Chapter 1111 Their Weapons

The German tanks were approaching, and Major Valosha had no time to stay in the stable any longer. After telling them to make good use of the half-disabled anti-tank gun, he immediately ran out of the stable.

"The Germans are approaching! Comrades, prepare for battle, and follow my orders!"

Captain Oleg, who was temporarily entrusted with the command by Major Valosha, held the captured MG42 in his hand and gave orders, reminding the soldiers around him that the final moment was coming.

Long before he became a grassroots commander, Oleg was already an excellent machine gunner. Even now that he has become a company commander, he prefers to fight with a machine gun that is more handy for him. On the contrary, the PPSh on his back is more like a backup weapon.

Based on the distance estimated by the naked eye, Oleg is considering whether to open fire immediately and give the Germans a burst of bullets first.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Major Varosha, holding a PPSh submachine gun in his hand, jumped into the trench and came to Oleg's side. He slightly raised his head and looked in the direction of the German attack, and then spoke.

"There is an anti-tank gun left by the Germans in the stable. It is an 88 gun. It may be the latest weapon we just encountered!"

The sudden news made Captain Oleg a little stunned. He blinked at Varosha and then answered.

"Left by the Germans? Why did they leave such an important weapon to us? Can it still be used? Isn't it broken?"

"You are right, it is indeed broken. Fortunately, it is not too bad. One wheel is almost scrapped, but it can still turn. A squad of soldiers will operate it in the stable. When the Germans are about to rush up, they will suddenly open fire and catch these Nazi bastards off guard. Just wait and see. We will use the Germans' weapons against them!"

Using the Germans' weapons against themselves is something that makes people feel "This is great!" just by listening to it.

Don't the Germans always brag that their German technology is the best in the world? The weapons they make are boasted to be the strongest in the world.

Well, now let you Germans experience what the war machine you made tastes like. Whether it is the anti-tank gun or the machine gun that is like tearing linen when firing, the more fierce the weapon is, the more sense of achievement it will have when hitting the Germans. Oleg, who was already very excited just thinking about it, couldn't help but smile at Varosha.

"We will beat those Germans hard! Just like what the brigade commander said, let these pigs know whose territory they are standing on now!"

The powerful diesel engine was roaring, and the interior of the tank was filled with smoke, sweat, oil, and the smell of burning gunpowder residue.

But even so, the four heavy smokers in the car, including Malashenko and even Kirill, were still puffing away.

It was an old tradition for the No. 177 crew to have one cigarette before the war. According to Malashenko, you never know whether this cigarette will be the last one in your life, and you will never have the chance to smoke again.

The four brothers smoked together what might be the last cigarette in their lives. Even if they were shot through the armor and died in the ammunition explosion in the battle, the regret in the end would not be as strong as if they were unprepared.

"Seryosha, pass me the shells behind you, I'll take them here."

From a non-smoker to a smoker who never leaves his cigarette and drinks vodka, Kirill, who has walked out of the ivory tower of the university, has long said goodbye to his favorite music scores and instruments, and replaced them with endless shells and repeated reloading.

Today's Kirill has no regrets about his choice.

In his own words, the Germans have left no stage for him to play with his heart and bring peace and happiness to people. How can he agree to those perverse racism that wants to destroy the people who live and work on this land and their motherland? Never!

Music scores and instruments cannot save the motherland in dire straits. Taking up arms and fighting those evil fascist invaders to the end is the only way out.

From delicate skin and gentle manners to now unshaven and dirty-faced, Kirill's great changes have been seen and remembered by all his comrades in the car.

Ivushkin, who needed to cooperate with Kirill the most, often joked that Kirill was now like a man, a man in a tank soldier's uniform, instead of when he just reported to work and needed Malashenko to teach him how to smoke, just like a little girl limping out of bed the day after her wedding night.

"Here, take it! Uh, this thing is so heavy!"

The propellant cartridges placed behind the fuel tanks on the left and right sides of the front of the chassis are not very convenient for loading and use.

This position is a bit too far from Kirill, the loader. He needs to bend down, crouch down to the side of the fuel tank, and then take the propellant cartridges of the 122 shells into his arms, and then stand up and move them to the turret and put them into the breech block. The whole process is very tiring and laborious just by listening.

Kirill, who already has his own reloading experience, likes to be prepared before the battle and put shells within his reach so that he can reload at any time and speed up the process. Therefore, Seryosha, who is the driver and located at the front end of the vehicle chassis, becomes Kirill's good helper.

He took the propellant cartridge handed over by Seryosha with both hands and held it in his arms. Kirill, who actively retracted his body and returned to the turret, placed the propellant cartridge by his hand and raised it vertically to make sure it was securely placed. At the same time, he was also speaking out to his main partner, Iushkin.

"What shell do you want for the first shot? Iushkin."

Iushkin, who was doing the final adjustment of the gun scope while aiming at the moving German tank target, did not look back and was busy with his own work while replying.

"Armor-piercing bullets! I want to move the head of the Leopard in the lead!"

The breech block of the turret was already open, and Malashenko, who took the initiative to help without Kirill having to say anything, turned around, opened the lock and removed an ammunition rack from the rear end of the turret behind him. A huge and thick 122 mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectile. Before Kirill could pick up the propellant barrel, he turned around and stuffed it into the breech of the gun.

"That's almost it. Get ready to watch those German guys ascend to heaven."

Before Malashenko finished speaking, the SU152 self-propelled artillery that had already taken a stance on the battlefield behind him and made full final preparations once again raised its elevation angle and fired fiercely, just as expected in the plan.