Chapter 944 The Youngest Son Whom the Brigade Commander Loves Most

It takes time to turn the turret, not to mention that the attacking Soviet army is still in the open, while the defending German army is in the dark.

No matter how fast Ivushkin reacts and how fast he moves, when the turret is just halfway turned, a tungsten core armor-piercing shell with a screaming sound comes straight at him, directly piercing the turret of Malashenko's car and making a loud noise that makes people's teeth ache.

Zila——

Bang——

"Damn Nazi! My teeth are about to fall out!"

What would it feel like if someone forced your head on the blackboard, and then used a nail that had not been cut for ten years to quickly and repeatedly scratch the blackboard next to your ear?

Ivushkin did not expect this, so naturally he could not give an answer.

But Malashenko, a later time traveler, can pat his chest and guarantee that this feeling is really more painful than being kicked in the balls, although Malashenko has never been kicked in the balls in his past and present lives.

The sub-caliber tungsten core armor-piercing projectile fired by the 50mm anti-tank gun was not capped and the normalization effect was too poor. The sleek IS1 heavy tank turret mercilessly bounced it straight away, leaving only a scratch. The scene of the tungsten core armor-piercing projectile dragging a silver-white tracer straight into the sky was not very uncommon.

"Oh my God! What kind of monster is that! We are already 200 meters close, isn't that enough?"

"Reload, load! Load quickly! Another shot!"

"Aim!"

"Fire"

Boom--

The muzzle fire was not from the German anti-tank gun, but from Iushkin, who quickly turned the steering gear into place with the brute force of a dislocated shoulder. ̢̜̳̱͈̹͓͛͜ḩ̷̻̩͍̱̗͔̺̏̓͊̀͂̀ͅṵ̵̙̻͉̦͙̗̥̉̓̓͊̑̂̑x̸͍̘̳͂͊̂̊̀͊̕͘.̷̹̦̆̆c̶͙͈͚̽̄̈̎̒͜ó̶̧̧̝̳̠͇͕̺̲̹̔̈́̃͝͝m̷̗͓̽̂̌̋̃̌

Relying on his remaining memory of the street and building layout, he was able to roughly guess where the German army was.

Ivushkin, who was indeed lucky, relied on With his extraordinary skills, the steering machine was turned into place, and the next thing that came into view was the black muzzle of the German anti-tank gun. At the same time, the fine-tuned main gun elevation machine no longer needed to adjust the muzzle's vertical direction.

The 85mm full-caliber high-explosive grenade that had been ready to fire in the barrel was directly hit into the first-floor hall without any suspense.

The brick and stone debris flew between the collapsed walls and houses, accompanied by the scene of the gun body fragments and parts splashing, which was a dusty scene.

"Well done! That German went to see their Kaiser, next! High-explosive bombs loaded!"

The German anti-tank gun that was sent to the sky after only one shot said goodbye to this world completely, and the remaining German infantrymen raised their weapons in their hands and kept firing at the enemy in front of them. Captain Varosha, who had already reacted to the sneak attack, leaned against the rear of Malashenko's car and loudly gave orders to the Red Army soldiers around him.

"Don't leave the tank bunker! Put the gun on the tank and shoot! Don't be stingy with the machine gun firepower, suppress the Germans! "

After the last time he stuck his head out of the car and was almost shot in the head by a German sniper, Malashenko, who was almost lucky enough to save his life, finally realized that sticking his body out of the car to operate the commander's machine gun in street fighting was almost the same as seeking death, but in this way, the machine gun mounted on the top of the tank's head became a decoration and completely useless.

Taking advantage of the time when his commander's machine gun was blown away by a German armor-piercing bullet and the bracket was broken and needed to be repaired.

The ingenious Malashenko found his chief chamberlain Karamov and suggested that he weld a machine gun mount to the rear end of the turret of his car, and put the machine gun originally operated by the commander in this rear position. At first, Karamov was puzzled.

"What do you think? If you install the machine gun in this position, will you run outside the turret to operate it during the battle? Although our brigade is the elite of the Guards, the Deshka heavy machine gun is very valuable. Ordinary infantrymen cherish this weapon very much. We should at least make the best use of it. "

Karamov, holding a large wrench in his hand and pointing to the tank to explain the situation to Malashenko, was very confident, but Malashenko, who was sure that his idea was not wrong, seemed more reasonable.

"Just pretend when I tell you to! Am I the brigade commander or are you the brigade commander! ? If you think you are better than me, I will write a report to the higher-ups and we will switch. You will be the brigade commander and I will repair your car. What do you think?"

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Malashenko is usually very reasonable, but this is only limited to general situations. It is true that Malashenko is unreasonable in general situations. For example, Karamov experienced it personally once in a very rare way.

"Pretend if you want to, why are you so fierce? I didn't steal your cigarettes"

"Hurry up, don't dawdle!"

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"What are you standing there looking at, you idiots! ? Come over and help install the machine gun on the brigade commander's tank! "

There is a word in later generations that describes the change in people's mentality very accurately and perfectly, and this word is "inflation".

Yes, Malashenko did find that Karamov was a little inflated, so he deliberately pretended to be unreasonable and took the opportunity to hit him.

Since the establishment of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, Karamov, who started with Malashenko from the 1st Independent Heavy Tank Breakthrough Battalion and has been making a fortune until now, has indeed been a little arrogant when facing the new faces in the brigade. He always regards himself as the confidant of the brigade commander, and occasionally deliberately makes things difficult for people in trivial matters such as logistics and car repairs as a prank, showing off his power.

Especially after Malashenko personally drafted the list and submitted Karamov's application for promotion to major to the front headquarters, and it was quickly approved, Karamov, who was in high spirits, became even more arrogant, and even affected the grassroots officers and soldiers of the field maintenance battalion under him.

At first, Malashenko didn't know about this, but as more and more crews and ordinary soldiers were frustrated and hit a wall with Karamov and his group of arrogant people.

Malashenko, who was with the soldiers almost all the time and often even ate together by the tanks, soon heard the widely circulated rumors.

It can be heard that Karamov and his field maintenance battalion have a bad reputation. Although the tanks sent for maintenance and repair are indeed well done and are as good as brand new, the news that this man is really not good spread quickly throughout the brigade like wildfire.

At first, Malashenko wanted to protect his son and thought that Karamov was harmed by his reputation. After a little investigation, he learned the truth. This made Malashenko, who had just set up the new unit and was eager to unite the troops and enhance cohesion with his reputation and past achievements, very angry.

"Karamov, this little bastard! He has been with me for more than a year, but he ruined my reputation! He even boasted in front of others that he was an old man who had been with me for more than a year! This time I have to teach him a lesson, and I will use him as a scapegoat to establish my authority!"

Political Commissar Petrov, who was holding the lid of the teacup and rubbing the teacup with sugar cubes in his hand, and whose face was covered by the hot steam from the tea, smiled slyly at Malashenko who was "furious" in front of him in the tent of the brigade.

"Use Karamov as a scapegoat? Are you willing to do that?"

Malashenko was a little embarrassed, and after reacting, he asked back.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean there is a reason why Karamov dares to brag in front of others. He is a very smart little genius in mechanics. His IQ is even higher than yours. Just look at the tanks he has repaired. You probably don't know how the soldiers evaluate Karamov. They gave him a nickname called "the most beloved youngest son of the brigade commander". Do you understand what I mean?"

After hearing this, Malashenko's old face suddenly turned black, and a strong sense of frustration instantly surged in his heart.

"Fuck your mother, what kind of wicked nickname is this! Damn!"