank was just lying in the middle of the road with no one around and abandoned without anyone operating it, Malashenko and his soldiers would be far more scared than this. They would turn around and retreat without looking back as if they had seen a ghost.

Perhaps Malashenko would lead a team of soldiers to carefully check the headless German tank and then "professionally play" with it.

Then the result is obvious. Malashenko was definitely not simply scared away by the German headless tank.

What scared him away?

The answer is simple. He was scared away by those Polish idiots who were operating the tank blindly.

As for the specific reasons, Malashenko did not have time to explain so much to the political commissar. He just kept commanding the troops to retreat quickly in the car.

"The rear car, pay attention to the direction, don't hit the obstacles, always pay attention to the situation behind! If you get stuck, the whole convoy can't move!"

"The front car doesn't need to change the formation, Suka! IS6, put it in the front! Those Sukas who are trying to get out of the tanks for convenience, get off the car! Quickly withdraw the Sukas to the rear of the convoy! Find a truck that is not crowded, hide in the car and put your head down! If you don't want to lose your head, do what I said, and do it!"

The concentration of "Suka" and "Bullet" soared to the critical value. Malashenko, who was full of elegance and easy-going, seemed to have entered the rampage mode with the microphone in his hand, which really made the confused political commissar look confused.

"What's wrong with you? What happened??? You should at least tell me so that I can help you think of a solution and do something."

Comrade Political Commissar obviously meant well. As the "number one brain" in the entire leadership division, even above the chief of staff, the fifty-year-old commissar can always help Malashenko solve many troubles and resolve crises with his rich experience and response strategies. Now he only hopes that he can help Malashenko as always this time.

Seeing that the urgent orders have been given, there is nothing to "roar" on the microphone for the time being.

Malashenko, who had been running all the way back and had no time to catch his breath until now, put down the transmitter, and after taking a few breaths as if he was short of oxygen, he spoke to Comrade Political Commissar with his right eyelid twitching.

"Those Polish ghosts are seeking their own death! In front, at the intersection, those fools are playing with the Germans left behind"

Boom——

Boom boom! ! !

Boom-Boom---

"Fuck!!!"

Before Malashenko could finish his words, a loud noise that could be called earth-shattering suddenly rose from the ground and shook the earth!

The strong tremor that came at that moment seemed like the end of the world. He thought that he might have to die here today with his 100-pound or 200-pound body. With a word "Fuck" blurted out instantly, Malashenko felt that he was suddenly desperate.

At such a close distance, he had not even withdrawn from the effective killing radius. I'm afraid he's going to die this time!

"Malashenko, comrade commander! Wake up, wake up quickly!"

It was unknown how long it had been. Malashenko, who was confused and black in front of his eyes, only felt that someone was shaking and calling him hard, and the voice was very familiar.

"Damn, am I already dead? Open my eyes and it's heaven???"

Malashenko, who was dizzy, slowly opened his eyes. Fortunately, the world in front of him was not heaven, but still in the car.

Well, it was just that the car was full of broken glass, and the door and the canopy were severely deformed. Malashenko estimated that the big hole on the roof was caused by his head.

"We are, uh, are you okay? Huh?"

Malashenko looked around and asked about the political commissar who had been trying to wake him up before he could figure out the situation.

Fortunately, at the moment of the explosion, Malashenko's 1.93-meter-tall body directly pressed him under the body. The political commissar, who was only 1.7 meters tall and had been tortured by cancer and was much thinner, was well protected by Malashenko's big body and was not in serious trouble at the moment.

At least the political commissar hit the flesh, while Malashenko hit the iron. It was that simple.

"I'm fine, let's not talk about this for now. How are you?"

Malashenko, who didn't feel the gentleness of the hand and should have no wounds or blood, nodded and replied quietly to the comrade who felt that it was not a big problem.

"I'm fine, it's just a bump on the head, a small problem, let's get off the car and see the comrades first."

"Well, if you feel there is a problem, you can talk at any time, let's go."

