Chapter 962 Belated Reinforcements

"Commander Paulus!"

Malachenko was stunned when he heard this. His brain thought quickly and realized that the scene in front of him was that Paulus, the old bastard, suddenly had a sudden enlightenment? He no longer planned to fight to the death with him?

In a short moment, countless possibilities flashed through his mind. Malachenko narrowed his eyes. In any case, Paulus, the old bastard, was the ultimate goal of his trip. When the other party had made a request, he had no reason to hide it. The winner should have the arrogant attitude of the winner.

"Take your people over first, Captain Valosha, and keep these Germans under close guard and search them. Do you understand what I mean?"

Don't have the intention to harm others, but be on guard against others.

Malachenko, who seemed to be bold, was still on high alert and did not dare to take it lightly.

Before confirming that this group of German soldiers who did not follow the routine were safe and harmless, and had no insidious tricks secretly prepared, Malashenko decided to wait and see and stay in the crowd without revealing his true identity.

Anyway, he was wearing a very ordinary tank soldier's combat uniform and a winter cotton jacket at the moment, and a very ordinary black leather tank cap on his head instead of the wide-brimmed military cap of the officer's uniform.

As long as he stopped shouting, he would never expose his target even after the crowd dispersed. Although it seemed a bit cowardly to do so, it was better than pretending to be a hero and accidentally losing his life.

"Understood, Comrade Malashenko, I will take people to tie up these Germans and search them!"

Captain Varosha, who exchanged glances with Malashenko briefly, understood the leader's eyes and understood.

But before Captain Varosha could receive the order and wave his hand to the soldiers around him and give orders, a sudden explosion of crossfire suddenly came from another street corner, interrupting the action.

Dada Dada——

Boom——Boom——

"Sound of crossfire! At the street corner over there!"

The sound of gunfire mixed with the sudden explosion was so loud that it was not only Malashenko who jumped up instantly like a cat whose tail was stepped on. Even the group of German prisoners who had already thrown down their weapons and raised their hands to surrender began to get restless and showed signs of wanting to regret it on the spot.

Dada Dada Dada——

"Uh!!!"

"Everyone, don't move!"

"Stay away from the guns on the ground, fascists!"

Although they were startled by the sudden fierce crossfire, the Red Army soldiers, whose weapons were all pointed at the enemy without exception, were still at least wary.

Several German soldiers who were obviously trying to pick up their weapons were knocked to the ground by the bullets. They fell to the ground with a scream and became dead bodies.

The fierce shooting of the PPSh submachine gun at almost face-to-face distance was like a quick knife cutting the Gordian knot. The firepower can be said to be extremely brutal, like harvesting wheat. Even several unlucky German soldiers who had no desire to pick up weapons were hit by a volley of bullets and knocked to the ground.

Of course, it is impossible for anyone to uphold justice for them in this situation. If they want to blame, they can only blame their comrades who are so bold and lawless that they are unwilling to give up.

"Comrade Malashenko! It's too dangerous here! Let me lead the command! You hurry back to the tank, all of us can't do without your command! Hurry up!"

Captain Varosha, who was jumping anxiously, hurriedly persuaded Malashenko beside him, fearing that Malashenko would stay here for even a few seconds longer.

Malashenko was able to understand the overall situation of the battlefield. He knew that it was not the time to care about Paulus, the old bastard. The best choice was to return to his tank and seek shelter.

"Comrade commander, hurry up! This way!"

Iushkin, who hurriedly followed Malashenko, didn't care about that. He grabbed Malashenko's arm and forcibly lowered the commander's body, and ran to the car on the spot.

But before the commander and gunner, who were in a hurry, really ran out, an unexpected cry suddenly rang out among the crowd around them.

"Look! It's not the Germans, it's our people! It's the Red Army! It's our comrades who came to support us! Ura!!!"

The German 251 half-track vehicle, which was in the front and obviously couldn't even run, was blown away by a cannon, and even the wheels with smoke and fire were blown high by the violent explosion.

Immediately after that, the first thing that rushed out from the explosion smoke and fire was a hideous steel behemoth. The 85mm D-5T tank gun with the muzzle raised high even had a wisp of green smoke left from the firing.

The roar of the diesel engine running at full speed drove the steel tracks, rolling forward over the wreckage of the 251 half-track vehicle that had just been destroyed by a single shot. A tsunami of Ura charging followed the steel roar, and immediately echoed in the sky of the battlefield and reached everyone's ears.

"Ura!!!"

"Ura!!!"

"Charge, comrades! Destroy the German ***, attack!!!"

Malashenko, who was frozen in place and looking at the street, even forgetting that he was planning to run away, could clearly see the man boldly leaning his upper body out of the turret and waving the Tokarev pistol in his hand. The idiot who loudly ordered the infantry and tanks behind him to charge seemed to look very familiar.

When about a minute passed, the man who was regarded as a fool met with our old comrade Ma.

"Are you crazy? Lavry! Do you think you are a cavalry commander or a death squad leader? You stick out of the turret to direct the attack in the city. Why are you so brave? Who gave you the confidence? Ah? German snipers are everywhere Hand?"

Lavrinenko, who was holding the post of deputy brigade commander, was criticized so harshly by the real brigade commander Malashenko. Even though Lavrinenko, who was very familiar with each other and understood each other, knew that this was an old classmate who was thinking about himself. I was afraid of being shot in the dark by the enemy, but I still couldn't hold on to my dignity in front of so many people, so I could only smile and rub my nose in frustration.

"You have the nerve to ask me, why are you rushing over to help you?"

"You don't even know that as soon as Kurbalov and I heard you yelling on the public channel, we immediately accelerated and ran over the German guy in front of us. We didn't even have time to capture the enemy! "

While explaining the emergency situation to Malashenko, he raised his hands to demonstrate how his tank would run over the German at full power.

The lively Lavrinenko even had witnesses who came forward to prove that everything he said was true.

"If you don't believe it, ask Kulbalov. He was more anxious than me and came to save you!"

Before Lavrinenko could finish his words, the merciless demolition came quietly from not far away.

"Ahem! Lying is not a good habit, comrade deputy brigade commander. At that time, you were obviously more worried about comrade brigade commander's life. You also said that even if the engine is turned on and scrapped, you have to press the accelerator to the bottom. You can tell me in the communication channel I’ve heard it all, and many people can testify.”