Chapter 805: A Life-Threatening Gamble

"Damn it, I really don't want to get out of this place where I pee and pee! Damn it, is this done by a human being?"

The civilized man's sense of shame and his strong desire to survive fought fiercely in his heart for less than a second. Malashenko, who gritted his teeth and became ruthless, finally made a decision with his life as the top priority.

"Fuck, don't care! Your life is at stake! Let's get out alive first, Ollie, do it!"

Malashenko did guess right

The moment he gritted his teeth, leaned down and put his head to the escape hatch, a "leisurely fragrance" rushed straight to his forehead and occupied the entire olfactory nerve. The smell that hits your nose is like the smell of something that is inherently smelly and disgusting, stored in a sealed container for fermentation for a year and then opened again. Just smelling it against your nose is enough to make you suffocate!

"I'm so sorry for you! That brat's urine smells so strong, it's going to hit your fucking nose!"

I was complaining in my heart, but my escape was not slow at all.

Twisting his shoulder blades that were as wide as tires, he forced himself out of the small hatch. Malashenko, who had just laid down on the ground, heard a burst of noise in his ears. Whisper.

"Be careful! Get on top of the tank and shoot inside. Be safe!"

"Won't the bullet detonate the shell? It could be suicide, Wolfe."

"The chances of you dying in Stalingrad are much greater than this. Which one do you choose?"

"ok, I get it."

Malashenko's German is second to none. Even after more than a year of listening and speaking, he only has a partial understanding of it. He only knows a few military-related words and common vocabulary in daily life. At the moment, he can only barely understand the group of Germans who are preparing to " Climb into the tank" and have general meanings such as "fire" and "Stalingrad".

The main reason is that those German guys spoke too fast. Malashenko could hardly respond to the previous sentence before the next sentence was already connected. Everyone could only listen to a piece of shit that they had only a half-understanding of. It really makes sense. Don’t blame Malashenko for his poor German skills.

"Damn, let's just say that these grandsons haven't done anything for a long time. After doing this for a long time, it turns out they want my car!"

Hearing this, no matter how poor Malashenko's German skills are, he can basically sum up the general meaning. Killing everyone in the car and leaving the intact tank is obviously what these German guys are fighting for in the end. Wishful thinking.

After thinking about it, Malashenko decided that he could not just surrender. He first held his breath and crawled forward little by little, making room for Iushkin, Kirill and Seryosha who were still in the tank behind to get off the car. .

Malashenko, who did not intend to wait for his crew members to get off the car before acting together, planned to strike first. The current situation was that a few more seconds of delay might lead to big changes, which could not save these nervous Germans. With nothing to do, he lowered his head and looked down. Malashenko did not want to be shot to death and end under the tank.

"You want my car, it's a damn good thing for you! I'll reward you with a big treasure, and I'll take your mother's money."

As a high-power offensive grenade, the M24 long-handled grenade has a charge that is not much smaller than that of a 76mm hooded armor-piercing grenade, reaching over a hundred grams. It is very powerful!

According to Malashenko's estimation, as long as he can throw this thing a little far away and bring these Germans into the explosion damage range, the embarrassing situation of killing himself under the cover of a tank should not happen. Now I can only take a gamble and settle the matter.

He carefully unscrewed the grenade cap and tried not to make any noise. Malashenko, who was lying on the ground almost motionless, could already see the few German soldiers sneaking around the tank through the gap between the track and the road wheel in front of him. feet.

The moment he held his breath, he pulled the fuse of the grenade already held in his hand. The sound of the fuse burning and the green smoke coming out of the wooden handle instantly filled his face.

Malashenko held the grenade that pulled the fuse in his hand and held it for two full seconds. He estimated that the time was almost up. Then he followed the half of the tracks at the rear of the vehicle in a relatively frustrating throwing posture and headed towards Several German soldiers threw their grenades diagonally in the general direction of where they were.

The moment the grenade flew away from his hand, Malashenko just prayed that the standard 5-second fuse burning time of this thing would be absolutely fine, otherwise he might have to accompany these idiots as soon as he took it off. The Germans were buried together in this hellish place.

After throwing away the big treasure, Malashenko did not dare to delay at all. He immediately rolled towards the track on the other side under the chassis of the car body. When he was done, he did not forget to lift his leg and kick the road wheel next to him. A reverse force to make yourself roll faster.

Before Malashenko could stop rolling and take a breath, a loud and violent explosion followed at the speed of light.

boom--

"Gan! Four seconds, it exploded too fast! I say four is an unlucky number that lasts a lifetime!"

Before he traveled through his past life, Malashenko had already determined that 7 was his lucky number, while 4 was the unlucky number that always followed him and caused him constant bad luck.

In junior high school, I had the worst score on the English test because I fell asleep right after the test started and I got 4 points. When I paid for the meal, I originally paid 4 yuan for steamed buns but ended up paying someone a hundred yuan bill and forgot to change. Even when I grew up, Later, when I was in high school, I would be called to my parents because I was late 14 times a month because I took the wrong No. 4 bus.

In short, Malashenko has always been involved with the number 4 in his past and present lives. Anything that can be linked to the number 4 is definitely not a good thing.

Fortunately, although the M24 long-handled grenade with a 5-second fuse burning time exploded in advance at 4 seconds, this also made the M24 long-handled grenade achieve an unexpected and surprising air explosion effect.

The grenade that exploded at a height of one meter above the ground happened to be in the middle of several German soldiers. The flying grenade fragments and the charge of more than 100 grams instantly blew several German soldiers to the ground.

In just two seconds, the human brain has no time to make any substantial physical reaction. The delayed grenade that Malashenko threw at the risk of his life was finally not in vain.

Most of the fragments flying diagonally downwards towards the tank were blocked by the body, tracks and road wheels, and only one or two fragments hit the soil 30 centimeters away from Malashenko, emitting smoke. Realizing that he had succeeded in his gamble and survived the disaster, Malashenko finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is so fucking exciting, fuck!"