Roman glanced at Agafond's body, and after pondering for a moment, he continued, "Agafond is dead. If we continue to fight, I need a loader. Of course, we can also go with the gun and the grenades we captured before.
Fight the surrounding German tanks, or continue to wait here. When it gets later, you can probably go back."
Having said this, Roman took a hard sip from the cigarette in his hand. After the bright scarlet light dimmed again, he continued in a puff of smoke, "Then we will have a new tank and a new loader soon."
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"I think this tank can be repaired"
Vajim was the first to respond, "Didn't you tell me before? If our tank is damaged, it may take a long time for us to be assigned a new tank, and it is very likely that we will be separated."
Having said this, Vajim quietly hammered his leg in the dim tank, "And... what if I am assigned to another tank crew and they are unwilling to use me because I am a lame? Also...
, I came here under the guise of someone else, just in case..."
"Are you sure you can repair this tank?" Roman asked before the other party finished speaking.
"I'm sure! I'm sure!"
Vajim said confidently, "I just took a look and the engine damage is not serious, and there are so many damaged tanks around. As long as we remove some parts, we will definitely be able to repair the engine, as well as the tracks and road wheels!"
Hearing this, Roman was silent for a moment, took another puff of cigarette and said, "We still need a loader."
"Let me do it"
Wei Ran put out the last two puffs of his cigarette and said, "This job shouldn't be difficult, and even if the heading machine gun is missing, it shouldn't affect anything."
"In that case, let's fix this tank!"
Roman made a decision simply, and then said, "But before that, we must find a way to survive. The most important thing is that after dark, whether it is our people or the Germans,
The battlefield will definitely be cleaned up, we must avoid them."
"Hide under the assault gun I blew up!"
Vajim stubbed out the Moheyan in his hand and suggested, "It has been blown up. Neither our people nor the Germans will pay attention to him."
"Then it's decided!"
Before Roman finished speaking, he had already stood up, looked carefully through the observation port, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "Let's hide first."
"Where is Agafond?" Vadim asked, "let him stay here?"
"Let him stay here"
Roma was the last one to put out his cigarette butt, "Maybe this is our last battle, Victor, you and Agafond change places, and then find ten...five! Find five armor-piercing bullets and escape along the way.
Drop the mouth and bury it in mud. Also, remember to remove the firing pin. If we fail to come back, you can take the firing pin and find a way back."
"Leave these to me!" Although Wei Ran didn't understand why he had to throw the shells outside the tank, he still happily agreed.
"Vadjim, let's go around first and see where the parts we need are." Roman said, already carefully pushing open the locked hatch above his head.
"Hold the gun" Wei Ran handed over Bobosha who had just replaced the drum.
"After we get out, remember to lock the hatch and open the escape hatch."
After saying that, Roman took out a finger-length candle end from his pocket and handed it to Wei Ran, and then he and Vajim each took their Bobosha submachine guns and left the tank.
After the hatches of the driver's seat and the turret were closed from the outside by the two people who left one after another, Wei Ran bent down and opened the escape hatch that had just been locked under his feet, and then closed the other two hatches respectively.
He lit a match and lit the candle handed over by Roman, and fixed it near the breech block. Then he found the few tools in the car and removed the firing pin of the gun.
With the faint light of the candle end, Wei Ran first moved Ajiafong's body little by little to the position of the electromechanical engineer and tied it with a rope. Then he picked out ten armor-piercing bullets and threw them out through the escape hatch and hid them.
Then he blew out the candles, took the small PPK pistol that Roman had given him, and hid in the darkness, patiently listening to the unabated sound of the firefight outside.
Gradually, the outside of the observation window was completely shrouded in night, and the only thing that could be seen was the flares that rose from time to time.
More than half an hour later, a clear knocking sound came from outside, and Wei Ran tensed his nerves instantly.
"Victor, come out quickly and remember to grab a blanket and something to eat."
Listening to the shouts coming from outside the observation hole of the machine gun at the front of the car, Wei Ran immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly brought the blanket he had picked up with Ajiafon during the day and the canvas bag filled with food.
He left the tank through the escape hatch.
"Has the firing pin been removed?" Roman, holding a submachine gun in his hand, squatted on the side of the front of the car and asked in a low voice.
"It's been removed." Wei Ran reached out and patted his pocket.
"move"
Roman waved and motioned for Wei Ran to follow him and get under the wreckage of the No. 3 assault gun next to him. The three of them worked together to spread a blanket in the smelly mud pit, and then rested on a rolled blanket.
Lie side by side.
Until this moment, Wei Ran put the canvas bag he had been holding on his chest, and Roman reached out and pulled out the Moscow brand Volga given to them by the Trosha political commissar not long ago.
“Half bottle left”
Roman shook the wine bottle, unscrewed the cap, brought it to his mouth and took a small sip, then handed it to Vadim who was lying on the other side.
