Under the afterglow of the setting sun, a T-34 tank with the words "To take back the Soviet Union" written on the turret was parked on the roadside.
Behind it, in the sky dyed red by the setting sun, you can still vaguely see planes flying past or crashing with thick smoke from time to time.
On its high-spirited barrel, a German chain dog with a dusty face was lying forward. But around the turret, four people, including the guard, had already found their positions, sitting or standing, letting the fire
The red sunset shone on their bodies, faces and tank caps.
"Get ready! Look at the camera!"
A political commissar with the rank of captain held up the camera that everyone had captured and used the viewfinder to frame the people on the tank.
"It's too bad to take back the Soviet Union!" Rome suddenly shouted.
"To take back the Soviet Union, it's a shame!" Agafoon and Vadim shouted out, and then the slogan turned into a passionate and powerful "Ula!", and in the clear sound of the shutter, it spread like ripples throughout the whole country.
Every corner of the temporary camp.
It wasn't until the exciting cheers spread to the distance that the captain's political commissar came over and returned the camera to Wei Ran.
"Captain Trocha, this prisoner will be handed over to you." After Roman finished speaking, he saluted the other party in a very formal manner.
"He speaks Russian," Wei Ran reminded him proactively while putting the camera away in his bag.
"Don't worry! We will entertain him well."
Captain Trocha responded with a salute, put down his hands and continued, "And when your political commissar comes back, I will also inform him. Also, are you sure you don't need to rest and go directly to the battlefield?"
"Of course I'm sure, they are fighting fiercely with the German tanks on the front line, and we have no intention of resting now." Roman said and pointed to the vaguely visible building outline in the distance, "That should be Tomarovka.
?Let’s rest until we capture it!”
"In that case, please wait for me for a moment."
After Captain Trocha finished speaking, he called to the two blue-hatted soldiers waiting beside him to pick off the prisoner who had been lying on the barrel for several hours, while he himself quickly walked towards the tent not far away.
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"Romain, do we really hand over the prisoners to Trocha of that infantry battalion?" Agafond asked in a low voice.
"They all belong to the Fifth Army anyway, so it doesn't matter who you give them to."
Luo Manhun said nonchalantly, "Besides, our political commissar is on the front line now. We can't continue to use the barrel of a gun to carry him to the front line, right?"
"That's right." Agafond took off his tank cap and scratched his messy hair with his hands. "I'm just worried about being robbed of our military medals."
Hearing this, Vajim curled his lips and said, "As long as we can defeat the Germans, those things are not important at all."
“Don’t worry about this”
Wei Ran patted the camera that had been put in his bag, "With the group photo taken just now, no one can take away our credit."
"That makes sense." Ajiafon immediately breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.
"Don't waste time. Fill up the remaining oil in the oil barrel first, and then replenish the ammunition." While Roman was speaking, he and Agafond had already climbed onto the tank on the muddy tracks one after another.
However, before Weiran and Vajim could untie the oil drum from the back of the tank, Trosha, the political commissar who had gotten into the tent, also ran over and without saying a word corked the bottle of Moscow brand vodka in his hand.
Gave it to the nearest Vajim.
"Take it, this is a small gift for you." Trosha said, "Comrades, come back alive."
"Agafond, I remember finding a can of milk at noon."
Roman smiled and said, "Go take it out and see if it's broken. If it's not broken, give it to Comrade Political Commissar."
Having said this, Roman threw the shell casing down and said, "Trosha, help us transfer it to the wounded."
"Thank you!" Trocha hurriedly took the can of milk thrown by Agafond.
"Tankmen don't need to say thank you, that's superfluous."
Agafoon repeated what he had said to Wei Ran, and then he and Roma were like two gophers waiting to be hammered, retracting into the tank turret again and again, throwing away the empty shells one by one.
go out.
After seeing off Captain Trosha who saluted them again, Weiran and Vajim worked together to refill the tank, and then the four of them replenished enough ammunition in a relay manner.
Soon, the roar of the tank sounded again. Vajim took a big gulp of vodka and handed the bottle to Roman behind him. When the latter raised the bottle, he also stepped on the accelerator and drove the tank towards the tank.
to the front line.
Under the dim sunset, scrapped tanks can be seen everywhere on the plain battlefield, and thick smoke can be seen everywhere. There are T-34s like theirs, light T-70s, and tanks obtained from the British and Americans.
Churchill or Sherman.
Of course, there are also various types of German tanks steaming with flames, but their number is much smaller in comparison.
Amid violent turbulence, the late-arriving tank and the drunken tank crew flew past a small patch of burned forest, and then passed a tank whose tracks were broken but was still turning its turret to capture the target.
With a "crunch", Vajim stopped the tank instantly as Roman stopped stepping on the back of his hand. As the turret creaked and turned, the high-spirited barrel also lowered, and finally aimed at another object a few hundred meters away that was also shot.
A German tank with its tracks broken.
"boom!"
Amidst the dull sound of firing, Wei Ran, who was slapped against the armor plate by the inertia of parking, did not even have time to see clearly the situation of the German tank. Vajim pushed the joystick again and rushed out in a circle.
Using the description that Wei Ran could think of, what was happening on this endless battlefield was a bloody battle between tanks!
"Armor-piercing bullet!"
Roma shouted at the top of his lungs, and Agavon immediately picked up a cannonball and stuffed it into the barrel.
Before he could open the locked seat, Vajim, under the command of Roman, rushed at the fastest speed towards several tanks in the direction of the German army that were firing again and again under the sunset!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Here it comes!" Wei Ran tensed up his nerves and subconsciously tightened his hands on the machine gun in front of him.
