"Kill!" Shulka shouted, and the soldiers rushed out along the hole made by the tank.
The German anti-aircraft gunners would have never imagined that the enemy would suddenly "break" out of the building on the flank as if falling from the sky, and as soon as it came out, it would be a T34 tank.
Unprepared, they were stunned for a moment, got up from the ground hand and foot, turned around and ran away.
But it's already too late.
The tank's machine gun rang out, and the bullets kicked up a long trail of sand on the road, and then knocked down the fleeing German soldiers to the ground row after row.
Some German soldiers happened to be in the blind spot of the tank's machine gun, but they were not spared because a group of Soviet soldiers had emerged from behind the hole in the wall and raised their weapons to kill them one by one from the rear.
After a long while, Kalashnikov burst into laughter.
"We succeeded, we actually succeeded!" Kalashnikov said: "It's unbelievable, in this way... we passed through the whole building!"
Then Kalashnikov seemed to have remembered something and asked into the phone: "Hey, what's your name?"
No one answered on the other side of the phone. Kalashnikov felt something was wrong, so he called a few more times, but still no one answered.
Shulka knew what was happening.
When he raised his gun and knocked down two fleeing German soldiers, he saw the thief huddled under the corner.
Shulka hurried up to check and found that the thief had no gunshot wounds, but his face was pale and his whole face was twisted together in pain.
"Medic!" Shulka shouted, but the Soviet medics were always a little late.
"It's a wall brick!" the thief said intermittently: "I, I can't move..."
Shurka then knew that the thief was injured by a falling brick when the tank passed through the wall.
Shulka looked to the side and found a whole piece of broken wall that was bigger than a backpack. If it had hit the thief...
The thief spurted blood from his mouth, and held Sulka's hand painfully, struggling, struggling, and then trembled as if he was frightened, and then stopped moving.
At this time, the medical soldier rushed up from behind, but he just touched the thief's nose with his hand, shook his head slightly at Shulka with an apologetic look, and then walked towards the other wounded person.
The actors and others also gathered around, but they did not continue to move forward... Others had completed their operations. After the anti-aircraft gun was destroyed, the battle no longer had any suspense, and the other anti-aircraft gun would soon lose its flanks and rear.
was destroyed.
Shulka silently took out the bakelite tube containing the ID card from the thief's jacket pocket and opened it... As expected, there was no ID card containing the thief's information, only a sewing needle and a roll of thread.
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"He has no family!" The veteran explained: "His parents starved to death, and he became an orphan when he was ten years old. This is one of the reasons why he became a thief!"
After a pause, the veteran continued: "Comrade Fovalikov, he often said that he was the least concerned person. Even if he died, no one would miss him or grieve for him. He just disappeared from this world.
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Shulka stood up, picked up his rifle and walked away. He was a little afraid to face the thief.
The battle situation was just as Shulka imagined. The 4th Tank Brigade successfully occupied Klin and filled the gap in the second line of defense.
However, the 4th Tank Brigade is destined not to stay in Klin for too long... As mentioned before, the 4th Tank Brigade is a mobile unit, and the purpose of its formation is for mobile defense.
Theoretically, they should stay in Moscow at all times. Only when the Germans break through somewhere along the defense line will they set off and launch a counterattack.
Therefore, the Fourth Tank Brigade got on the train back to Moscow that night...Klini is only 100 kilometers away from Moscow. It is not difficult to repair the railway between the two places and restore traffic.
On the train, Shulka smoked silently and looked out the window at the scenery passing by in the darkness. The last moments before the thief's sacrifice flashed through his mind one after another.
The instructor sat opposite Shulka, handed him a glass of vodka, and said, "That's none of your business, Comrade Shulka!"
Shulka smiled and said, "Although I really want to think so, do you really think it's none of my business?"
"Of course!" the instructor replied.
"I gave the order!" Shulka said: "I asked him to lie on the back armor of the tank to attack, and he died because of it!"
"There is no problem with your order!" The instructor took another cup and poured vodka into it... For troops like the 4th Tank Brigade that had won the battle, vodka was no longer a rare thing.
Know the ration of 100 grams per person per day for the 4th Moscow Licensed Tank Brigade.
There is no doubt that this makes every soldier cheer for joy, just like a festival.
"100 grams per person per day, did I hear it correctly?" Uncle Alek danced with joy: "Oh, boys, I knew I couldn't go wrong with fighting with you. Is there anything better than this?"
But only Shulka remained silent.
Before that, he only knew that killing someone for the first time was a bit scary, but he never thought that one of his subordinates dying in the battle would make him so sad... to be precise, he felt guilty, because the thief died in Shulka
Order.
"You should look at it this way, Comrade Shulka!" The instructor raised the cup and saluted Shulka from afar, took a sip, and then continued: "Everyone has his mission, everyone, including you, I
Internally... From this perspective, every soldier who died did so because of their mission, and also because their commander asked them to do so. In other words, the commander must die for every soldier.
Comrades are responsible?"
The instructor smiled and then continued: "No, Shulka! You have to know one thing: if your order is wrong and Comrade Fovalikov died because of your wrong order, then it is indeed...
You should feel guilty and blame yourself for this. But this is not the case. Your order was correct and we won the victory. In other words, Comrade Fovalikov's sacrifice was valuable. He served the motherland and the troops.
, made a contribution to the Soviet Union, if you blame yourself for this, you must blame yourself for every comrade who has served as your subordinate and sacrificed his life at the same time, not just Fovalikov!"
Shulka felt that the instructor was right, and the facts seemed to be what he said, because this was war.
However, that trace of apology always lingered in Shulka's heart. After all, it was Shulka's direct order that personally pushed the thief onto this path of no return.