The German tanks were approaching, and Major Varosha had no time to linger in the horse circle any longer. After telling him that he must make good use of this semi-disabled anti-tank gun, he immediately ran out of the horse circle.
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"The Germans are coming! Comrades, prepare to fight and obey my orders!"
Captain Oleg, who was temporarily assigned command by Major Varosha, held the captured mg42 tightly in his hand and gave orders, reminding the surrounding soldiers that the last moment was coming.
Even before he became a low-level commander, Oleg was already an excellent machine gunner. Even now that he has become a company commander, he more often prefers to fight with a machine gun that is more convenient for him. On the contrary,
The Bobosha carried on the back is more like a backup weapon.
Oleg was considering whether to fire immediately based on the distance he could see with his naked eyes, and to give those Germans a shot first.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Major Varosha, holding a Bobosha submachine gun in his hand, jumped into the trench and came to Oleg's side. He slightly raised his head and glanced in the direction of the German attack, and then spoke out.
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"There is an anti-tank gun left by the Germans in the horse pen. It is an 88 gun. It may be the latest weapon we just encountered!"
The sudden news made Captain Oleg a little stunned. He blinked at Varosha and then answered.
"Left by the Germans? Why did they leave such an important weapon to us? Can it still be used? It can't be broken, right?"
"You are indeed right, it is indeed broken. But fortunately, the damage is not too serious. One wheel is almost scrapped, but it can barely turn. A squad of soldiers is operating it in the horse pen, waiting for the Germans
When they are about to charge up, they will suddenly open fire and catch these Nazi bastards off guard. Just wait and see the show, we will use the German weapons to deal with themselves!"
Using the Kraut's weapons against themselves is something that just sounds like "this is awesome!"
Don’t the Germans always boast that their German technology is the best in the world? The weapons they create are boasted to be the most powerful in the world.
Well, now let you Germans experience for yourself what the war machine you have created tastes like. Whether it is an anti-tank gun or a machine gun that fires like tearing linen cloth, the more ferocious the weapon hits the Germans, the worse it will be.
Oleg, who felt a sense of accomplishment and was already very excited just thinking about it, couldn't help but smile at Varosha.
"We will kill those Germans hard! Just like Comrade Brigade Commander said, let these pig heads know whose territory they are on now!"
The powerful diesel engine was roaring, and the inside of the tank was quite turbid, filled with the smell of smoke, sweat, engine oil, and gunpowder burning residue.
But even so, the four heavy smokers in the car, including Malashenko and even Kirill, were still puffing away.
Before the war is about to begin, it is an old tradition of the No. 177 crew to smoke a cigarette. According to Malashenko, you never know whether this cigarette will be the last one in your life.
There was no chance or chance to smoke again.
The four brothers smoked together what may be their last cigarette in life. Even if their armor was penetrated in the battle and the ammunition exploded and everyone died, the regret in the end would not be as strong as if they were not mentally prepared.
"Seryozha, hand me the cannonball behind your butt, and I'll take it over here."
From being a non-smoker to now a smoker, Kirill blows vodka directly into the bottle. After walking out of the ivory tower of the university, Kirill has already said goodbye to his favorite music scores and musical instruments, replaced by endless cannonballs and
Shout over and over again that loading is complete.
Today Kirill has no regrets about his choice.
In his own words, the German has left no stage where he can play with all his heart and bring people peace and happiness. He wants to have a positive impact on the contemporary life and farming and working people of this land, and on his own.
How can we agree to the annihilation of the motherland and the genocide of the country and the perversion of racism? Absolutely!
Musical scores and musical instruments cannot save the motherland from dire straits. Taking up arms and fighting the evil Fascist invaders to the end is the only way out.
From being tender-skinned and gentle, to his unshaven beard and dirty face, Kirill's transformation has been seen and remembered by all his comrades in the car.
Iushkin, who needs tacit cooperation with Kirill the most, often jokes, saying that Kirill looks like a man now, a man in a tank soldier's uniform, instead of when he first came to report, when he even had to smoke a cigarette.
Ke Laijiao is like a little girl limping out of bed the day after her wedding night.
"Here it comes, pick it up! Uh...this thing is so heavy!"
The propellant cartridges placed behind the fuel tanks on the left and right sides of the front end of the chassis are not very convenient for loading and use.
This position is a bit too far away from Kirill, who is the loader. He needs to bend down, crawl to the side of the fuel tank, and then take the 122 shell launcher into his arms, and then straighten up and move it to the turret.
The whole process of inserting the breech sounds very tiring and laborious.
Kirill, who already has his own set of reloading experience, likes to be prepared before the war begins, placing the cannonballs within his reach for reloading at any time and speeding up the speed. Therefore, as the driver, he is located at the front of the chassis of the car body.
Seryosha became Kirill's good helper.
He took the propellant cartridge handed over by Seryosha with both hands and held it in his arms. He actively retracted his body and returned to the turret. Kirill placed the propellant cartridge in his hand and raised it vertically to make sure it was securely placed.
At the same time, he also spoke out to his main partner, Iushkin.
"What shell do you want for the first shot? Iushkin."
Iushkin, who was doing the final adjustment of the gun scope while aiming at the moving German tank target, did not look back and was busy with his own work while replying.
"Armor-piercing bullet! I want to move the head of the Leopard in the lead!"
The breech block of the turret waiting to be loaded was already open. Without Kirill's need to say anything, Malashenko took the initiative to help. He turned around, opened the lock and removed an ammunition rack from the rear end of the turret behind him.
A huge and thick 122mm full-caliber armor-piercing projectile. Before Kirill could pick up the propellant barrel, he turned around and stuffed it into the breech of the gun.
"That's almost it. Get ready to watch those German guys ascend to heaven."
Before Malashenko finished speaking, a posture was already set up on the battlefield behind him. The Su152 self-propelled artillery that had made final preparations once again raised its elevation angle and fired fiercely. It was as punctual as expected in the plan.