Chapter 807 Who Is the Scumbag?

"This prototype tank was born because of me. It is the only one in the entire Soviet Union and even the world that is ahead of its time."

"I can't hand this tank over to the Germans. Who knows if those Germans who can develop the Black Panther based on the T34 will come up with any new tricks. I really don't want to cause trouble for my future self."

Looking at his former "beloved car" whose chassis was in a blazing state and whose turret had been blown away more than ten meters away and turned upside down on the ground, Malashenko, who was heartbroken but had to do this, had an indescribable and extremely complex look in his eyes.

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

It is said that the weapons in the hands of soldiers on the battlefield are like lovers. How you treat the 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 is really good.

In the battles that accompanied him for less than a year, this beloved car, which was hit by at least 60 or 70 armor-piercing bullets, was only penetrated from the side once. At any other time, it could protect Malashenko and the entire No. 177 crew with a strong defense that made the German army feel desperate.

As time went by, Malashenko felt that this tank was like the fifth member of his crew, with a kind of complex emotion that was almost human and difficult to give up.

He blew her up with his own hands. Although Malashenko's mood at this moment was not "extremely sad", it was at least not much different.

If I have to say it, it's like the feelings of the otakus who play mobile games in the future who disassembled and dismantled their paper wives with their own hands.

Although it was a last resort, I really felt mixed emotions in my heart! There was even a little regret!

Even though Malashenko knew very well that this regret was at best an illusory emotion that was not needed and had no meaning, he still could not suppress this emotion from rushing into his heart in a more ferocious manner.

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

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

It was rare for Iushkin to come forward and take the initiative to comfort Malashenko. Malashenko, who only stood there for a few seconds, quickly turned around and left, leaving the burning steel wreckage and the sound of the surrounding gunfire that was getting closer and closer echoing 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 found that his current situation was quite bad.

"Forward! Follow us, the Russians are in front! Quick!"

"Hide! Hide! Russian tanks, be careful!"

Boom--

"Ah!!!"

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

Malachenko, who was walking along the ruins, tragically found himself behind a German attacking unit! The target that the Germans were trying to attack and destroy was a tank-infantry combat group consisting of several T34 medium tanks and a group of Red Army soldiers, which was two hundred meters away from where he was at the moment!

"Damn it! It's really a ghost, how can these Germans attack so fast!? What kind of shit chicken blood did they take to rush to his mother's funeral?"

In order to meet up with the friendly forces two hundred meters away from him, Malachenko had to find a way to bypass the group of chrysanthemums in front of him, and the German infantry unit that was aimed at him and was unaware of the existence of his own four people.

If the tanks were still there, everything would be fine. This group of German infantrymen, who had no heavy weapons and only two or three machine guns, could open up a bloody road and crush anyone who dared to stand in their way.

But now the No. 177 crew without tanks was just a group of infantrymen with self-defense weapons!

Malashenko didn't even dare to think about a 4VS100 crap duel. Even if the Germans on the opposite side were all German and French, they could bury his four brothers on the spot!

But it was also very difficult to get around these German soldiers without firing a single shot. Any one of the more than one hundred pairs of eyes who was bored enough to look back could instantly see the four sneaky burly men. Even a fool could guess what would happen next.

"Fuck you, what should I do now! This is not a modern war, there is no satellite communication, not even a walkie-talkie! There is no one to complain for help, damn it!"

The anxious Malashenko was really at a loss.

Not only was he surrounded by ruins from air strikes, but the only escape route was blocked by the Germans in front of him.

This was the first time that Malashenko felt that he was crying to the sky and the earth for no response.

In the past, no matter how difficult it was, he could always think of a solution in a hurry, but now that he had no tanks and was an infantryman who knew nothing, he could only stare and get angry.

He looked at the good brothers beside him, but they all had the same dumbfounded expression. For a moment, Malashenko even felt that his eyes were black. He always felt that he would probably die in this tractor factory this time.

In the past, Malashenko relied on himself to escape danger.

But this time, the one who saved Malashenko's life was destined to be his closest comrade, the deputy regiment commander who would rather risk being surrounded by the German army to save his life and death brother alive.

The German infantrymen who were temporarily suppressed by the T34s and Soviet infantry not far ahead would not have thought.

At the moment when the offensive situation was very good, there would actually be a Russian heavy tank that didn't know how to live or die and opened the accelerator to knock down the broken wall beside them, and smashed the oppressive feeling of death on their heads in a terrible way that people could never dream of.

Boom——

Crack, crack, crack——

The dull collapse sound of the brick wall being knocked down in an instant and the harsh and sharp grinding sound of the steel tracks intertwined and resounded in the ears.

The German infantrymen who were only a few meters away were so frightened that they almost peed their pants. The Russian heavy tanks were almost riding on their faces, roaring and charging at them. They were as terrifying as an angry prehistoric beast that had just woken up and was unstoppable.

Several German infantrymen who were slow to react were crushed into pieces of iron meat on the spot before they could struggle to get up. What was worse was that from behind the gap in the wall that was collapsed by the Russian heavy tank, a terrifying roar that was enough to make people's hair stand on end came into their ears, enough to shock their souls.

Ura——