"How much do you know about the Germans' new gadget? The reconnaissance company suffered a lot from it. Isn't it a bit too contemptuous?"
Malashenko, who was sitting in his commander's position, was smoking a cigarette alone. The turret hatch above his head was fully opened and used as a vent. Although the cold wind was pouring in, it was a bit colder, but it was still better than being swallowed by the thick smoke.
The smell was locked in the sealed turret and smelled the rich and turbid smell. There was more than just the smell of smoke.
"It's not too much, but this thing can't penetrate our heavy tanks. The penetration depth is 200 mm. The amount of charge and shooting scale are all written in the manual. The Germans attached the operating instructions to the box.
"I guess I wanted to teach the new recruits how to use the eggs, but I didn't expect that the "notorious" Malashenko could also read German, which actually gave us an advantage."
The key performance of Tekken 60 is the same as in the existing history. This is the result that Malashenko personally confirmed on the simple weapon manual "included" in the box.
Speaking of which, this cannot be regarded as carelessness on the part of the Germans. After all, in the field of military weapons, including instructions included in the box is still done even in the 21st century, and it is the same all over the world. You have to tell the first time
Those who take over this thing should know how to use it, and not all of them have experienced hands to teach them.
Of course, the cosmic artifact that a certain interstellar ranger leader and his 50-dollar buddies searched throughout the galaxy does not count. There is really no weapon manual that comes with that thing, but it is still
What Americans say, "I see there are weapons of mass destruction in your house," is extremely powerful.
Malashenko was originally worried that there was something fishy about the Kraut's Iron Fist. Maybe it had an increased charge or an improved range, which would make it more powerful and hit farther.
However, the weapon manual that came with the box dispelled Malashenko's idea. It was clearly written in black and white on the paper. The German even thoughtfully asked that no one should stand behind his butt when launching this thing.
Up.
Of course, the more important thing is that Tekken 60 is still the same Tekken 60 in history. All the key attributes and indicators are exactly the same and have not changed at all. This time, Malashenko was quite surprised.
He flicked the cigarette ashes with one hand and released the button on the microphone that he had been holding down with the other hand. Malashenko, who was filled with fairy spirit, was sure that his voice was loud enough, and Lavrinenko on the other end should hear it very clearly.
, as long as there is nothing wrong with this crappy radio.
"...You are always thoughtful. Sometimes I wonder, should I also learn German? You always make me envious. You understand many German things."
Changes in people are always subtle, including of course Lavrinenko, who had always scorned the German language. Some things are just so magical.
"You? Oh, come on..."
Malashenko does have some bad words at times, but to a good brother, this is more like a simple joke.
"You hate those crappy German things from the bottom of your heart, and I don't like them that much, so it's fine if one of us understands it. It's not easy to learn new things at our age, let alone a language."
Malashenko's speaking style is like this. It is very different from ordinary Red Army commanders and soldiers. He can make jokes and talk with ease. It happens that the current conversation is still on the public radio channel, and people at the same level can hear it.
But there were more than just two brothers, Malashenko and Lavrinenko. Before the words were spoken, a third good brother had already joined the line.
"Should we report this matter, comrade division commander? Friendly troops may be in big trouble when encountering this thing, especially those medium tanks."
Kulbalov, who joined the chat room midway, made a constructive speech as soon as he came up. Malashenko, who put out his cigarette butt in the 122 cartridge ashtray beside him, immediately answered.
"I've told Comrade Political Commissar to do it, don't worry. In addition, this new thing of the Germans is called the Iron Fist. As you can see, one person can indeed carry it and run around, so be careful in the future, a German
You can knock over one of our heavy tanks, especially when we are close to a battle, do you understand?"
In the past, Malashenko only had to worry about German tanks and anti-tank guns, but it is different now.
In the houses on the street, in the ditches on the roadside, in the haystacks in the wild, who knows where in the next second a German lunatic will suddenly pop out and pick up the big-headed stick in his hand to hit you.
If it's frontal armor, it's okay. Existing heavy tanks are already immune to attacks from this thing, so don't worry too much.
But if you get hit from the side, it would be a lot of fun. At least someone will die in the car, and at worst, the ammunition will explode and you will not be able to escape. If you are not looking for excitement, it is best not to try it with your precious car.
From now on, even if you encounter a German soldier on the battlefield, you will have to hurry up and kill him. Who knows if there is an iron fist hidden in the trench at the feet of this bastard, no one can say for sure.
Either you kill him or he will find a way to kill you. Unless you perform French military salutes, the rules on the battlefield are that simple.
The rest of the cross-country trip went smoothly. Malashenko always kept the turret roof open and went out to take a look at the binoculars from time to time. In addition to hearing the faint rumble of gunfire and explosions from the distant horizon, Malashenko
I saw nothing else, not even a German figure, not even a German hair.
When things go awry, there must be monsters. In line with the principle of being careful and sailing a thousand-year-old ship, Malashenko, who was worried, picked up the radio transmitter at hand and spoke again.
"Contact the reconnaissance company to inquire about the situation. They should be able to see the final encirclement point now."
Alexi, who had a piece of flesh blown off from his arm by a gunshot, was a man. He hung the bandage around his arm around his neck and fixed it, but he still refused to withdraw from the battle. Alexi still needed to lead the reconnaissance company.
Malashenko, who was on the road, simply complied with his wish, and now it is really impossible to live without him.
Malashenko, who made the inquiry, waited for a short while before the liaison officer in charge of relay communications conveyed the message from Alexi.
"The reconnaissance company reported that they have seen the village of Zvonichdaka. Company Commander Alexi said that he found a small group of enemies patrolling outside the village. He did not see any enemy heavy weapons or tanks, only infantry. Please inquire.
Malashenko, who was sure that he heard clearly, suddenly became interested and cheered up. This ghost place in Zvonichdaka Village was the designated meeting place, and Malashenko had reason to believe that he had arrived here first.
The first Red Army unit.
But now some Germans have emerged from this ghost place, which is a little different from what I expected. Could it be that the Germans escaped faster than before in history?