Chapter 760: Future Peeping

What kind of experience would it be if a person could watch everything that happened in more than ten hours in less than a second?

Malashenko didn't know what kind of experience this was before, and he had never even imagined it.

But after experiencing all this personally, Malashenko covered his right eye, which had endured the entire imaging process in less than a second, and gasped like a survivor who had just climbed out of hell alive.

"Drink ah - ha - ha - drink - drink -"

The pain that seemed to tear apart his eyeballs and the entire spiritual world was still tearing at Malashenko's mind. It was hard to imagine what he had experienced in the previous moment, and now he couldn't figure it out at all.

"What happened just now? What did I see?"

"Why did I see Natalia's tombstone? Who is that woman who looks exactly like Natalia but is called Natasha? How the hell did I become a marshal again!?"

Everything that could not be understood by common sense lingered in Malashenko's mind, rotating and lasting like a magnificent and dazzling galaxy.

Malashenko couldn't figure out what the scene he had just seen with his own eyes was.

For more than ten hours, Malashenko's soul was like a baby imprisoned in a cage, unable to make a sound or control the slightest movement of his body. He could only quietly witness the arrival and occurrence of all this from a first-person perspective and as a bystander.

Malashenko was sure that he saw Michel Wittmann in the uniform of the East German People's Army, as the old man called himself.

Although Iushkin, who was wearing a marshal's uniform, was old and had some gray hair on his temples, the familiar face was undoubtedly Iushkin. Malashenko swore in his heart that he would never make a mistake!

T80U and BMP3 were lined up neatly, and the Red Army soldiers holding AK74 assault rifles shouted and surrounded him like stars surrounding the moon.

The formation of Su-24 Fencer fighter-bombers whizzing over the head, the two bright mushroom clouds rising from the ground in the distance, and the NATO officers in Cold War uniforms who were killed on the spot by his own eyes

What the hell is going on with all this! ?

"Uh ah ah ah ah! Ah ah ah!"

The force of covering his right eye tightly seemed to be so strong that it could forcibly dig the eyeball out of the eye socket, and the loud shouting in the closed space of the turret seemed to be able to penetrate the armor and forcibly cover the engine noise and resound through the sky.

"Comrade Tank Commander, what happened to you?"

Malachenko experienced unimaginable things for more than ten hours as if the world time stopped. After the world time stopped and recovered, he immediately endured a large number of visual images that were forced into his mind in an instant. This huge mental pressure and the pain that can crush a person's soul alive are impossible for ordinary people to understand, let alone imagine.

It is nothing more than Kirill, Iushkin, and Seryosha who are in fierce fighting, staring at Malachenko with their worried and extremely surprised expressions.

With his left hand supporting the turret armor beside him, his right hand is still tightly covering his right eye that is still in severe pain and slowly raising his head.

Although Malachenko still did not speak, Iushkin and Kirill, the two people closest to Malachenko in the tank, could clearly see a lot of beads of sweat flowing down Malachenko's forehead, just like boiled water gurgling out of a pot.

"I'm fine, keep fighting!"

"Are those Germans still resisting? Drive them all down the hill, Mamayev Kurgan is ours! Keep fighting, quick!"

Yes, although everything seen in the image vision has fast-forwarded time to 1989 in an unknown timeline, the real timeline of this world where Malashenko is still in Stalingrad in 1942, on the fiercely contested Mamayev Kurgan.

The German bodies that were crushed into meat by Malashenko's car were lying on the ground, and countless Red Army soldiers who rushed to the top of the hill from the halfway up the mountain were stepping on the human flesh mud again and again, shouting the slogan of charge and running forward to fight bravely.

The First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, which had almost all rushed to the top of the hill, was following the pre-planned attack formation and rushing to the front to cover the infantry and rushing straight to the German defense line deep at the top of the hill.

Among all the Soviet tanks, only Malashenko's No. 177 regiment command vehicle was motionless, as if it had been destroyed by the Germans. It looked very strange.

Feeling the pain gradually subside, Malashenko gradually loosened his right hand, but the next scene of seeing the sun again frightened the crew members who were still staring at Malashenko and worried.

"Comrade commander, how could your eyes become like this?"

He blinked and found that his vision was not affected, but Malashenko could clearly see the "strange" problem from the expressions of the people around him.

Realizing that something unexpected might have happened to his right eye, Malashenko turned sideways and rummaged through the small satchel next to his seat as the driver. He soon found a half-palm-sized mirror in his palm. This was a trophy he had looted from a German soldier’s body before. He thought it might be useful, so he kept it.

He slowly moved the small mirror in his palm in front of him and put his face close to it. An expression of shock appeared on Malashenko’s face.

“My eyes, how could my eyes become like this!?”

Although the body he inherited was not peerless, it was at least suave, handsome and cool. Malashenko thought so before.

But now, his right eye, with bulging veins and bulging blood vessels, seemed to be placed on his face like a big eyeball monster deeply infected by the virus in the biochemical crisis.

If it weren't for the two swollen blood vessels in his eye sockets, Malashenko even suspected that his eyeballs would fall to his feet immediately. Such a scene could give an unprepared person a heart attack.

"What the hell did I go through! Huh?"