The comrade who is in power also knows that the situation is urgent. Since the division commander seems to be fine, let's do it this way. After all, the chaotic world outside the car is indeed very important, and we must go out and take a look.

Bang——

Ka——

Bang——

After a few harsh metal collisions and slapping sounds, Malalashenko shook his head helplessly and turned to look at the comrade who was standing next to him.

"My door is stuck and I can't move it! Try your side."

Fortunately, the door that was severely deformed by the impact was only on one side, not on both sides. The door on the side of the political commissar could still be opened with a little effort. The driver in the front row, who was bleeding but still conscious and able to move on his own, also climbed out of the car from the completely broken and non-existent front windshield at almost the same time.

The moment his feet landed on the ground and he came to the world outside the car, Malashenko only felt that the world in front of him was a world of flying sand and rocks, and the dust had not yet settled.

The streets were full of bricks and rubble blown by the shock wave, and the broken street lamp poles, like javelins, stabbed straight into the storefronts on the street, showing the power of the explosion and the great kinetic impact.

Malashenko's car, the command-type GAZ jeep, which was protected in the center of the convoy, was ruthlessly blown away by the shock wave of the explosion. The situation of other vehicles facing the impact of the explosion in the front position was naturally not much better.

The troop truck in front of the vehicle had its upper canopy almost completely flattened. Fortunately, Malashenko had given a loud warning in advance. The soldiers in the car were lying down and curled up in the truck bed, barely avoiding the storm of explosions. As for whether they were injured or killed by the fragments, it was hard to say for the time being.

Some soldiers who were not seriously injured had already got off the car and came to the street. They were relieved to see that the division commander and the political commissar were both safe. They turned back to rescue the injured comrades without Malashenko giving any excessive orders.

Under the protection of some soldiers who came over and guarded the left and right, Malashenko came to the front of the convoy with dust rippling from the explosion.

The IS6 heavy tank at the head, which was ordered by Malashenko to withstand the explosion and protect the cars at the rear of the convoy, was now in a miserable state.

This is an early IS6 heavy tank belonging to the guard tank company directly under the division. Because the intensity of the combat missions participated by the guard tank company directly under the division is not as high as that of the main combat force, Malashenko gave the newly arrived second batch of improved IS6 with sandwich composite armor to the main combat force for priority replacement, so as to give full play to the optimal combat power of the new equipment.

As for his battlefield personal guards and the guard tank company directly under the division, they were arranged to be replaced later.

At present, this early batch of IS6, which was full of modular additional composite armor on the upper and lower front and both sides of the body and turret to enhance defense, has become a scarred and completely broken car.

Almost all the additional modular external composite armor has been blown away in the strong explosion impact blast.

The IS6, which would have been a whole circle larger after adding the whole set of defense kits, has now "slimmed down" back to its original state of the basic version, and it is still covered with scratches from broken bricks and rubble and fragments, and even the camouflage paint on it has been completely scratched.

But it is precisely because this big IS6 stood in the front and withstood the main shock wave damage of the explosion that the fragile unarmored and lightly armored vehicles in the convoy protected behind it can survive this terrifying 500 kg charge, which is equivalent to the power of a single 1-ton aerial bomb.

The car was only blown away by the residual power of the explosion, rather than being torn into pieces by the instant restoration of the factory settings. This is already a blessing in disguise and the most worthy thing to be thankful for.

"What on earth exploded? How could it have such a powerful force? What did you see in the middle of the road just now?"

The IS6 commander who had just climbed out of the turret to get some fresh air after surviving the disaster gave a thumbs up to praise and encourage him. Malashenko, who had survived the disaster, was sighing at his good fortune and finally had time to answer the questions raised by the political commissar who had just caught up with him.

"Graben Wolf, a remote-controlled self-destructing tank made by the Germans, with a 500-kilogram charge, the wave just now was equivalent to a one-ton bomb exploding in our faces, so if you didn't die, just be thankful that you are lucky."

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