Chapter 1156 Scream

Oleg, who ran up in a hurry with the Tokarev pistol in his hand, looked very flustered. He was really worried that one of the three shots he had just fired at the German stick might penetrate the enemy's flesh and injure Valosha. Anyone familiar with the Tokarev TT33 pistol knows that the huge lethality of this thing is not to be underestimated.

"Hey! Valosha, are you okay? How are you?"

Major Valosha, who was pressed under the SS corpse, seemed to be fine. Before Oleg, who kept asking questions, came to his side, Major Valosha, who supported himself with one hand, pushed away the more than 100 pounds of stinky meat pressing on him, and sat up on the spot with a carp.

"I'm fine, but you'd better find me some cloth to bandage the wound, gauze is best!"

Major Valosha, who was panting, raised his right hand while speaking. Oleg, who hurried to Valosha's side, stared and saw it clearly. Valosha, who had just used his right hand without any protective measures to hold the bayonet, now had his entire right hand cut by the sharp blade and was bleeding.

"Oh! Damn it, Valosha, you idiot! Why did you use your hand to grab the bayonet? Are you crazy?"

Although he complained like this, and seemed quite dissatisfied with Valosha's bold behavior just now, Oleg's actual actions were very honest. He tore off a piece of his sleeve from the broken gap with a swish at almost the fastest speed, facing the slightly cleaner lining to the palm of Major Valosha's hand, and began to bandage the wound with both hands.

"If I didn't pull that German down, we might both die. At that time, no one had a bullet in their gun, and the German was still in a high position."

Oleg had to admit that what Valosha said was indeed correct.

When the SS soldier suddenly jumped out and appeared in front of him, Oleg, who had no gun to use, even planned to fly over and knock the bastard German down first, but in the end, Valosha, who reacted more quickly, was one step faster.

Seeing that Oleg, who was only concerned with bandaging his wounds to stop the bleeding, did not reply and just listened, Major Valosha, who remained calm, raised his head slightly and looked out from the top of the trench. The scene he saw was quite bad.

"Damn it! There are too many Germans. If this continues, we will lose sooner or later. It is difficult for us to organize an organized defense now. We are almost fighting on our own.

Oleg naturally knew that Valosha was telling the truth, but he was still calm and calm. He didn't speak until he finally tied the simple bandage with his hands.

"What are you going to do? We can't contact the brigade commander now. All commands and orders must be judged by you. "

These days, there are no intercoms or radios for infantry-tank coordination. Even if there are, they all rely on wired telephones equipped in the command vehicles at all levels of the Stalin Guards 1st Heavy Tank Brigade. Other than that, they can only rely on self-judgment and telepathy on the battlefield.

What Oleg said was true. Valosha really had no way to contact Malashenko now, let alone how to get orders from Malashenko. Everything could only be decided by his own command experience.

The SS soldier who came out of nowhere just now has made Major Valosha realize that his defense has completely lost its organization and is in a terrible situation of fighting alone. It has always been a taboo for the defenders without manpower supply.

Perhaps the close combat situation on the SS side is also not good. Facts have proved that many times the close combat between the enemy and us is carried out without cover. But even the SS is almost fighting alone. The advantage is still on their side in the final analysis. Who can blame them for having three divisions of troops?

If they continue to waste time like this, the first to finish will definitely be their side. Realizing that the battle situation can no longer be hesitated, Major Valosha strengthened his determination and let himself bear all the responsibility even if he is held accountable afterwards.

"Comrade, squad leaders of all companies and platoons, lead your comrades to retreat immediately! You must organize along the trenches and communication trenches, and you can't let the chaos turn into a rout! If you can't contact the commanders and fighters, let the soldiers convey it, quickly! "

Oleg glanced at Major Varosha and did not dissuade or hesitate. He immediately picked up the MP40 submachine gun that fell on the ground beside him and prepared to get up and leave to execute the order.

But at this moment, an unexpected situation suddenly occurred.

A shell that came from nowhere hit the upper edge of the trench where Major Varosha and Oleg were located. Although this shell did not hit the trench directly, it still caused huge damage that could not be ignored.

Boom--

A dull loud noise that was too late to dodge was shocking and echoed in the ears. In the blur, Major Varosha tried to open his eyes wide, and felt as if he had lost his hearing. The battlefield, which was originally filled with the sound of gunfire, was now filled with the sound of tinnitus that stretched into an infinite line, and even the entire visible world in his eyes became blurry and shook upside down.

"Huhuah"

Major Varosha, who was breathing heavily, realized that he was not dead yet. He was just blown back by a shell that hit him at close range and fell hard on the earthen wall of the trench. Although his entire back hurt as if it was about to break, he was still able to struggle to stand up.

"Damn it, Oleg Oleg! How are you? Get up!"

Major Varosha staggered and staggered, and hurried to Oleg who was not far away.

Oleg, who was discussing countermeasures with him just now, fell to the ground like a puppet with his soul stripped away, without saying a word or making any movement.

Major Varosha, who couldn't hear clearly, knelt on the ground, stretched out his arms and shook Oleg who fell to the ground, and when he saw that there was no movement, he lifted his good brother up and turned him over.

Oleg, who was instantly blown away and stunned by the shock wave of the shell, finally struggled to survive with heavy breathing after such manipulation.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo, what happened just now? Were we not killed in the explosion?!"

Oleg, who had just woken up, was still in shock, but Major Varosha, who was extremely vigilant, had already stuck his head out again, looking straight at the battlefield in front of him, looking for a target. He wanted to see which bastard almost took his life just now.