So Shulka had no choice but to turn his attention to the approaching tanks, even though he was reluctant to do so.
Tanks, the most important thing is of course tanks. This is the biggest advantage of the German army. As long as it is eliminated, the Soviet army will have a way to survive.
But how to solve it? You must know that it is a tank, and the Soviet army lacks anti-tank equipment. Do you want Shulka to blow up the tank like a "demolition team"?
Not to mention that Shulka didn't dare, even if Shulka dared and could avoid the bullets of the German infantry and get close to the tank... But grenades and explosive packets will not stick to the tank armor. You must also ensure that they will stick to the tank armor.
An explosion would occur under the tank's tracks or chassis. To do this would usually mean that Shulka himself would be killed.
Suddenly, a picture flashed in Shulka's mind, a movie picture... Soviet soldiers who lacked anti-tank equipment threw Molotov cocktails at German tanks, and then miraculously, the majestic tanks were paralyzed.
Unable to move on the battlefield.
Yes, Molotov cocktails!
Military fans often call it..."Molotov Cocktail".
Shulka suddenly discovered that Molotov seemed to be his savior, even though Shulka had never met him and had nothing to do with him.
"Bottle!" Thinking of this, Shulka no longer hesitated. He retracted his head and shouted to Okunev who was shooting nervously: "Where is your vodka?"
"What?" Okunev pulled the trigger and fired the last bullet in the rifle, then retracted his head and reloaded the ammunition while responding with some dissatisfaction: "Are you crazy, Shulka, you are still here at this time?
Thinking of vodka!”
"Give it to me!" Shulka grabbed Okunev.
"Okay!" Okunev threw the entire satchel to Shulka and said, "It's yours, but leave some for me. I want to have a few more bites before I die..."
As he spoke, he once again stretched his head and shot in the direction of the Germans.
The wine bottle was not difficult to find. Shulka turned it out without much effort, then opened the bottle cap and dumped it while running in the direction of the gasoline barrel. Okunev's yelling came from behind.
"Hey, you bastard!" Okunev even forgot about the Germans opposite him. He shouted angrily at Shulka: "That's my wine, you can't do that!"
Shulka ignored him and ran all the way with his body bent, and came to where the gasoline barrel was before to take a look... Fortunately, it was lying there without being ignited.
Time waited for no one, Shurka unscrewed the fuel tank cap, and clear and pungent gasoline quickly poured out of it.
Shulka carefully pointed the mouth of the bottle towards it, trying not to let the gasoline splash on himself, because Shulka knew that this would put himself in danger, especially when lighting a fire.
After a while, half the bottle was filled... This amount should be about the same. If it were more, it would be difficult to throw it out, and it seemed unnecessary.
All you need next is a strip of cloth.
Shurka fumbled in his backpack. He originally wanted to use the bandages in the first aid kit, but he found that he didn't have a first aid kit at all.
After thinking about it, Shulka scratched the military uniform a few times with a military thorn and cut off a piece of cloth... Soon Shulka regretted it, because this left a piece of meat in his belly. Every time he lay on the ground and crawled,
Sand and gravel will scratch that area and make it sore.
This is the consequence of inexperience. Shurka can cut a piece of rag from the corpse's military uniform.
It's just that at this time, Shulka has not yet fully adapted to this battlefield. He still has the idea that the dead are the most important in his mind, although doing so is not even considered disrespectful to the dead.
Shulka stuffed the cloth strip into the bottle and plugged the bottle mouth tightly. The lower half of the cloth strip was immersed in the gasoline, and the upper half was exposed outside the bottle mouth... A simple Molotov cocktail was completed, and the gasoline would flow along the cloth strip.
Penetrating upward, the cloth strip acts like the wick of an oil lamp, and the flame burns quietly outside the mouth of the bottle.
After doing this, Shulka carefully stuck his head out and looked outside. A tank happened to be driving nearby, facing him from the side. It was turning the turret and firing wildly with a coaxial machine gun and jumped out of the trench.
The Soviet soldiers rushed towards it... This gave Shulka a chance. The charging Soviet soldiers attracted the attention of the German tanks, including the German soldiers behind them who were responsible for covering it.
The problem is that the distance is a bit far.
After thinking about it, Shulka gritted his teeth, put down the rifle in his hand, lowered his body and slowly climbed out of the trench...
"What are you doing?" Major Gavrilov happened to be passing by and saw all this.
"Come back!" Major Gavrilov ordered to Shulka. At first he thought Shulka was going to surrender to the Germans... but it was indeed a bit like it, Shulka didn't bring a gun.
It wasn't until Shulka turned around carefully and raised the Molotov cocktail in his hand to Major Gavrilov that the major understood.
Of course Major Gavrilov knew what it was.
In the Soviet-Finnish War a year ago, the Finnish army, which lacked anti-tank equipment, used this simple incendiary bottle to cause heavy casualties to Soviet tanks. Major Gavrilov participated in the Soviet-Finnish War, but he just did not expect to use the same method.
Just against German tanks.
This can also be said to be a kind of irony... The battlefield situation at this time seemed to have reversed roles with the previous Soviet-Finnish war, and the Soviet Union became the weaker side in terms of equipment.
But of course Major Gavrilov would not think so much at this time. He nodded towards Shulka and said: "Go ahead, young man, I will cooperate with you!"
Major Gavrilov did what he said, and he immediately organized two machine guns to suppress the German infantry behind the German tanks from the flanks... This is also one of the reasons why it becomes more difficult for the German tanks to advance as the trenches are curved.
Uneven, the closer the tank is to the trench, the easier it is for the infantry behind it to be suppressed by flanking fire. Unless the Germans have enough tanks to push horizontally, they have to advance slowly step by step.
Major Gavrilov's cooperation gave Shulka a lot of help, allowing him to get closer to the tank bit by bit.
This is a very scary thing, because it is a killing machine, a monster. As long as it is discovered and fired... a row of bullets will be shot out from it and beat Shulka into a sieve.
This idea once made Shulka want to give up, but in the end he mustered up the courage to continue climbing forward because he knew he had no other way to go.
Finally, Shurka crawled to the tank. The two were only a few meters apart. The "clucking" sound made by the rotation of the turret seemed to be directly above his head. This sound made Shurka feel that his bones were going weak.