Chapter 699: The Humble Son

Two M39 egg-shaped grenades with a charge of 112 grams were not very powerful, but they were enough to break a complete human body into pieces of flesh with blood splashing everywhere.

The large amount of sticky and blurred flesh that almost broke apart from the armor on the front of the vehicle did indeed have the desired practical effect as Colonel Wex, who had some knowledge of heavy equipment such as tanks, had expected.

The driver's observation window was instantly covered by a whole piece of bloody flesh. Shelyosha, who lost his vision and was left with only a bloody darkness, had to stop the car and release the accelerator pedal. The IS heavy tank prototype, which was charging at full speed, even continued to rush forward for several meters before it stopped due to inertia.

"Comrade commander, I can't see anything!"

"I know, Shelyosha."

Malashenko, who was still staring at the commander's periscope, was very clear about what had just happened at this very close distance.

To be precise, Malashenko even saw how the German commander took out two grenades that were obviously prepared long ago from his pocket, forcibly tore off the portable rings on his index and middle fingers, and then suddenly pulled the trigger, and stuffed them into the pocket of the jacket of the other German soldier who was carrying him all the way.

Even Kirill, who was the closest to Malashenko as a loader, did not notice that Malashenko, who had been calm from the beginning, had a subtle change in expression on his face.

If Kirill had the luck to see it in time, it would not be difficult for him to find it.

This subtle change in expression on Malashenko's face at this moment, if described in human language, is called anger.

Without giving Seryosha any further orders, Malashenko immediately opened the turret hatch above his head without saying a word, and with his upper body out of the turret with his bare hands, he grabbed the commander's machine gun specially installed for him, put the rear sight on the front sight, and then aimed at the target in one go.

Malashenko exhaled lightly, and it took less than a second for his brain to fully integrate into the precise aiming state of man and gun unity.

The 7mm DShK heavy machine gun has a powerful power that can destroy light armored vehicles. It is natural to imagine what the consequences will be when it hits a flesh-and-blood human body.

If possible, Malashenko wants to keep that bastard alive, at least let him slowly die when he thinks it is appropriate and in the way he thinks it is appropriate.

Confident that he had aimed at the desired part, Malashenko pulled the trigger and fired suddenly. The 7mm machine gun bullets in the ammunition box immediately jumped up and turned into flames, spewing out wildly from the muzzle of the gun.

The 7mm heavy machine gun bullets that could easily tear through the defense of even a half-track armored vehicle accurately hit the two calves, breaking the legs used to escape on the spot while the earth and stone debris were splashed. The broken body that lost balance and fell forward by inertia immediately let out a piercing wail.

"Legs, my legs!"

Ura! ! !

Ura——

Along with the painful wail, there was also a thunderous roar that came from the south of the station as it got closer and closer.

Division Commander Chelchenkov completed his mission and commanded his troops to tear apart the temporary defense line of the German army gathered in the south of the station and tried to resist the Red Army's counterattack. Then he ordered the troops to continue to charge and march all the way to the north of the station where Malashenko was.

The large German army that was following behind Malashenko was caught off guard by the fully equipped infantry division commanded by Division Commander Chelchenkov.

The unprepared and hasty response was quickly contained and repelled on the spot by the concentrated force's superior charge. The fierce hand-to-hand combat broke out in the central area of ​​the north-south railway station.

But no matter how fierce the gunfire and shouts from behind were, at least at this moment, the last remaining German army Malashenko faced was the scum whose legs were crippled by himself.

Compared to the Soviet soldiers who were rushing northward like waves to support the charge, Colonel Wex, who had completely lost his ability to move, was more afraid of the cold-faced man who broke his legs and then jumped down from the motionless tank turret.

Looking at the cold-gleaming pistol that Malashenko had pulled out from the holster of his waist belt, Colonel Wex, who almost forgot the pain in his legs for a moment, immediately shouted at the man who kept walking in front of him in fluent Russian.

"I don't want to kill me! I am a colonel of the German Wehrmacht Infantry Division! I know a lot of important information, which is very useful to you! Listen, we can cooperate, I will tell you what I know, you just need to let me live safely!"

Malashenko, with a smile on his face, did not give a direct answer, but came to Colonel Wex, who was sitting on the ground, without comment, squatted down and spoke slowly with an almost equal perspective.

"Know a lot of important information? Are you willing to cooperate with us? Hmm? Then you should be able to live"

Before he finished speaking, Malashenko turned around and pointed with the gun in his hand slowly at the location of Seryosha, who had already gotten out of the car and was cleaning up the minced meat and blood stains on the observation window, as if he was not aware of it. Emotional words then blurted out.

"Now tell me the first important piece of information, what's going on?"

Feeling that his blood and vitality were rapidly draining from the wounds on his legs, Colonel Weeks, who did not want to die here, just wanted to prove his worth and attitude as quickly as possible.

"That's just a low-class man! A humble worker's son! There are as many of these people as there are. They are just consumables reduced to numbers in the war. Being able to sacrifice his life for me is already his greatest honor! It's nothing at all. key big shot"

Malashenko completely misguessed what the original intention of these words was.

Colonel Weeks, who was still half-sitting on the ground and bleeding profusely, watched helplessly as Malashenko slowly stood up from his side. His extremely indifferent expression showed no intention of calling medical staff to rescue him.

"Seryozha! Get on your tank and get to work!"

"Okay, Comrade Commander!"

Seryosha, who had already cleaned up all the blood and minced meat, quickly returned to his post. He seemed to have realized something from the roaring roar of the diesel engine again. Colonel Weeks was immediately frightened. The ultimate expression covered his face.

"You just said I could live."

"Humph, alive?"

Malashenko, standing next to Colonel Weeks, was extremely indifferent, and the last words he had prepared for this scumbag immediately blurted out.

"Ask yourself, how can there be such a good agreement in the world? Especially for a scum like you!"

His eyes widened instantly with a look of disbelief. Colonel Weeks couldn't believe that everything he just heard was true.

"You, you! No, I am a colonel, I have great value, this is impossible! He is the son of a lowly worker, why are you doing this, why!!!"

The No. 177 IS heavy tank prototype, accurately controlled by Seryosha, rumbled past Malashenko less than half a meter away. A scream of despair that could not understand the cruel facts until death echoed in the smoke. The sky over the station that has not yet dispersed lingers for a long time.

He repeatedly turned on the lighter twice before drawing out the flame and lighting the cigarette in his mouth. He took a deep breath of the cigarette and turned his back to the scene of the car accident. Then he quietly raised his head and looked at the blue sky above his head.

"A worker's son? Unfortunately, that was also my identity."