While he waited anxiously, this desperate T-34 tank deftly avoided the artillery shells coming from the opposite side, quickly closing the distance between it and the enemy.
Gradually, Soviet and German tanks collided with each other appeared in the observation hole, and German soldiers emerged from the turret with their bodies burning with fire. They also appeared with pistols and jumped on the opposite tank to shoot wildly, and then died after being shot.
of the Soviet Red Army.
At that moment, Wei Ran admitted that he was scared. In this real collision of steel, human physical combat power had become a weight that could be completely ignored.
But at the same time, human spiritual power began to gain the upper hand.
Fear will make you unable to hold the joystick, make you unable to hold the already heavy shells, and even cause you to suffer from claustrophobia in a small and hot tank.
Similarly, courage can make people forget life and death for a short time, playing a vital role in this duel of war machines.
The best example is Vajim who is closest to him. His driving skills are reliable enough, and his courage and belief are firm enough.
Coupled with the cover of numerous tanks and tank wreckage around him, he was finally lucky enough to avoid shells one after another, gradually closing the distance between the vehicle and the enemy to within the range visible to the naked eye.
"The big man on the left hiding behind the wreckage!" Roman shouted loudly, further confirming the selected target.
"About 400 meters!" Vajim shouted at the top of his lungs. While speaking, he pushed the joystick in his hand again.
"Put it up!" Roman responded without hesitation.
At the same time, Wei Ran also pulled the trigger. While trying his best to steady his body, he pushed the butt of the gun so that the flames from the muzzle swept across the two tank soldiers who climbed out of the German Panzer IV tank.
Soon, the target that Roman was about to attack appeared again in the narrow field of vision. It was only then that Wei Ran saw clearly that it turned out to be a Leopard!
Fortunately, before he could react, Vajim's turning direction caused him to lose his shooting vision again, which also indicated that they had fired more of the scary gun barrel that was about to turn towards them!
He pressed the tank cap on his forehead against the armor plate again, and put his eyes behind the observation hole to continue looking for the target.
Not long after, the Panther tank appeared in his field of vision again. But compared to the quick glance just now, the distance between the two was much closer this time.
But Roman, who was diagonally behind him, never gave an instruction to stop, let alone fired the armor-piercing bullet in the barrel.
"Two hundred meters!" Vajim shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Remember what we did on the rainy day?" Roman shouted.
"Remember! Of course I remember!"
Vajim suddenly stopped the car, and when the Leopard also stopped and turned the turret, he immediately controlled the tank and once again used the wreckage to cover it and circled around.
In just a short while, behind Wei Ran's invisible side, several T-34s had already stopped steadily, moving their muzzles to aim at the Panther's armor.
After two clearly audible firing sounds, I happened to see the tank's fuselage again through the observation hole, and I could clearly see the sparks erupting from its frontal armor.
It's a pity... Compared to the frontal armor of the Panther tank, their shells were obviously not powerful enough. On the contrary, one of them was pierced by the opponent's artillery!
"Charge forward!" Roman shouted fiercely, "hit its left hand!"
Vajim didn't give any verbal response, but Weiran felt the slightest so-called pushing feeling in the iron tuotuo with a top speed of no more than 60 kilometers per hour!
"Hold on tight!" Vajim reminded everyone loudly, and at the same time, he wanted to step his slightly longer right leg into the fuel tank!
Wei Ran, who was once again squeezed against the bulkhead beside him by inertia, struggled to put his eyes behind the observation hole. Unfortunately, the rapidly shaking sight made it impossible for him to aim at any wooden mark he found!
"Bang!"
With a dull loud noise, Wei Ran's head uncontrollably hit the thick armor plate again. This time, even his nose was not spared, and a little blood flowed out in pain.
At the same time, the tank under his butt also slammed its thick front into the front left track of the Panther tank.
Vadim, whose lip had been bitten by his teeth, almost immediately pulled one of the control levers with the help of inertia and the weight of his body as soon as he was bounced back to the chair. Immediately, the T-34 began to move as fast as possible.
Speed back to the right in an arc!
"boom!"
Amidst the dull sound of artillery fire, Wei Ran saw a bright burst of fire emitting from the muzzle of the Panther tank's artillery through the observation hole, and at the same time, he subconsciously shrank his neck and closed his eyes!
With a trilling sound of "Buzz--", he only felt the tank body shaking, but that was all.
"Missed?" Wei Ran was stunned and quickly put his eyes behind the observation hole.
At this time, more tanks were already rushing towards the Panther in the distance. At the same time, the Panther also rotated its turret and body following the tank commanded by Roman.
Both sides clearly knew that although the T-34's 76mm cannon might not be able to penetrate the Panther's frontal armor, at such a close range, the thin sides could not withstand it at all.
However, Vajim's impact just now was not a simple brutal collision. A tank weighing dozens of tons hit it at a speed of more than 50 kilometers per hour. There was already a problem with the left track of the Panther!
And its movement of turning the tank chassis was undoubtedly the last straw that broke the track.
"Crunch!"
Almost at the moment when the Panther's tracks were disconnected and the road wheels crushed the soil, Vajim stopped the tank again, pushed the joystick again, and steered the T-34, which was originally reversing, to draw a path toward the left front.
arc, easily dodging the deadly gun barrels that were about to fire at them again!
Almost at the same time that they got out of sight, several other tanks that had been following them immediately aimed at the vaguely exposed side of the Panther, firing shells of various flavors one after another!
When Vajim drove the tank in a circle and parked far away on the side of a No. 4 tank, he allowed Roman to use the armor-piercing bullet in the barrel to make a hole in the side of the tank large enough for the ammunition rack to explode.
, Wei Ran, whose nose was bleeding, also vaguely saw the flames steaming from the Leopard.
