Chapter 809 Tearing Apart the Faith Beneath the Flesh

The joy of escaping death did not linger in Malashenko's heart for too long. The bad situation that followed was like stepping on dog shit while walking on the sidewalk, forcibly smearing Malashenko's face.

The tractor factory was lost, and the 109th Infantry Regiment of the 37th Guards Infantry Division was almost wiped out. The infantry unit that came to rescue him was the last and largest unit left of the 109th Infantry Regiment.

The Chechen who Lavrinenko had reminded Malashenko to be careful of: Lieutenant Colonel Voromov, the commander of the 109th Infantry Regiment.

During the battle retreat, in order to help Political Commissar Petrov who fell to the ground due to imbalance, he turned around and returned after running more than 20 meters forward.

Risking the possibility of being hit by the German guns and artillery at any time, he grabbed the arm of Political Commissar Petrov, who was struggling to stand up with one hand, and was killed in an extremely bloody and cruel way at the last moment before he could do anything further.

A 75mm full-caliber armor-piercing bullet with a cap hit the chest of Colonel Voromov. Perhaps the German gunner just wanted to shoot the T34 medium tank that was diagonally opposite to Lieutenant Colonel Voromov, but the final result of the big hand shaking was obviously different.

The body and face were instantly splashed with human body fragments and large lumps of blood and flesh paste.

Political Commissar Petrov, who was blinded by blood and lost his vision, rubbed his sleeve several times before regaining his vision, but what he held in his hand was only a small half of his arm with residual warmth.

The equivalent homogeneous steel thickness of the ribs and the spine is not enough to trigger the armor-piercing delay fuse, which is not very sensitive.

This 75mm full-caliber capped armor-piercing bullet only tore the fragile flesh with the kinetic energy of the propellant that was dozens of times stronger than light weapons. It continued to move forward without any explosion, hitting the ruins not far away and splashing a burst of gravel and dust until it settled with the blood mist.

Political Commissar Petrov had also noticed that the Chechen identity of Regiment Commander Voromov was indeed somewhat special.

However, in the case of not having deep contact with each other and not knowing each other, Political Commissar Petrov, who has always been calm and quiet, did not say much, but just labeled him as "observe slowly" and let it go.

But now, this person who was labeled "observe slowly" by himself saved himself at the cost of his life.

Commissar Petrov, who had experienced countless ups and downs and life-and-death moments in his life, had never encountered such a situation before. Even Kirill's father and his own brother had left their last words before they died.

Commissar Petrov, holding half of his arm in his hand and covered with human plasma and internal organs and muscle fragments, had such strong emotional fluctuations for the first time.

His pupils were dilated as never before, and his whole body was shaking with strong anger. With his emotions almost out of control, he even yelled like crazy, picked up the nearest weapon at hand, and immediately turned around to fight the hateful Germans to the death and then died on the battlefield.

What finally stopped Commissar Petrov was not cowardice, but the momentary calmness after the rapidly rising reason regained control of his brain.

The death of a person is not important. What is important is what kind of chain reaction the death of this person in an important position will trigger.

Political Commissar Petrov was not self-righteous, but the chain reaction that would be triggered if he fell here was something he could not imagine after his brain gradually calmed down.

The 1st Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment of the Guards, Malashenko, and the ongoing Battle of Stalingrad

There are many reasons why Petrov deserves to continue to strive to survive rather than sacrifice his life, and each one is enough to make this red heart of faith, which has experienced vicissitudes of life, change his angry obsession under the impulse of the moment.

Political Commissar Petrov, whose soul was once again buckled with a heavy yoke, temporarily took over the command of the regiment commander Voromov. As the highest-ranking surviving commander and fighter of the Colonel Political Commissar, he led the troops to continue fighting and retreating, and picked up his old profession as an infantryman, and exerted the command art of those old accounts to the limit of his ability.

Finally, with the few remaining Red Army soldiers and the last tanks, they temporarily escaped the German pursuit. After several twists and turns, they finally met at the pre-arranged meeting point, where Malashenko and Lavrinenko, who had just arrived, met. This was the ruins of a warehouse razed to the ground by the German bombing outside the Stalingrad Tractor Factory.

"I misunderstood him before. He was a Communist Party member with firm beliefs and an excellent commander who could lead by example. I personally experienced this in the last battle with him, but I will never have the opportunity to say sorry to him in person."

Political Commissar Petrov said not only his own voice, but also the surprise and regret in the hearts of Malashenko and Lavrinenko who had similar ideas.

The will of the deceased is inherited by the living. The patriots who are still alive must make plans for the next battle early. The First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, which has almost lost its last combat power, must continue to fight.

"We don't have many tanks left, Malashenko. I just took a look around, and we only have 7 tanks left, including my command vehicle. There is not a single heavy tank left, all destroyed. Except for my vehicle, there are only 6 T34s, each with only a dozen shells."

Even if we start from the predecessor of the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment: the First Heavy Tank Breakthrough Battalion temporarily formed under the instruction of Rokossovsky.

The triple disaster of only 7 tanks, all heavy tanks destroyed, and even the vehicle lost

To be honest, this is the first time Malashenko has encountered this, and it is even several times worse than the worst situation he had expected.

None of the people sitting around the tanks spoke, and even their breathing was very small. All eyes were fixed on Malashenko, who could say the words that would determine everything that happened next.

The pungent smell of gunpowder in the air drifted slowly in with black smoke from not far away. Malashenko felt a bitter taste in his mouth and wanted to say something but he could not open his mouth because he clenched his teeth. The loss of the troops was actually no different from a complete annihilation.