Oleg, who hurriedly ran up with the Tokarev pistol in his hand, looked very flustered. He was really worried that the three shots he had just fired at the German stick might have penetrated the enemy.
The body then injured Varosha. Anyone familiar with the Tokarev TT33 pistol knows that the huge lethality of this thing cannot be denied.
"Hey! Varosha, are you okay? How are you?"
Major Varosha, who was pressed by the SS corpse, seemed to be fine. Before Oleg, who kept asking questions, came to his side, Major Varosha, who was holding the ground with one hand, pushed him away.
With more than a hundred kilograms of stinky meat weighing down on his body, the carp straightened up and sat up.
"I'm fine, but you'd better find me some cloth that can be used to bandage the wound. Gauze is the best!"
Major Varosha, who was breathing heavily, raised his right hand as he spoke. Oleg, who hurried to Varosha's side, opened his eyes and saw clearly. He didn't have anything with him just now.
Varosha used his protective right hand to hold the bayonet with his bare hand. At the moment, the entire palm of his right hand was already covered in blood from being cut by the sharp blade.
"Oh! Damn it, Varosha, you idiot! Why are you grabbing the bayonet with your hand? Are you crazy?"
Although he complained like this, he seemed to be quite dissatisfied with Varosha's bold action just now, but Oleg's actual actions were very honest. He almost tore it off from the damaged gap with a sneer as quickly as possible.
Cut off his own sleeve, put the slightly cleaner inner lining towards Major Varosha's palm, put his hands together and started to bandage the wound.
"If I hadn't dragged the German guy down, both of us would have died. No one had bullets in his gun at that time, and the German guy was still condescending."
Oleg had to admit that what Varosha said was indeed correct.
When the SS soldier suddenly jumped out and appeared in front of him, Oleg, who had no gun to use in his desperation, even planned to fly towards him and knock down the bastard German guy first, but in the end he reacted even more
The swift Varosha is just one step ahead of others.
Seeing that Oleg, who was just bandaging his wound to stop the bleeding, did not reply, but just listened. The unfazed Major Varosha then raised his head slightly, and looked out across the top of the trench with his parallel line of sight, his eyes looking out.
The sight I saw was quite unpleasant.
"Damn! These Germans have too many people. If they continue like this, they will fall sooner or later. It is difficult for us to even organize an organized defense now. We are almost completely fighting on our own."
Oleg naturally knew that Varosha was telling the truth, but he still kept his expression calm and his heart not beating. He did not speak slowly until he finally tied up the simple bandage with both hands.
"Then what are you going to do? We can't contact Comrade Brigade Commander right now. All commands and orders are at your own discretion."
Today's infantry-tank coordination has neither walkie-talkies nor radios. Even if it does, it relies on command vehicles at all levels of Stalin's 1st Heavy Tank Brigade of the Guards, which are equipped with wired telephones. Other than that,
You can only rely on self-judgment and understanding on the battlefield.
What Oleg said is true. Varosha really has no way to contact Malashenko, let alone how to obtain orders from Malashenko. Everything can only be decided by his own command experience.
The SS soldier who just appeared out of nowhere has now made Major Varosha realize that his own defense has completely lost its organization. The bad situation of fighting on their own has always been a problem for the defenders who have no troops and supplies.
A taboo for military strategists.
Perhaps the close combat situation on the SS side is also not good. Facts have proved that many times the close combat between the enemy and ourselves is carried out without cover. But even the SS almost fights on its own.
In the final analysis, the advantage lies with them. Who knows that they have three divisions of troops?
If it continues like this, the first one to be defeated will definitely be our own side. Realizing that the situation of the war can no longer be hesitant, Major Varosha strengthened his determination. Even if he had to be held accountable afterwards, he would bear all the responsibility alone.
"Comrade squad leaders of each company and platoon, lead your comrades to retreat immediately! It must be carried out in an organized manner along the trenches and traffic trench bunkers, and it cannot be chaotic and lead to a rout! If you cannot contact the commanders and soldiers, let the soldiers convey it, quickly!"
Oleg glanced at Major Varosha without any dissuasion or hesitation. He immediately picked up the MP40 submachine gun that fell on the ground and prepared to get up and leave, executing the order.
But at this moment, something unexpected happened suddenly.
A shell fired from an unknown source hit the upper edge of the trench where Major Varosha and Oleg were. Although the shell did not directly hit the trench, it still caused huge damage that cannot be ignored.
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boom--
A dull and loud sound that was too late to avoid was shocking and echoed in his ears. Major Varosha, who tried to open his eyes in a blur, felt as if he was deaf. On the battlefield that was originally filled with gunfire, there was now no sound.
Only the tinnitus that stretched infinitely into a line was left, and even the entire world visible in the eyes became blurred and swayed upside down.
"Huh...heh...ah..."
Major Varosha, who was gasping for air, realized that he was not dead yet. He had just been blown backwards by the artillery shell hit at close range, and fell solidly to the earth wall of the trench. Although his whole back
The pain was as if it was about to break, but I could still manage to stand up straight.
"Damn it, Oleg...Oleg! How are you, get up!"
The staggering Major Varosha staggered and hurried to Oleg, who was not far away.
Oleg, who had been discussing countermeasures with him just now, fell to the ground like a puppet with his soul stripped away, without saying a word or making any movement.
Major Varosha, who could not hear clearly himself, knelt down on the ground, stretched out his arms and shook Oleg vigorously as he fell to the ground. Seeing that there was no movement, he directly lifted his good brother up.
Turn over.
Oleg, who was instantly thrown away by the shell's shock wave and knocked unconscious, finally managed to survive while gasping for air after being manipulated like this.
"Huh...huh, what happened just now? I...were we not killed by the bomb!?"
Oleg, who had just woken up, was still in shock, but Major Varosha, who was extremely vigilant, had already poked his head out again, looking straight at the battlefield in front of him, looking for the target. He wanted to see which bastard it was just now.