Chapter 1847 Leaving the Car without Permission

Malachenko had never expected that these fascist lackeys would still resist at this time. The train had derailed and the front of the train was blown apart. What was the point of resisting at this time?

You want to die, right? Okay, I'll help you!

Holding the radio transmitter in his hand, Malachenko was about to issue a "death notice" to these German bastards. When the transmitter was already at his lips, he suddenly remembered that he couldn't just hit the derailed carriages. There were the final mission targets of his trip, the batch of vital treasures.

He didn't know which carriage the Germans had put the treasures in. If he acted rashly and hit them randomly, he might blow up the treasures.

But if you think about it from another angle, there is no reason why the Germans can't understand what Malachenko can understand.

Thinking in this way, the Germans might have chosen this seemingly stupid move knowing this, and continued to fight to the death and resist stubbornly after the carriage derailed. Behind the seemingly meaningless and purely suicidal appearance, it is likely that they knew that Malashenko was afraid to attack them.

But because of this, the more Malashenko understood why these Germans did this, the more angry he became, as if he had eaten a fly in his mouth and was extremely disgusted.

Damn you? You really think I can't deal with you, right? I'll beat the shit out of you today!

In anger, Malashenko left his car without notifying anyone, jumped off the turret, jumped onto the platform freight yard and turned into an infantryman.

He was still holding the AK with a shortened barrel and a folding metal stock for self-defense, and he clearly didn't intend to stay in the car any longer, leaving Iushkin, who was confused and anxious, shouting behind him.

"Hey! What are you doing? It's dangerous outside, come back quickly!"

There was no response to Iushkin's loud shouts behind him. Malashenko didn't even look back and just stepped forward, walking down the platform freight yard in two steps.

Seeing this situation, Iushkin was completely at a loss. He wanted to get off the car and chase after the driver to protect him, but then he thought that even if he went there himself, the role he could play was limited, and the power of one person was not enough after all.

Iushkin made up his mind and randomly changed his position to Malashenko's seat. He turned around and fiddled with the radio next to Malashenko's seat, trying to connect to the desired channel according to the operation he had learned from memory. After making sure that he had adjusted to the desired radio frequency, he immediately picked up the radio transmitter and pressed the button to open the phone.

"Hello, does anyone hear me? Car 177 is calling, car 177 is calling!"

Iushkin didn't know if the radio frequency he had just adjusted was the channel he wanted. After some operations, of course, it was not blindly adjusted, but the kind of targeted frequency adjustment. Iushkin now did have a set target he wanted to call, and it depended on whether the channel was adjusted correctly.

Fortunately, Iushkin, who had received a complete training course for the captain, was relatively familiar with the radio station. After a series of anxious and random operations, he really connected to the target he wanted.

"Iushkin? Is that you?! Why are you calling? Where are the division commander and others?"

The person who spoke on the other end of the radio was the head of the infantry regiment, Valosha, and the person that Iushkin really wanted to talk to immediately. Now only the infantrymen under his command can protect the commander.

"Comrade commander left the command vehicle and left suddenly. I don't know what he was doing. He didn't tell me, but I feel that he should be commanding the final clearing battle of the infantry."

"He is alone now, without a single guard around him! He just left the freight yard platform and headed towards the waiting hall. Send someone to protect him quickly, and don't let the German stragglers in the station shoot him!"

As members of the core team around Malashenko, although Valosha and Iushkin have a big gap in position and rank, they are relatively familiar with each other and often meet because of Malashenko.

So when the division commander's special call sign echoed in his ears but it was not his own voice, Valosha, who felt that the voice was familiar, guessed that the person who was calling was Iushkin without much thought, but the news given by Iushkin at the speed of a machine gun was really shocking.

"What did you say!? The division commander left the car by himself? Without a guard!? I'm not saying it, why didn't you stop him!? What do you do as a gunner?"

Faced with Valosha's loud questioning full of disbelief and surprise on the other end of the radio, Iushkin could only smile helplessly.

"I wanted to stop him, but he didn't give me a chance at all, and do you think I could really stop him?"

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Valosha, who was holding the radio transmitter in his mobile command vehicle, was speechless for a moment. He blinked twice and then thought that now was not the time to talk nonsense. It was urgent to find the division commander and protect him first.

"Alright, leave this to me. I'll send someone to protect the division commander! We'll talk about the rest later. End of call."

Varosha, who had just put down the radio, did not dare to be negligent at all. He got off the car immediately after the call ended. He was still holding his standard infantry-length AK in his hand, and waved his hand to the guard company who had just arrived and were guarding him.

"Comrades! Comrade Division Commander is in danger in the station. He is alone and in urgent need of protection! Everyone in the guard company, follow me, find and protect Comrade Division Commander! Let's go!"

Soldiers are like a pack of scumbags, and the classic war philosophy of what kind of generals lead what kind of soldiers is reflected vividly and completely at this moment.

Malashenko himself left his command post and ran around. After receiving the news, Valosha was also worried about letting his subordinates do it, so he immediately decided to lead the team to find Comrade Division Commander. The two superiors and subordinates are simply the same.

So where is Comrade Division Commander at this moment? How is Comrade Ma now? What are you doing now?

At this moment, Malashenko was running quickly along the station square that had been run over by his own tank troops but had not yet been completely occupied by the follow-up infantry troops, towards the waiting hall where the most intense infantry battle had just broken out. His anxious look was so frightening that anyone who saw him would know that he was in a state of panic.