"It's enough for us to drink," Vajim said, and took a sip, "Victor, you can have some too."
"I'll forget it"
Wei Ran waved his hand and rejected the wine bottle offered to him. He reached into his canvas pocket and took out two pieces of bread and gave them to them. "My gums are still bleeding. You can drink."
"You need a drink more at this time."
Vadim did not take back the wine bottle after taking the bread, "I don't know when the next time I have a chance to drink wine will be."
"Forget it, you just drink." Wei Ran rejected the other party's kindness again, reached out and took out a piece of bread from his pocket and took a bite.
"Eat quickly, then dirty the blanket and cover it." Roman took the bottle while gnawing on the dry bread.
After simply eating some bread and drinking up the remaining vodka, the three of them covered their bodies and weapons with blankets soaked in mud, and then wiped them on their faces.
In the following time, the three of them did not make any sound, and just listened patiently to what was going on outside.
For Wei Ran, lying in the smelly mud was really not a wonderful experience, especially since he could feel something getting into his trousers, cuffs and even collar from the mud from time to time.
But what was even more unbearable than this was the body temperature that continued to be taken away by the mud, and the large mosquitoes buzzing in their ears. But on the other hand, the increasingly sparse sounds of firefights also made them look forward to the next one.
Down tank maintenance work.
He reached out to pick up a ball of mud from the track next to him and smeared it on his neck. Before Wei Ran could take back the blanket, he heard a conversation in German.
"This assault gun has been scrapped," a German soldier whispered.
"Go and take a look in that Soviet tank," another German soldier whispered. "You two, go and see if there is anyone alive in the No. 3 tank."
After a moment of waiting, the German soldier who spoke first responded, "The hatch of this Soviet tank is locked, and only the escape hatch is open."
"Go in and have a look!"
“Why did we stop at such a damn place?”
The German soldier who received the order complained, and under the secret gaze of the three guards, he carefully got under the chassis of the T-34 tank with his pistol.
"There is only one dead person, and one of our Robert cameras was found." The German soldier said in surprise.
"Are the shells still there?"
"exist!"
"Take out my camera and plant a few grenades near the escape hatch." After the German soldier who gave the order finished speaking, another voice followed, "Captain, everyone in the Panzer III tank is dead."
"Just take away the soldier card. Remember to write down the location. We will take them away after we have defeated the Soviets." Before he finished speaking, the speaker turned and left.
When there was no sound around him, Wei Ran carefully lifted off the blanket on his body, took the bayonet handed to him by Vajim, crawled out little by little, felt his way to the escape hatch in the dark, and carefully cut off the rope tied to the escape hatch.
The grenade pull line on the cover.
After digging out the grenade buried in the mud, Wei Ran looked around and climbed back under the low chassis of the assault gun.
A moment later, a group of Soviet soldiers also arrived.
"There's a T-34 here!" a Soviet soldier whispered.
"Look to see if there's anyone alive inside!"
The man who spoke had a tone of expectation, and the familiar voice made the three people hiding under the assault gun immediately recognize him as the political commissar Trosha who had given them the vodka!
"The hatch is locked, there may be wounded!" The Soviet soldier's tone also sounded more hopeful, and then he got under the tank chassis under the watchful eyes of Wei Ran and others.
"The escape hatch is open"
The soldier paused, then soon opened the driver's hatch and said, "Comrade Political Commissar, there is only the body of an electromechanical worker inside."
"I think I've seen this tank before and even took a group photo with them."
Trocha muttered, and then heard the soldier in the tank say, "There are still some shells, and the firing pin has been removed. It seems that this tank can still be used."
"Carry the body..."
Trosha stopped mid-sentence, and then Wei Ran and others saw that he seemed to turn around.
"Are there cameras in there?" Trocha asked.
"No?"
"Bring the body out," Trosha finally said.
"Political Commissar, are you taking the shells away?" the soldier in the tank asked, "There are more than a dozen shells in here."
"No"
Trocha raised his voice slightly and said, "Put it here first, and then take it away with the cannonballs after we finish this battle. By the way, which one of you has a full kettle?"
“Mine is full”
“Mine is full too”
"Stay in this tank"
After Trocha finished speaking, he had already helped to carry out Agafond's body. "I know him. Let me think about it. His name seems to be Agafond. He is a handsome young man and a loader of the 29th Tank Corps."
"I have written down his name and unit number." A soldier whispered.
"Take it back!" Trosha said, and placed a pack of cigarettes and a kerosene lighter made of anti-tank rifle bullet casings on the open driver's hatch.
Watching Trosha walk away with the soldiers and Agafond's body, Roman sighed and whispered, "He should have guessed that we are nearby."
"How did he guess it?" Vajim obviously didn't believe it.
"Let's go, let's see what good things he left for us, and then see if we can fix it tonight." Before he finished speaking, Roman was the first to climb out.
