Chapter 473: Make Do with It

A full truck of 85mm shells and 88mm armor-piercing shells exploded into a fiery fireball. The steel body that was close to the 50-ton mark could not withstand such an amazing energy expansion. In the blink of an eye, the thick armor plate was torn apart and exploded on the spot.

The armor fragments that were shattered and splashed from the tank body and turret by the shock wave almost killed Malashenko. The armor fragments that almost whistled along the roots of his ears even made Malashenko feel the scorching temperature.

He subconsciously reached out to touch his ears and thought he had been hit by shrapnel. Malashenko, who had no blood on his palm, was not happy at all.

There was no need to guess the scene where the armor was blown into pieces. His KV85 heavy tank baby car behind him must have been blown to pieces and could no longer be used.

Originally, he was still hoping that if there was no ammunition, he could still clean up and use it again. After all, he finally got a good car and didn't want to go back to the hard days of driving KV1. But the terrible reality now undoubtedly completely shattered the remaining fantasy in Malashenko's heart.

"Damn, my car! I'll fuck your mother's Germans!"

Malashenko, who was bleeding in his heart, didn't dare to stop running all the way. The situation exposed in the vast snowfield made Malashenko and his team very dangerous. Since the German army that could leave 88 guns behind might still have a few MG34s hidden there, if a burst of guns came at them, these four good brothers would definitely become a hornet's nest.

Malashenko, who was panting, almost plunged into the snow pit not far in front of him in a dog-eating-shit posture. This originally inconspicuous snow pit has now become the only hiding place for Malashenko's four-man crew.

Although it was a bit crowded for four people to lie in the pit together, at least they could hide their bodies and shrink their heads to stay hidden. Such favorable conditions were simply irresistible to Malashenko, who had become an unarmed infantryman.

After lying in the pit and making sure that he had hidden his body well, he raised his head and quietly looked out of the pit. He saw his car, which was twisted and deformed in the flames, and the entire tank body and turret armor were blown into a pile of popcorn and almost fell apart. Malashenko, who had always treated the prototype KV85 as a treasure, felt so distressed.

"Fuck you, my car! My car! I have to go back to drive that broken KV1 again, damn!"

Iushkin, who was lying on the left hand side of Malashenko, also saw the miserable appearance of his car. After biting his lips, Iushkin, who was also very distressed, turned his head and spoke quietly to Malashenko.

"Comrade tanker, our tank is gone"

"Can you stop talking nonsense!? I'm not blind! I saw the tank is gone, those bastard Germans!"

Malachenko, who was in a bad mood, scolded Iushkin without thinking. Iushkin, who was scolded by his tanker comrade, was like a child who had done something wrong. He didn't know what to say. After thinking for a while, he finally retracted his head into the pit and said nothing with a sad expression.

Just when Malachenko and his party were heartbroken for the loss of their vehicles.

After Malachenko's No. 177 regiment command vehicle was destroyed, he naturally took over the temporary battlefield command. Lavrinenko, who was commanding his castrated KV220 vehicle, decided not to continue fighting.

Compared to the rash and reckless pursuit of the Germans, and the foreseeable casualties along the way, which might not necessarily bring a corresponding reward, Lavrinenko, who was relatively calmer and more capable than Malashenko, simply chose to retreat directly, taking Malashenko and his team, who had no tanks left and were extremely fragile, with them first.

"All crews, back up! We're retreating!"

The Soviet tank soldiers who kept the strongest front armor facing the enemy and began to switch to reverse gear and slowly retreat soon discovered a strange and surprising phenomenon.

As the Soviet tanks slowly retreated and stopped advancing, the German 88 guns, which had just been firing at full power, stopped firing now, and only the bleak wind rustled on the cold snowfield.

If you must say, this strange scene is just like a drill. The red and blue armies, which were just firing artillery shells, now completely stopped fighting with the sound of the rest call.

After witnessing this scene, Malashenko, who still felt a little weird, woke up in a moment.

The order these Germans received was not to cause heavy casualties to the Soviet tank troops, but just to repel the Soviet tanks.

Unlike the Japanese devils, the German soldiers also wanted to live, and they naturally did not want to die if they could save their lives. Since the Soviet tanks have begun to retreat, there is no need to continue firing. What if these bears who drink vodka as plain water are really annoyed, and they rush up desperately regardless of life and death and casualties, not afraid of dying together, this is the scene that the German 88 artillery crew least wants to see.

The Soviet tanks that had reached an "invisible tacit understanding" with the German 88-guns retreated unharmed. The Germans, who used a total of three 88-guns to win this tactical victory, were obviously unlucky to pick a tank to lead at random. On the ever-changing battlefield, the luck of the commander's car is comparable to winning a five million lottery ticket in later generations.

The German 88 gun crews, who didn't understand why the Soviet army retreated hastily after losing only six or seven tanks, rejoiced in their hearts for the hard-won victory and took a breather.

At the same time, Lavrinenko, who had already driven his car next to Malashenko, immediately stopped the car, leaned out of the turret and waved towards Malashenko and his party, and blurted out loud and clear words.

"Get in the car, don't be stunned, hurry up!"

The unwilling Malashenko also knew that his life was the most important at the moment. No matter how unwilling Malashenko was without his tank, he could not continue to pursue the retreating Grossdeutschland Infantry Regiment. The hard facts do not allow Malashenko to make any changes.

After staggering out of the snow pit, he immediately climbed onto Lavrinenko's car on his hands and knees as quickly as possible. Malashenko, who originally planned to lie down outside the turret, heard another sound. Open your mouth and yell.

"Malashenko, what are you doing standing there!? Get in the car, you can't stay outside!"