Chapter 412 Blood in the Snow

Malachenko, who was busy climbing the car, immediately raised his head and looked around after hearing the familiar words ringing in his ears. He saw the anxious loader Kirill leaning his upper body out of the turret and stretching his entire right arm in front of him.

"Damn it! Kirill, you little idiot, why did you run out of the turret!? Are you going to die!?"

Kichenko chose to ignore the screams and shouts from Malachenko. He only wanted his driver to get out of the danger outside the car as soon as possible, but stretched out his right hand a little further.

"Damn it, I've never seen anyone more desperate than you, a little bastard!"

Malachenko, who was cursing and saying bad words, knew that this was not the time to continue talking nonsense, and immediately stretched out his right hand to Kirill's hand, which was close in front of him.

But sometimes the speed of a bullet in a flash is much faster than the human brain's reflex nerves. Kirill, who had his entire back exposed outside the turret and left to the German army, had no time to react or evade. A 92mm full-power rifle bullet fired by a 98K rifle instantly shot into Kirill's back at a distance of 200 meters.

"Uh"

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The right hand that was still trying to get closer to Malashenko suddenly trembled violently and stopped moving forward. Malashenko, who was wide-eyed and felt unbelievable about everything in front of him and had nothing in his heart, watched Kirill's mouth bleed at this distance within reach and his expression froze.

In a short moment, it seemed as if the time around him was about to stop. After a look of disbelief flashed across his face, Malashenko immediately rushed forward and held Kirill's right hand tightly, exclaiming.

"Kirill, Kirill!"

The screams from the turret with the hatch open, which obviously indicated something was wrong, attracted the attention of the other crew members in the vehicle. Iushkin, who was sitting in the gunner's position and waiting anxiously, turned around and ran forward first after hearing the sound. After a short stiffness, Kirill, who had already slumped all over, immediately fell backwards like cooked noodles and slumped in Iushkin's arms.

"Damn it, Kirill! What happened to Kirill!? This blood!? Kirill is bleeding, he is injured, where are you, comrade commander!?"

Malachenko, who failed to grab Kirill's right hand due to exhaustion, clenched his fist in the air and looked extremely annoyed. This brutal counterattack and surprise operation has not only caused Malachenko to lose many subordinates, but now it has also caused the crew members who have been with him day and night to be seriously injured and their lives are unknown.

The originally empty heart was quickly filled with anger. Malashenko, who was burning with anger, wanted to rush to the battlefield and skin the German soldiers alive. Knowing the terrible consequences of being hit by a full-power rifle bullet, Malashenko immediately turned over and jumped into the car.

"Comrade commander, Kirill, Kirill is bleeding a lot! We have to save him, we must save him, right now!"

Ignoring the screams of Iushkin who was holding Kirill in front of him, Malashenko, with a stiff face like a poker card, immediately stepped forward to check Kirill's injuries.

The 92mm Mauser rifle bullet shot straight from the right side of the back completely tore through the back muscles and hit it. Malashenko, who tore open Kirill's fireproof combat uniform and lining cotton coat, did not find any traces of penetrating wounds on the chest.

The news that the bullet with insufficient kinetic energy remained in the body for unknown reasons was obviously worse than a direct penetration injury. I wonder what the internal organs of Kirill's chest cavity are like now that he has fallen into a coma and completely lost consciousness.

I would rather believe that Kirill was just temporarily seriously injured and fainted than believe that this is the end.

He crumpled up the French-made white flag that he had just snatched from the surrendering German armored company commander and put it on Kirill's back wound to try to stop the bleeding temporarily.

Malashenko, whose mind was already in a mess and he didn't know what to think, then temporarily placed Kirill in his driver's seat and slowly leaned against it and put it properly.

Malashenko, whose heart was completely filled with anger, now only wanted to do one thing, that is, to use the intestines of the Germans on the opposite position to lubricate the somewhat stiff winter anti-skid tracks of his car.

"Seryosha, start! Don't ask me where the target is, don't stop until you crush all those Germans into a pile of meat paste!"

"Iushkin, prepare for battle! I'll load the shells for you! The work of searching and aiming is temporarily borne by you alone. Have you forgotten how you drove the T34 before?"

The early T34 tank with only two crew members in the turret is not only Malashenko's first vehicle, but also the first tank that Iushkin has driven and fought all the way to the present.

Along with Malashenko's rhetorical questions, he recalled the original scene of fighting in the narrow space of the T34 tank turret. He asked himself in his heart whether he had forgotten the difficult combat experience of being the commander and gunner before. Iushkin, who was full of thoughts on how to tear those Germans into pieces to avenge Kirill, immediately responded in a deep voice.

"Of course, comrade commander, just like I will never forget how to kill those Germans!"

"Then do what you should do, Iushkin, blast those Germans who are firing at us, high-explosive shells ready!"

Since he traveled through time and space to this battlefield of the Great Patriotic War, it was the second time he worked as a loader. Malashenko, who was fighting in Kirill's position, turned back without saying a word. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the parking gap just now, Kirill's hands moved the neatly stacked shells from the ammunition rack under the chassis to the first ammunition rack at the rear of the turret and presented them in front of Malashenko.

"Fuck your mother's Germans, this round is for your bastard leader!"

Malashenko, who cursed Iushkin in a low voice, did not understand what he said at all. He immediately reached out his hands and touched the first shell ready to be fired on the outermost side of the ammunition rack in front of him. The fixed 85mm high-explosive shell that connected the projectile and the propellant cartridge was not only longer in size but also heavier than the 76mm shell.

The nearly 30-pound weight, which was nothing at ordinary times, seemed like a thousand pounds in the hands of Malashenko, who was already close to the limit of physical exhaustion.

Gritting his teeth, he stuffed the 85mm fixed high-explosive shell that was about to fall out of his hand into the breech block. Malashenko, who was already exhausted and panting, immediately responded with a low roar without raising his head.