Chapter 867 Crazy Plan

What does it feel like to do heavy physical work for a whole night without sleeping or taking a good rest?

Carl, who was exhausted, could tell anyone responsibly that this feeling was even more uncomfortable than being hollowed out, as if this body that had difficulty even walking no longer belonged to him.

"No, I'm too tired! Martin, I need to rest for a while, I can't stand it anymore!"

Carl threw down a huge bolt in his hand and panted and waved to the little brother next to him. Without waiting for the other party to answer, he sat directly on the bolt and panted heavily. He reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette box, put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it.

"Huh, I need to rest for a while. I'm almost exhausted."

Martin, who was younger and stronger than Carl, threw down a bag of parts in his hand, which he didn't know what it was, and sat down with a soft face. He grabbed the cigarette box in Carl's hand and lit one for himself.

"What time is it now, Carl? Check the time with your versatile mechanical watch."

The sun has been hanging in the sky for a long time, but the gloomy weather still doesn't allow the sun to be seen. Only the change of day and night is quite obvious.

Carl, with a cigarette in his mouth, rolled up his sleeves and took a look at his precious mechanical watch. The hour hand clearly pointed to the number 11.

"Damn it, we didn't even have breakfast! It's already 11 o'clock, it's time for lunch! No wonder I'm so tired, I'm hungry, it's crazy!"

Carl complained while cursing and turning his head to look at Miss Dora behind him, who was covered with busy men. Carl still couldn't figure out which bastard gave the order to dismantle the artillery overnight. It was so deceptive!

"This is not right! Carl, believe me, I think this is very wrong!"

"No one told us whether the news from the Russians was true, but someone ordered us to dismantle this cannon that took a lot of effort to assemble overnight. You know, it hasn't even fired a shot until now!"

"Think about it, if the Russians didn't attack, why would we dismantle this cannon overnight? Thousands of people were busy all night, just like you said, they didn't even have time to eat breakfast, this is very wrong!"

Carl, who didn't answer directly, took a deep puff of cigarette, and thought that what Martin said seemed to make sense. Then he thought more and more that something was wrong.

Everything was really weird as Martin said!

"You mean, those Russians really came? Towards us?"

"I didn't say that. I just explained the facts I analyzed. You can refer to it. I think you must know more than me, and the conclusion you draw is more accurate than me, a new soldier who has been in the army for less than a year. Don't you always brag to me about how you got lost in France, but ended up capturing a squad of Frenchmen alive? Think about what's going on now."

Carl, who was almost "confused" written on his face, kept puffing on the cigarette in his mouth. It can be seen that this veteran who already hated war was indeed thinking hard with his rich practical experience, and it only took him a few seconds to come to a conclusion.

"I think what you said makes sense, Martin. Those Russians might really..."

Boom--

Carl had not finished the words that were already on his lips, and a sudden explosion sounded and burst. Carl, who was interrupted, immediately grabbed the submachine gun hanging on his back and turned his head to look.

"Tanks! Russian tanks! Russian tanks are coming!"

Buzz——

Carl, who heard the voice before seeing the person, was almost scared out of his mind by this exclamation! His brain, which was already highly active, reacted in an instant to what was going on.

"It's over! The bastard who ordered the dismantling of the gun must have mobilized all the outer guard troops to help! The Russian tanks rushed to his face before the alarm was sounded. It's all over now!"

Relying on the experience of a veteran and combining what he knew, he instantly made a judgment of the situation, but what Carl didn't know was that his judgment was only half right. The looting operation against Miss Dora had actually been prepared long ago!

The group of Soviet steel behemoths that rushed all the way defeated all those who dared to stop the chariot along the way like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves! The Soviet counterattack on all fronts caused the German and Romanian command systems to be intertwined and chaotic, which directly caused a serious delay in battlefield information exchange.

Many Romanian troops that were defeated in an instant along the way had already lost their morale. Some even threw away their weapons and ran away when they saw the Soviet heavy tanks from a distance, not caring about informing their German masters.

The German army entrusted the safety of its flanks to the two Romanian armies in the north and south, which was a serious mistake from the beginning.

Once the defeat began, it spread rapidly like a plague. The Romanian army, which had some fighting spirit when the battle just started, has now become a standard imperial army style.

And the Soviet heavy tank unit that had been operating in the dark since last night seemed to have an extremely important established goal from the beginning. From beginning to end, it has been unswervingly rushing in one direction without being affected by secondary factors.

The small fleeing Romanian troops encountered along the way ignored them, and even the prisoners were too lazy to care and let them escape. The slightly larger Romanian troops changed their tactics slightly and charged at full speed, rushing and crushing the positions.

These Romanians who had long lost their fighting spirit would be scared away sooner or later. The only difference was whether they ran away when they saw the tanks coming from a distance of two kilometers away, or collapsed and ran away when they were crushed by the tanks. There was no substantial difference in essence, and the rags in their hands could not pose any threat at all.

This was not only to complete the order issued by the superiors to seal the pocket and encircle the enemy forces in the Stalingrad theater as quickly as possible, but also to boldly try their own crazy ideas and plans.

Malashenko, who had not slept all night and commanded the troops to march intensively for more than ten hours, stared with a pair of red eyes, with serious dark circles under his eyes, but the whole person was extremely excited and energetic.

Malashenko, with his mouth almost stretched to his ears, could already see the figure of the German lady who had been on his mind since the Battle of Stalingrad through the tank commander's periscope.

"I guessed that you must be waiting for me here, Miss Dora!"

Capturing this lady alive would bring him a huge military merit. Malashenko, who was more excited than taking stimulants, was sure that he could see his face full of happiness when he was awarded the medal again.

"Charge! Charge the whole brigade! Grab the German's treasure! Hurrah!"