Chapter 776 Meyer's French Sausage

"Fuck! I almost peed!"

The huge shock coming from the ground shook everything in the hospital ward. Malashenko, who had just come back from the toilet in a hospital gown, almost fell to the ground with his hands on the wall.

The military water bottle on the bedside table of the bed fell to the ground with a clang. Most of the water that was not finished last night was instantly poured all over the floor. It seemed that the whole world was shaking constantly, which was rare even for the battle-hardened Malashenko.

"Damn, these damn Germans must be throwing big sweet potatoes again! Fuck their ancestors!"

Big sweet potatoes, this is the nickname that Malashenko gave to the single one-ton heavy-duty bomb used by the German Air Force to demolish buildings.

In the First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, everyone is used to calling this thing "Meyer's French Sausage". It is said that it was a new term that the regiment commander accidentally said when he was chatting with the political commissar.

After calling it for a long time, I forgot what this one-ton bomb of the German Air Force was originally called, so I just took "Meyer's French Sausage" as its real name.

At this moment, Malashenko, who was swaying, guessed correctly. Over the northern industrial area of ​​Stalingrad where he was, dozens of German Stuka dive bombers that had just arrived to bomb were desperately throwing "Meyer's French Sausage".

These one-ton big sweet potatoes can instantly raze an entire five-story building to the ground. Whether it is the amount of explosives or the actual destructive power, they are far beyond the reach of the army's heavy artillery. Even the high-explosive projectiles fired by the main guns of battleships are dwarfed in front of them.

The description of destroying the world is the most appropriate for heavy bombs with a charge coefficient of up to 50%.

Malashenko, who had no time to change his clothes and pack up, turned around, grabbed the door handle, opened it, and was about to run out. Unexpectedly, Karachev, who was running towards him, stepped into the ward first. The two men looked at each other as if time had stopped, and the scene lasted for less than a second.

"Comrade, the Germans are attacking! We have to leave here quickly. The sky is full of German planes! There are too many!"

Karachev is a loyal patriot who grew up in a foreign country. Even though the flag flying over the motherland has long changed dynasties, even though his family in the United States is well-off and his life is not worried about the rest of his life, even though he graduated from a prestigious university and can easily find an enviable high-paying job in the United States.

But when the motherland needs him, this idealistic young man can still distinguish right from wrong and make the most correct and admirable choice. This is what Malashenko admires most about Karachev since he met him.

To be honest, Malashenko even asked himself secretly.

If I were to face the same decision from Karachev's perspective, would I be able to make the same decision as Karachev did?

After thinking for a long time, Malashenko finally gave an honest answer to the final answer of this question: I don't know.

It is true that Karachev has merits that deserve respect from all patriots, but he is still a freshman who has just stepped out of the ivory tower of the university.

Karachev, who has not received any professional military training, showed the panic that a person of such status and situation should have when facing the whistling bombs falling from the sky. In contrast, Malashenko, who has been accustomed to such storms and only complained and cursed a few times, seemed much calmer.

"Calm down, Karachev! He is still alive! Get out of here quickly!"

The ward where Malashenko lived was on the third floor of the hospital. It was a single ward specially opened for Malashenko.

As soon as he woke up and found that he lived on the third floor, Malashenko had a premonition that the situation was not good. If the German planes came to bomb him, he would definitely be half a beat slower in running.

But it was not just that. Malashenko, who was mumbling about changing wards, was still living on the third floor until now. Now he finally paid the price for his slow reaction.

Malashenko, who ran in the hospital corridor with Karachev, saw a panic scene before the enemy attack.

Doctors and nurses were busy taking away important medicines and medical equipment to take away for later use, and the Red Army soldiers who broke into the building were competing to carry their injured comrades in the hospital and leave quickly.

The people who fell to the ground were trying to struggle to get up. The chaotic shouting was mixed with the cries of some female nurses who were not very psychologically able to bear it. Various fragments and sundries fell to the ground and resonated into a symphony of noise. Such a chaotic scene really shocked Malashenko, who was staying in the field hospital for the first time.

"How the hell does this look like a military field hospital? The vegetable markets in China are better than this, okay? The old men and women know to line up when buying vegetables, damn!"

If it was such a mess at ordinary times, Malashenko would definitely go crazy on the spot and be furious. He would severely reprimand the head of the regiment for failing the inspection. If he didn't let the dean write a review that could waste the ink in the fountain pen, Malashenko swore that he would write his horse backwards!

But now the air strike is underway. If Malashenko delays for even one more second, he may be hit on the top of his head by "Meyer's French sausage". At this time, if he puts on airs as if he is a leader inspecting, he is just looking for death.

"Do whatever you want, I'm going to fucking yell first"

Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko, the heroic commander of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, died in Stalingrad due to the air raid of the evil fascist lackeys. He made a heroic contribution to defending the Supreme Leader Comrade Stalin and the motherland, which is an immeasurable loss to the Party and the people.

To be honest, Malashenko didn't want to publish such a news in tomorrow's Pravda, even if he would have gone to hell and had no chance to read the newspaper by then.

Malashenko, who only wanted to live a peaceful life after the war, rushed all the way to the first floor with his only eye. He almost fell several times on the way because he was not used to the blind spot of vision. Thanks to Karachev who was running in front of him, he was saved from falling on the spot.

Malashenko, who was already in front of the gate, saw hope, but at this critical moment, he saw a figure that he was very familiar with falling a few meters away, and the scalpel wound that was deeply pierced into the calf was bleeding continuously.