Chapter 1306 Comrade, Give Me Two Boxes of Bullets!

It was really sudden that his precious machine gun was suddenly taken away by someone else.

Kirill, who had just become the commander, had never seen this before. Kirill had never received any information in advance, and no one had communicated with him using the phone hanging on the back of the car. In short, his commander's machine gun was directly taken away and started firing.

If your things were suddenly taken away and used by someone without saying a word, would you be angry?

Maybe, most people would, but there is one thing to say that this matter also needs to be distinguished between situations and occasions.

For example, now, the people standing outside the car operating the double-mounted Deschka on the circular guide rail are his comrades and comrades-in-arms, and the targets of the concentrated fire are the Germans who are running around like groundhogs, that is, the enemy.

Would Kirill still be angry in this situation?

Of course not, if he could kill more Germans with this double-mounted Deschka, that would be a good thing.

"Keep loading and firing freely. I'll go check out the situation outside. Pay attention and cover me."

Since he stepped down from the position of loader, Kirill's physical condition has indeed improved at a visible speed.

According to Karachev's diagnosis, Kirill is now in the golden period of his life, and as long as he doesn't do those heavy physical work that will inevitably accelerate the deterioration of his condition. Although Kirill's physical condition is not completely cured, it will at least not continue to deteriorate in a critical direction.

What will happen when you are old, no one can predict it now, so it is better to leave the sequelae to the future.

Kirill, who is basically in the best state, opened the turret hatch on his head with almost no effort, and then carefully stuck half of his head out.

It doesn't matter if Kirill doesn't stick his head out, but as soon as he sticks his head out, he immediately feels that his tank cap has been hit by several hard objects in succession, and he is caught off guard.

Kirill, with the deafening roar of the heavy machine gun in his ears, subconsciously lowered his head and glanced twice, and then what caught his eyes were several 7mm shells and cartridges as thick as thumbs. These broken things fell into the snow on the dome of the tank turret with a scorching high temperature, and now they were hissing white smoke, telling the temperature that could burn bubbles on human skin.

"Fortunately it didn't fall into my neck."

Just at this brief moment when Kirill felt fortunate, the roaring sound of the heavy machine gun above his head suddenly stopped, and then a sudden shout came from behind.

"Hey! Comrade, this thing has run out of bullets, do you have spare ones in your car!?"

Looking back subconsciously in the direction of the sound, Kirill first saw the absolutely huge and strong figure of the man in front of him. It is no exaggeration to say that this guy is as strong as a bear, tall and big.

"This guy must be two meters tall, taller than Comrade Tank Commander!"

Although he has left the legendary and glorious No. 177 crew and no longer works there, Kirill, who always regards himself as a member of the No. 177 crew, still calls Malashenko "Comrade Tank Commander" instead of "Comrade Division Commander".

Sometimes, being able to call Malashenko "Comrade Tank Commander" represents a symbol of identity and is very intimate. It is not something you can just call anyone casually.

Kirill is proud to be able to call Malashenko in this way. The legendary No. 177 crew is not only comrades, but also brothers. Even after leaving the steel body that united everyone and fought together, they are still a family forever, and this will never change from beginning to end.

This unknown brother who met for the first time in the back of the car asked him for bullets. Knowing that the battle situation was urgent, Kirill took less than two seconds to react and gave an answer.

"Wait, I'll get it for you in the car!"

A heavy tank with strong armor and powerful guns is both a mobile ammunition depot and fuel depot.

The huge IS6 heavy tank not only stores 122mm projectiles and propellant cartridges that are enough for the entire high-intensity battle. At the same time, it also carries a large number of spare bullets for coaxial machine guns and roof machine guns. These machine gun ammunition have all been prepared in advance and pressed into the ammunition belt and loaded into the ammunition box. They can be used very conveniently on the battlefield without any ambiguity.

Kiril, who knew that the thing on the outside of the turret was a twin-mounted monster, simply picked up a box in each hand, lifted the two boxes of full ammunition over his head at once, and sent them out.

Two boxes of full 7mm heavy machine gun bullets may sound nothing, but only those who really know the business know that it is much more difficult to lift these two things over your head with one in each hand than to practice wrestling with a leather jacket man in the gym locker room.

Just by looking at Kirill's ability to lift two fully loaded ammunition boxes over his head with one in each hand, Yegorovich, who was also a machine gunner, knew that the person who could complete this job without any difficulty was definitely not an ordinary person.

80% of the time, this guy was also a physical worker like me before?

Yegorovich thought as he stretched out his hands and took the two boxes of ammunition at the same time.

"Take good care of my gun! I will check it after the battle. Don't damage it! If you damage it, I will settle the account with you!"

The roof-mounted machine gun of Kirill's platoon-level command vehicle is really special. If you look at the entire Stalin Guards 1st Tank Division, you can't find another one. Even the top of the head of the division commander Malashenko's car is only a single-mounted 7mm Deska anti-aircraft heavy machine gun. It is a standard configuration. Top mechanic Karamov has no time to test all of them. tanks, carry out one-on-one targeted magic modifications.

Moreover, our Comrade Lao Ma himself did not raise this need, right?

A piece of flesh was blown off his left hand, which was simply bandaged. It was difficult for Yegorovich to change ammunition, and the Deshka anti-aircraft heavy machine gun was a type he rarely used. I can't say that I am completely unfamiliar with it, but at least I haven't actually used it a few times. The slightly unfamiliar reloading action and the serious wounds on my hands are obviously slower than the smooth and smooth reloading of MG42 just now.

"Damn it! My hands really hurt!"

The more anxious and rough the reloading action accelerated the blood circulation in his left hand. The large amount of bright red blood overflowing from the wound soon became soaked in the casually wrapped rag bandage.

After hanging up the two ammunition boxes one by one, Yegorovich raised his right hand and pulled the gun bolt. After a crisp "click" sound, this terrifying double-mounted 7mm beast took on a new lease of life. The black and sturdy gun Once again, the mouth pointed accurately at the target with the swing of his hands.