Lawrence was panicking inside. He was getting further and further away from the line of defense that he was supposed to defend to the death. His brothers had just escaped from hell a few days ago, and now they had fallen into a new hell.
He was ready to become a hero who died generously and was dragged away by the soldiers. But he thought of the fear of the position collapsing due to a fierce Soviet attack on the 16th. His whole mentality collapsed. After all, he chose to be a coward.
.
"Lawrence, aren't you dead?" He blamed himself, but his body retreated along with the soldiers.
Suddenly, someone shouted: "Achtung! Panzer!"
More than 20 soldiers carrying rifles looked back and saw a Soviet tank with a red flag rushing over from their left rear with unstoppable momentum.
The soldiers instinctively resisted, but the bullets fired by their Mauser rifles either got stuck in the mud bags hanging on the armor, or ricocheted off the armor. Even if someone threw grenades, when the explosion occurred
By then, the tank had already rushed away from the explosion center.
The BT tank didn't give the Germans any chance, and Chekov didn't care about the fact that his crew was going on an adventure alone. The tank directly violently collided with the crowd, and the three soldiers who couldn't dodge were of course crushed to death.
Immediately afterwards, the tank circled the small group of people, frightening the thirty people among them to the point where half of them collapsed on the ground.
In the car, Chekov's eyes widened with anger and he shouted a simple German word - surrender - into the car loudspeaker.
This effect was very reliable, and the pilot laughed excitedly: "Platoon commander, these fascists actually knelt down for us, and they even threw away their weapons."
"Very well, don't take it lightly." Chekov tried to remain serious, but could not hide his excitement, "Brothers, I saw one of them wearing an officer's uniform. We may have captured their commander alive. The driver continued to circle. The gunner
, I give you permission to use a coaxial machine gun to shoot at anyone trying to escape."
After saying that, Chekov pressed the spring bolt of a submachine gun. His brain became hot, and he suddenly opened the top cover and resolutely exposed half of his body. He stared at these frightened guys and also noticed the appearance of the officer.
The man actually looked at himself with an elusive look.
Chekov did not understand the German army, and all he knew about the German army was a few very simple and commonly used military terms. Of course, it was the black muzzle of his submachine gun and the tank guns aimed at the crowd that forced these thirty people to give up resistance.
Lawrence knew that he could not run away. He was already disheartened. Perhaps suicide was his last resort to protect his reputation.
He slowly picked up the pistol, and Chekov saw this move.
The submachine gun fired, and the precise close-range burst directly shattered the Ruger pistol, and the fragments also fell into Lawrence's right hand. In this way, a dignified main force of the 707th Division
Leader, even suicide has become impossible.
But Lawrence also understood that the Soviet army must have received some kind of order, and the Soviet army did not want to kill him.
The stalemate lasted only five minutes. As the attacking Soviet soldiers began to march north, the fastest company of the 284th Division's 2nd Regiment joined forces with Chekov's tanks.
In an instant, more than a hundred guns were pointed at the thirty desperate German soldiers who were surrounded.
The company commander, who was almost losing his mind, loudly asked Chekov: "Tank soldiers, why don't you just kill these enemies? We don't have time to collect prisoners of war."
Chekov was also afraid that this dashing warrior would steal his military exploits. He got out of the tank and rushed straight into the German army. He actually pulled Lawrence out without even caring about his injured legs and arms.
Push it directly next to the tracks of your tank.
"We really don't have time to capture prisoners of war, except for this man. Comrade Lieutenant, you can kill these fascists."
The company commander nodded and winked at his subordinates. Then, a submachine gun fired at the thirty terrified German soldiers. The massacre lasted only five seconds, and the place returned to silence.
Chekov was a little touched in his heart. He also noticed that the so-called German officer he was holding down had just closed his eyes and did not witness the death of his men. When the massacre was over, he slowly opened his empty eyes, with a numb face without fear.
facing all this.
"Ah! Are you stupid?! Are you scared to death?" Chekov shouted loudly, but this officer was like a zombie.
Indeed, in a sense, Lawrence was already dead. He even hoped that he could be executed by the Soviet army so that he would not continue to be humiliated, so an idea suddenly occurred to him.
Taking advantage of the negligence of the Soviet tank soldiers, the numb Chekov suddenly went crazy and bit Chekov's right arm like a wolf dog.
"Ah!" Chekov instinctively kicked the prisoner, and then had to face his bleeding elbow. He pointed the muzzle of his submachine gun at the man lying on the ground, and driven by impulse, he almost pulled the trigger.
trigger.
And Lawrence suddenly spoke in Russian: "You Slavic pigs! You are the worst scum! You all go to hell!"
Russian was actually spoken from the mouth of the prisoner of war, and the surrounding Soviet soldiers immediately became furious, and they gathered around him one after another, with the intention of eating his meat alive.
Fortunately, Chekov saw through this man's plot and did not shoot him. On the contrary, because this man could actually speak Russian, things became easier to handle.
"Hey! German, you understand Russian. Let me ask you, what is your rank in the German army and how many people do you manage?"
Seeing that the provocation method did not work, Lawrence tried hard to maintain the honor of a soldier and said sternly: "I am the colonel commander. Even if I am a German officer, you, a small soldier, have to salute when you see me."
"Oh, right? I won't salute like a fascist. Logically speaking, we should kill you immediately, but our commander also ordered that if a German officer is captured, he must be captured." As he said that, Chekov turned to the man next to him.
The company commander said: "Comrade, we have captured a German regiment commander. Maybe he belongs to that regiment."
"That regiment?" The company commander thought for a moment and suddenly realized, "Could this person be mentioned by the commander?"
"Who is it?" Chekov asked curiously.
After all, this company commander is a direct subordinate of Lavrenti, and Lavrendi's infantry regiment is the absolute main force of the Soviet counterattack. They have already exchanged fire with this Lawrence before.
The company commander said angrily: "This guy successfully escaped three days ago. After all, he never escaped again. Is that right? Lawrence!"
As soon as the name was spoken, Chekov suddenly noticed that the prisoner of war, who had looked angry just now, actually looked surprised.
"Haha! You are definitely the legendary Lawrence!" The company commander clapped his thigh happily, even forgetting that the battle was still going on.
"What? Is my name already famous among you Russians?" Lawrence asked in surprise. By asking, he also announced that he was the so-called Lawrence.
The company commander nodded: "How do we know your name? You will understand soon. Comrades, we have caught a big fish, tied it up, and are keeping it under our custody for the time being. I tell you, you are not allowed to use any personal information on him."
Okay, we must prevent him from committing suicide. Once the command headquarters moves here, hand him over."
"Hey! It's my credit for capturing this man!" Chekov quickly interjected.
"It's your credit, we won't take it away from you. However, I think your tank troops should continue to move forward to expand the results, rather than waste it here."
"Isn't this still about taking credit?" Chekov sneered, but climbed onto the tank again, got into the body of the vehicle, and complained angrily: "Whatever, the commander always knows everything clearly, my credit, my medal
, there is absolutely no way to run away. Brothers, keep moving forward. In the direction of Lechica!"