Steel Soviet Union

Chapter 686 Death Station (VII)

It was 10:58 a.m., and the German army, which had been fighting for the whole morning, was finally exhausted like a water-cooled engine that had been running at full power for half a day.

Now, for the German army, which had suffered heavy casualties and equipment losses and was still on the offensive, the boiling cooling water needed some time to cool down before it could continue to operate efficiently. The exhausted German soldiers needed to eat something hot to fill their stomachs even if their morale was high. The fierce exchange of fire that had been crackling for the whole morning finally came to an end.

In the waiting hall of the railway station, which was almost half collapsed by the bombardment of German tanks, Malashenko, Lavrinenko, Political Commissar Petrov, and all the remaining surviving officers and soldiers were gathered together.

On the dilapidated table covered with dust from the roof, the defense map of the railway station was spread out. Political Commissar Petrov, who had the best drawing ability among all the people on the scene, was lying in front of the map, holding a pencil with his only remaining arm to carefully measure the map and mark the most accurate division of power.

"The entire south side of the railway station and the main defensive positions in the west are now occupied by the Germans."

"We still have about 65% of the defensive positions in our hands, including the four reinforced warehouses, the six armored train cars parked on the rails, and the waiting hall where we are now."

Using the drawing pencil in his hand to explain the current situation in detail to the people around the table, Political Commissar Petrov continued to speak with a heavy tone.

"The casualties are not optimistic. Including officers and soldiers and non-combatants, there are less than 800 people left who can hold guns. There are currently 26 tanks left that can fight, and 4 of them have mechanical failures and can only serve as fixed turrets."

"There are only 30% of anti-tank guns and heavy machine guns. Although there is still plenty of ammunition, the main problem now is that we may not have so many people to consume all the ammunition."

The German army suffered heavy losses, but the losses suffered by Malashenko were almost equal to those of the German army, and this was still under the advantage of the defensive side waiting for the opportunity.

The German army, which had much more troops and technical equipment than Malashenko, used almost no tricks or tactics. In the battle this morning, they simply used the simplest and most difficult to crack frontal strength to suppress almost everyone, including Malashenko, and made them breathless.

The US military, which later controlled the world's strongest military, had a military motto called "If tactics can kill elephants, what is the use of hunting rifles?".

Malashenko, who was at an absolute disadvantage in strength, now personally experienced the true meaning of the American's words.

Indeed, in the face of the German army's absolute strength crushing offensive, Malashenko, who could not leave the railway station, a place that had to be defended, could hardly find any effective tactical countermeasures. All the attention and strategies that flashed through his mind seemed so pale and powerless.

If similar battles continued in the afternoon and no reinforcements were received, Malashenko guessed that it might be a problem whether he could survive tonight.

Lavrinenko, Nikolayev and Political Commissar Petrov all looked at Malashenko, waiting for Malashenko, as the military commander, to come up with some effective countermeasures to solve the problem.

However, it was obvious that Malashenko, who had just experienced Nikolai's sacrifice, was in a bad mood.

Malashenko, who supported the table with both hands and lowered his head, looked unprecedentedly lost. He couldn't count how many times he had experienced the loss of his comrades, but this time he felt the heart-wrenching pain he had never experienced before.

Nikolai was not just a simple comrade to Malashenko, but also a member of the No. 177 five-man crew who had made a vow together.

Malashenko, whose mind was in a mess, couldn't help but think of the scene when he suddenly appeared in the original T3476 tank when he first came to this world.

Nikolai was not only one of the crew members who accompanied Malashenko from the beginning, but also the first loader who cooperated with Malashenko to survive the first battle of the crossing. His extraordinary and important significance is far beyond any previous similar experience.

The brutal battle took Nikolai's life at an unexpected speed. Malashenko did not even have the opportunity to take out the small wooden capsule containing Nikolai's identity card. Without any other options, he could only accept the fact that Nikolai had left forever.

People in later generations often say that only when you lose something will you know how to cherish it.

Malashenko asked himself that he cherished every comrade of the No. 177 crew who made a vow together, but even so, he could not escape the misfortune of losing. Perhaps the adjustment of personnel configuration caused by the change of cars to transfer Nikolai was a catastrophic mistake in itself.

All this was caused by his decision that could not predict the future.

Bang——

With tears welling up in his eyes, Malashenko clenched his teeth and punched the table in front of him.

The German invaders took away very important things from Malashenko time and time again, which caused Malashenko, who had nothing to do with this cruel war and had no sense of belonging, to develop a deep hatred that continued to spread wildly in his heart.

Nikolai's sacrifice was like a powerful catalyst for all this hatred.

Malachenko, who was full of murderous intent and almost biting his teeth, wanted to stuff all the German soldiers outside under the tracks of his car and grind them into a pile of meat paste.

This had nothing to do with any national righteousness. It was just the will derived from the deep hatred that grew in Malachenko's heart.

"If there is no reinforcement, we commanders will be the reinforcements of the soldiers. If there is a lack of weapons, we will rob them from the Germans. If there are no sandbags for building positions, we will pile up the bodies of the Germans at our feet! Even if we all die here today, we will bury all the Germans in this train station! This is their grave!"

Malachenko, who had already cut off all contact with his distant past life, thought that he had died once. Driven by hatred, Malachenko, who was not afraid of wearing shoes even if he was barefoot, did not mind dying a second time.

This body, this time and space, everything in this familiar yet strange world does not belong to him, but only this deep hatred is engraved in the depths of his soul and can never be erased. Only revenge is the only obsession and the best antidote for Malashenko at this moment.

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