Chapter 78: Eyes Meet

Squeak——

When his hands exerted force to almost force open the turret roof, the harsh mechanical friction sound accompanied by a ray of sunlight shone into the car. Malashenko, who looked around, didn't even have time to let go of his hands, and saw at a glance the flesh and blood on the seat. Iushkin was blurry but still barely opened his eyes.

"I thought everyone had forgotten me here, Comrade Captain."

"Damn it, Iushkin, what nonsense are you talking about, you little idiot? Wait, I will rescue you right now!"

Seeing Iushkin leaning back in his seat, Malashenko, who was still alive despite his weak tone, was naturally surprised and happy. Without thinking too much, he immediately jumped into the narrow turret. The inner space of the turret, which was only enough for two people, became even more cramped after Malashenko arrived.

"Hold on, Comrade Iushkin. Kirill! Catch him, I'll pick him up right now!"

With the help of the sunlight shining in from outside the turret, he could barely see Second Lieutenant Iushkin's right arm and thigh with several shells and armor fragments embedded in them. Malashenko, who was eager to save people, didn't care about the blood flow at the moment. The bloodstains all over his body were caused by this, and he immediately carefully picked up Second Lieutenant Iushkin and carried him to the arms of Kirill who was waiting on the turret for help.

The two of them worked together to get Second Lieutenant Iushkin out of the turret, who had been seriously injured and lost the ability to move. They saw that Kirill had firmly caught the horse behind Second Lieutenant Iushkin. Rashenko then turned back to look at the situation of the other three people in the car. However, the sight of the headless corpse and the two dead members of the car clearly did not require any further rescue work.

"Bah! These damn fascists!"

After realizing that all three of his comrades had been sacrificed, Malashenko immediately took out their respective identification tags from the three men and took them away to show their sacrifice.

Different from the use of metal identification tags by the US military during World War II, due to various considerations such as the number of soldiers and manufacturing costs, the Soviet identification tags during World War II were small slips of paper contained in small wooden capsules. The capsule holds the name, age, unit affiliation and some personal information of the Soviet soldiers.

This kind of wooden capsule is not only difficult to preserve compared to metal identification tags, but also among the Soviet front-line troops who generally had low levels of education at the time, quite a few grassroots soldiers were unwilling to leave themselves on this note. Personal information or name. He believed that writing his name on this note would "accelerate" his death on the battlefield, just like sending an invitation to the God of Death.

Although Malashenko does not know whether these three small wooden capsules contain the personal information of the three sacrificed crew members, it is obvious that some things are important enough to ignore the results but are worth doing. , just like Malashenko came to rescue Second Lieutenant Iushkin regardless of the risk of his life and being surrounded by German troops.

Putting these three small wooden capsules into his jacket pocket and keeping them, Malashenko, holding the Popod submachine gun, climbed out of the turret again and joined the waiting Kirill, using a left Lieutenant Iushkin, who had lost his ability to move, was holding up the right posture. Just as he was preparing to cautiously jump off the turret, a scene he looked up from the corner of his eye inadvertently captured Marashin's frame like a camera. Kona's steps have not yet begun.

"Comrade Commander, what happened?"

Seeing that Malashenko seemed to have lost his mind and turned a deaf ear to his own questions, Kirill, who was feeling strange, immediately looked in the direction where Malashenko stopped to look.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. After a quick glance, Kirill saw the wreckage of the German Panzer III tank less than a hundred meters away from his current position. Standing on it were several people who were also rescuing him. SS Panzer with wounded comrade in tank.

When Malashenko stopped and stared at him, he also felt the very strange look in his eyes. He raised his head and looked around. Together with the gunner Klink, Heizenauer was holding up Heizenauer, whose lower body was almost beaten to a bloody pulp. Wittmann, who had time to step down from the turret, then looked at each other from afar with Malashenko, who was on the opposite side, across a distance of less than a hundred meters.

Heizenauer, who was also conscious, followed Wittmann's eyes within a few seconds and saw Malashenko and his party who were so close to him. This man was seriously injured and may even be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. The SS lieutenant who had been on the scene was naturally furious. He even had to free his hands to grab the MP40 submachine gun hanging around Wittmann's neck in an attempt to preemptively kill the Soviet soldiers.

Seeing Heizenauer, who had lost his mind, make such a crazy move, it was naturally impossible for Wittmann, who was still sane, to let Heizenauer, who had been carried away by anger, do such a stupid thing that lacked IQ. He immediately used his right arm to take off the MP40 submachine gun hanging from his neck, rejected Heizenauer and held it in his own hand.

"Damn it, Sergeant Michel! I order you to shoot and kill those bastard Soviets! This is an order, it's an order, do you understand!?"

Listening to Heizenauer's crazy words that were almost barking, he pretended to turn a deaf ear. Wittmann, who knew exactly what to do in the current situation, immediately responded calmly.

"Lieutenant Heizenauer, in view of your injury, you have lost the ability and judgment to continue to command, so now I will exercise command authority on your behalf! Please cooperate with my work, just be supported obediently. "

"You! Michel, you bastard! I will sue you when I get back! For disobeying orders and inaction! Just wait for me!"

Kirill saw the SS armored soldiers on the tank wreckage on the opposite side quarreling within his sight. He was a little confused and asked Malashenko beside him.

"Comrade commander, why are they quarreling? And why don't they attack us? I don't understand."

Listening to Kirill's words, Malashenko, who had reached the final conclusion in just a few seconds, spoke up.

"We received an order to retreat, so we naturally won't open fire first in order to get away as soon as possible. The Germans on the opposite side also suffered heavy casualties, and they don't want to continue to actively provoke us before reinforcements."

"The SS officer rescued from the wreckage is obviously a leader. I guess this guy should be the kind of tough guy who wants to continue to fight us. From the way this group of SS commanded the attack before, it can be seen that this is a radical guy."

"However, among the SS armored soldiers who rescued this guy, there are obviously smart people who know that not opening fire first is the best outcome. Haha, what a smart bastard."