The wounded man regained his strength and continued, "If that tank is still in its original position, you may be able to use that tank to destroy their artillery position."
"Where is that tank?" Lieutenant Lev asked excitedly.
"It's in the paint shop downstairs not far away. Gorsh should know the location."
The wounded man gasped and said, "I am a worker from the Stalingrad Tractor Factory who drove a tank to join the battle. The tank I just mentioned was driven by my colleagues, but later some of them threw it away because they were afraid of death.
The tanks escaped, but I personally killed them with a submachine gun."
"I know that paint store"
Gorsi frowned and said, "But that building has been bombed and only a wall is left. Even if the tank is still there, it has probably been buried."
"And there's another problem," the injured worker said. "Even if you can drive the tank by yourself, you still can't fire it. You still need at least two experienced helpers."
"I need a loader and a driver." Lieutenant Lev said, looking around.
"I can be a loader!" Oleg said first, "I can move cannonballs!"
"There are so many people here, it's not your turn yet."
Gorsh stretched out his hand to pull Oleg aside, and gently hammered the taciturn Valery on the shoulder with his fist. After the two nodded to each other, Gorsh looked at Lieutenant Lev and said, "I used to have a
If there's not much difference, maybe I can drive the tank and Valery can be your loader."
"In that case, let's set off now!" Lieutenant Lev said and prepared to stand up.
"Wait a minute, we still have one more person left." Wei Ran, who had been silent, grabbed Lieutenant Lev.
"Radio operator?" Lieutenant Lev asked doubtfully, "The tanks produced by the Tractor Factory don't even have sights, let alone radios. And even if they do, there is only one tank nearby and there is no need for a radio at all."
Wei Ran took off the German radio that had been carried on his shoulder, "Now we have the radio."
"What's the point of having a radio?" said Sergey, the electrician who was closest to the kerosene lamp. "Do you want to use it to greet the mothers of the Germans nearby?"
Wei Ran shook his head helplessly. He knew the shortcomings of the T-34 tank. The T-34 at this time still used a 76mm gun, but the caliber was still secondary. The most important thing was that this type of T-34 was small and small.
The interior space can only seat four people.
In other words, the commander in the turret who is responsible for finding targets also has to work part-time as a loader. This fatal problem directly makes the T-34/76 tank less efficient than the later T-34/85 tank that can seat five people.
How much!
Seeing everyone looking at him, Wei Ran said in one breath, "If we want to destroy that fire position as quickly as possible, or survive as long as possible surrounded by tanks, we also need a radio, and then
Someone needs to be able to use radio to direct tank operations from a place with a good view."
"Fortunately, you are just a reporter. If you were a tank soldier, I would have stuffed you into the tracks and made you into a pie." Lev did not take Wei Ran's suggestion seriously at all, and stood up directly, ready to continue walking out.
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"My proposal will at least give you a greater chance of completing your mission."
Wei Ran leaned against the wall and did not move at all, "There is only one tank, Lieutenant Lev, you have no chance of trial and error."
Lieutenant Lev stood silent for a moment and then said, "We don't have time to find an identical radio station."
The dark basement fell into silence again. After a long time, the old electrician Sergey sighed and said, "I have a way."
"What can we do?" Lieutenant Lev asked subconsciously.
"Two nights ago, I seemed to have seen a similar radio station when I was looking for supplies in the trenches outside." Sergey said with uncertainty in his voice, "But it is still in its original position, and can it even be used?
I don’t know.”
"Let's go find it now!"
"Wait a minute!" Gorsh stopped the reckless Lieutenant Lev, "It will get dark in at most two hours. It will be much safer to go after dark."
Lieutenant Lev nodded with difficulty, sat down next to Wei Ran and said, "Victor, when the time comes, you will use the radio to command us."
"Me? I'm just a reporter." After Wei Ran finished speaking, he added silently in his mind, "Even my identity as a reporter is fake."
"I can complete the mission even without you." Lieutenant Lev said rather rudely.
Knowing that the other party was trying to comfort him, Wei Ran didn't say anything and could only bite the bullet and agree.
"If you are still alive after the war is over, remember to go to Mamayev Hill for me and take a look."
Lieutenant Lev said in a low voice that everyone present actually knew that it was almost impossible to survive following Lieutenant Lev to complete that mission, and he himself was probably more aware of the outcome in the near future.
Wei Ran nodded silently, pressing his lips tightly to prevent himself from making any sound.
Two hours flew by, and the sky outside gradually became darker. Even the sound of gunfire that lasted for a day weakened a lot.
"Kala"
The cast-iron manhole cover was gently pushed open by Gorsi, and then he stuck his head out and looked at the gap under the door panel. After confirming that there was no danger, he gently propped up the door panel and allowed everyone to climb out of the basement one by one.
"You guys wait here, I'll go find the radio station." After the old electrician Sergey said this, he carefully walked toward the trench outside the building close to the wall.
As everyone waited anxiously, time passed by minute by second, and it was not until an hour later that Sergey climbed in along the damage to the building's outer wall.
"Let's see if it's this." Sergey put the things he brought back at Wei Ran's feet.
Lieutenant Lev and Oleg immediately put up two cloaks to cover Wei Ran who was lying on the floor, and firefighter Gorsh, who was also hiding under the cloak, lit the kerosene lighter in his hand.
After comparing the nameplates of the two radios, Wei Ran nodded heavily, and then while recalling Professor Alexei's previous operating procedures, he fumbled through the process of starting up the two radios.
According to the knob on one of the radio stations, he adjusted the other radio station to the same position. Weiran handed one of the headphones to Gorsh, and then gently scratched the microphone of the other radio station with his fingernails.
shave.
Gorsi immediately showed an expression of surprise on his face and nodded repeatedly at Wei Ran!
After he turned off the power, Gorsi quickly blew hard on the small flame on the lighter. The strong smell of diesel mixed with even stronger bad breath hit his face, making Wei Ran, who was trapped in darkness, almost vomit out.
Struggling to remove his cloak, Fireman Gorsh put his arm around Oleg's shoulders and whispered, "Oleg, the safety here is up to you. Unless necessary, try not to shoot, otherwise the people in the basement will be very dangerous."
It's hard to survive, and the more important task than killing the Germans is to let the children younger than you survive until the end of the war.
If...if we don't come back alive, you have to find a way to provide food for those children, find a way to provide the wounded with needed medicine, and find a way to bring back more children and wounded. In short, Oleg
, before we come back, all the people in the basement will be left to you."
Oleg nodded vigorously, pointed to the stairwell not far away and said, "Uncle Gorsh, let me go to the roof before that. Maybe I can help you."
Gorsh hesitated for a moment, sighed, and then said softly to the old electricians Sergei and Valery waiting aside, "Send him up."
