Chapter 674 Eat My Helmet

"These Germans are the same as before. It's no big deal. They will surrender as long as they exceed the limit of their endurance. They are slightly stronger than the French.

Iushkin, who leaned against the armor plate of the car behind him and used a lighter to light the cigarette in his mouth, looked down upon his opponents, the Germans, with a look of disdain.

"A bunch of fascist cowards and bastards, not like soldiers"

Iushkin, who was holding a cigarette between his fingers, was cursing. The German prisoners who were lining up and passing by under the escort of the Red Army soldiers couldn't help but cast a curious glance at this side. Unexpectedly, Iushkin noticed him and continued. Extremely unhappy.

"What are you looking at? Damn Hitler's lackey, wait until I send you to see your Kaiser's ass!"

With saliva flying from his mouth and yelling and cursing, Iushkin put the cigarette back into his mouth. He turned around and bent down to pick out a German steel helmet from the pile of captured weapons at his feet, and rounded it like a basketball. His arm smoothly hit the German prisoner of war who was looking this way just now.

boom--

"ah!"

Iushkin, who often went from car to car with Kirill to carry artillery shells into the tank, was very strong. He rounded his arms and threw a helmet, and then hit it firmly on the forehead, and so on. Under the circumstances, it was quite a respect to not have his brains splattered.

The German prisoner of war who fell to the ground after screaming was so violently hit by Iushkin that his head was bruised and bleeding. Several German prisoners of war who were walking beside him immediately stopped and helped their comrades off the ground. stand up.

The German prisoner of war, whose face was covered with blood, was hit in the head by Iushkin with a big hole. He seemed a little confused and couldn't walk. He needed the help of his comrades to move forward.

But even so, the German prisoners of war who had put down their weapons did not dare to complain at all. They kept their mouths shut and immediately accelerated forward as if nothing had happened.

The surrounding Red Army soldiers who were responsible for escorting prisoners of war saw this scene and none of them stood up to express their opinions. On the contrary, they even laughed and clapped their hands. Their extremely mocking laughter was like tourists watching a clown walking on stilts in a circus. soul.

"It's a beautiful smash, comrade! Look at these German guys, how happy they are, it's all written on their faces, haha!"

"Look, damn you! Do you want to be smashed again?"

"Come on, don't stop! Do you want to get beaten?"

The German army did not expect that they would be defeated, and the Soviet army responsible for blocking the incoming German army also did not expect that a group of their own tanks would suddenly appear and beat the German army to the ground. In just ten minutes, the German army was completely defeated. Raise your hands in surrender.

Everything happened so suddenly that everyone present was a little surprised and unexpected. Only the veterans of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment had long been accustomed to this.

For them, it was no surprise that the German soldiers surrendered after being beaten to the point of urinating.

After the battle, it was almost sunset. The sun in the distance was about to sink below the horizon, scattering its last rays of light to illuminate the ruined city shrouded in war. A day of roaring artillery fire finally came to an end for the soldiers fighting life and death on the front line and they could take a breather. This was true for both the Soviet and German armies.

After this brief surprise battle, Malashenko still had other things to do.

Although Railway Station No. 1 survived today, it does not mean that the German army will not continue to attack here tomorrow. Seizing the time to complete what he should do is Malashenko's top priority right now.

"Second Lieutenant Igor, this way, come here."

Second Lieutenant Igor, who was busy instructing his men to take care of the German prisoners of war, heard Malashenko's loud shouts behind him. He quickly looked back and confirmed that it was Malashenko who called him. He immediately grabbed the submachine gun on his shoulder. The strap trotted away.

"Comrade leader, are you looking for me?"

"Well, I have something to ask you. I would like to ask you what order you received before? Which area are you stationed in specifically? What kind of mission do you have?"

Malashenko vomited all the questions he was holding back in one breath, but this left Lieutenant Igor, who had received a large amount of information in an instant, confused.

Second Lieutenant Igor, scratching the back of his head, thought for a long time and finally decided to answer Malashenko's first question.

"The order I received was to immediately support the battle in Block 13 after crossing the bridge. As for how to support and what to do next, I did not receive a clear order, and I didn't know which area to garrison next. I was just thinking of sending someone Cross the bridge and return to the west of the city to contact the regiment headquarters and ask our regiment leader what to do next. "

Second Lieutenant Igor and more than a hundred people were traveling lightly and had no radio. Running back on foot to ask questions would obviously be very time-consuming and inconvenient.

Malashenko, who already had an idea in mind, had an idea. Second Lieutenant Igor's answer was the best for him. Malashenko, who was worried that he had no infantry in hand, would not let go of such a great opportunity.

"That's it, Second Lieutenant Igor. The order I got from the Army Group Headquarters is to defend the No. 1 train station. For this, I need more troops to defend here. Since you didn't get a follow-up clear order, you might as well join me. "Bian, with your joining in guarding the train station, a lot of pressure should be relieved."

Second Lieutenant Igor seemed a little happy and excited when he first heard Malashenko's suggestion, but after just a thought, it turned into hesitation and hesitation.

It is not difficult to guess what Lieutenant Igor is thinking, as his true thoughts are written on his face. Malashenko smiled heartily and put his arm around his shoulders, as if he was talking to a brother.

"I know what you are worried about, but don't be afraid. If your superiors blame you, I will explain for you. The responsibility is all on me, Lieutenant Igor."

If it were another lieutenant colonel who said this, Lieutenant Igor might not believe it. After all, if the division commander blamed him, then this black pot of running away in the face of battle is not something that everyone can bear, not even other commanders.

But now these words are spoken by the famous commander of the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko, who is known as the Red Army Tank Hero. The effect and role are completely different from those of ordinary lieutenant colonels.

In fact, since the first time he met Malashenko, Lieutenant Igor, who had heard of Malashenko's name, wanted to join such a heroic team and fight side by side.

Most of the young people fighting under the red flag have a certain degree of heroism in their hearts, and Lieutenant Igor himself is no exception.