Chapter 2506 Calling the Name of the Master

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2506 Calling the Name of the Master

The battlefield after the battle can only be described as a mess. Wherever you can see is a ruined scene and countless wreckage and corpses. Blood, death and destruction are like maggots on the bones, covering every corner of this land of burning fire, and there is no pure land to speak of.

More and more German prisoners of war were dragged out from all corners, some were hidden in the wreckage of cars, some were hiding in the ruins of fortifications, and some even pretended to be corpses, trying to break up the dead people and find a chance to escape.

But in short, these tricks of worms failed to escape the eyes of the soldiers who cleaned the battlefield.

After a bloody battle, the soldiers of the Leading Division who had hated these cruel and crazy opponents were determined not to let go of any missed fish. Most of them searched for the remaining German troops who were hiding or fighting teams, who were still unwilling to surrender.

The sporadic sound of firefighting still came from every corner of the battlefield from time to time. As Marashenko walked over, his expression became more and more serious.

"You don't look very happy, comrade instructor, shouldn't this be a brilliant victory?"

The company commander of the guard company beside him said that he was unclear. Malashenko, who frowned slightly, did not hesitate much. After a little thought, he quickly gave an answer.

"I'm wondering what makes these zis who are unwilling to put down their weapons so crazy."

"Is it their courage, their fighting will? Or is it a fanatical worship of Nazi? I think none of these may reach this level, and they can't add up."

"Look at what these prisoners are, a teenage brat, an old man who is almost sixty years old, there is a slut over there who is so short that he feels spacious when driving tanks for the Japanese devils. How could this be a serious army, a group of mobs? What exactly can make the armed thugs of this component so crazy? I want to know the answer, and I believe I will understand it."

The German army in Zelo Heights, which made the leader's division feel difficult, was all this component. If they were all like this, they wouldn't say that they could resist the leader's division and cause trouble. But it is undeniable that this kind of garbage-based troops does exist on the German side.

Marashenko wanted to know what method the Germans used to make these people persist without breaking under the powerful offensive energy of the leader. Although it was impossible for them to beat the leader from the beginning, Marashenko knew about this, but it was enough to make these people not collapse.

Malashenko, who could not find the answer to this question in his future memory, could only rely on himself, and believed that this would definitely result in answering his own questions and answering questions.

"Let's go, take one step at a time and you will get results."

Malashenko, who no longer struggled to solve the problem immediately, continued to move forward, and encountered a new situation without going far away: a team of wounded people on their side was escorted by a stretcher team to evacuate the rear, and the accompanying military doctors and health workers were still constantly comforting and persuading the wounded people on the stretcher. It can be seen that the injured comrades may not be in good condition.

“Are these seriously injured?”

Malashenko led the team forward and grabbed a accompanying military doctor and asked questions. The military doctor who was only caring for the situation of the wounded on the stretcher was not until he was grabbed and looked back, and then he realized that the tall figure in front of him was actually a comrade in the division commander.

"No, comrade in the division commander, the seriously injured have been sent down as soon as possible. This group of second-degree wounded people were quilted by bullets or fragments that penetrated their arms and thighs. The injuries were serious, and some of them might need amputation."

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Hearing the words of the military doctor, Malashenko's already worried expression frowned even more. There is no need to say more about what amputation means for a young man who may be in his early twenties.

This great Patriotic War not only brought fame and glory, but also left a mark of eternity on their bodies until death.

"Take care for them, I will visit the wounded at the field hospital later, and tell Karachev to prepare a report for me, and he knows what to do."

"Okay, comrade teacher, I will tell the dean."

"Yeah, go."

Malashenko had just signaled that the military doctor could leave, but the stretcher team that had not stopped was about to walk out of their sight, but unexpectedly, a female voice suddenly came from the stretcher team and called out her name loudly.

"Comrade Commander, I want to see you, Comrade Commander, I am here!"

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Marashenko, who had already turned around, was stuck in the sudden call. He turned around and saw that the military doctor in front of him who had not had time to leave was also embarrassed. Marashenko was puzzled and asked immediately.

"What's the situation? Are any lesbians injured?"

“Yes, there is indeed, there is one.”

Malashenko was waiting for the military doctor to continue to talk, and the military doctor told the teacher all the truth without thinking much.

"Yakakina, a tank gunner of the Synthesis Brigade, 23 years old. Her crew was penetrated by the Germans with artillery in the fortifications. Only one of hers survived in the car. Her eyes were scratched by shrapnel and could not see anything. It was unclear whether it could recover. Both legs were broken, and they were likely to be in the future."

Marashenko didn't know how the female warrior knew that she was nearby without her eyes being invisible. Maybe the other people in the stretcher team were heard by her, but Marashenko knew what she should do now.

Malashenko, who was running quickly, did not stop the stretcher team, but walked quickly next to the stretcher without delaying the transfer of the wounded, and was next to the female warrior who called his name.

"Comrade Commander, are you a Comrade Commander? Are you here?"

The female soldier with a single ponytail was lying on a stretcher, almost covered in blood. She had been treated urgently and bandaged and could not see anything at all with her eyes. Whether she could recover her vision would have to wait until a field hospital with better conditions could be diagnosed.

But even though it was covered by blood stains and bandages, it was still obvious that this was a very pretty female warrior, even among the beautiful Slavs, she was considered outstanding. She endured the pain and was now calling on the name of the commander whom she could not see but touch.

"Yes, I'm here, I'm Marashenko."

Malashenko could feel the pain and fear of the female warrior from her trembling body. After all, she was just a 23-year-old girl. In the 21st century college, she was still a green years of yearning for beautiful love and looking forward to a happy life in the future. However, in this war-torn era, she was already a gunner of an IS6 heavy tank and a veteran who had participated in the war for a year and a half.

The only thing Marashenko can do now is to hold the female warrior's hand tightly and move along with the stretcher, which is the only way she can feel her existence and eliminate her fears now.

"Don't worry, Yekagina, you will be fine. When you arrive at the field hospital, you will immediately have the best field medical conditions for the Red Army to treat you. I will personally ask Karachev to keep your eyes. An excellent gunner must not lose your light."
Chapter completed!