The German troops on the ground were running away in all directions, running faster than rabbits. They all looked like panicked marmots jumping around in the tunnel. Although no actual white flag has been raised so far, if we follow this
If the situation continues to develop, it will only be a matter of time after all.
A single ammunition capacity is 75 rounds, and two reinforced drums combined in parallel for a total of 150 rounds are not very durable, especially when used with the extremely fast anti-aircraft MG42.
Yegorovich, who was holding the machine gun on the tank turret and standing on the engine hood, quickly ran out of ammunition. Normally, when encountering such a situation on the battlefield, a deputy shooter would step forward to help.
One is the best situation, at least handing over a brand new fully loaded drum is the most basic operation.
But Yegorovich, the violent battlefield machine gun ranger, had no assistant shooter, or in other words, there were almost no suitable people who could keep up with this guy's rampage.
Once this guy starts fighting, he will look like a bloodthirsty madman and will kill any prey within his sight. However, he still retains the most basic sense and can distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. To describe it concisely and concisely
It's similar to a giant green-purple artificial creature that goes berserk to protect its cubs when the power goes out.
Yegorovich was one of the few survivors of the Sevastopol Fortress, but few people knew about his bloody legendary experience, and he never mentioned it to people who were unfamiliar with him.
Not many people knew that Yegorovich's five-year-old son, three-year-old daughter, wife, mother, and younger brother were all killed by German shelling and bombing in the military-affiliated civilian area of Sevastopol.
"Don't say I am 38 years old now. Even if I am 50 or 60 years old now, I will still continue to fight against these fascist scum! I just want revenge. Defending the motherland and defending the faith can only be ranked second.
Two! If the Red Army doesn't take me in, I will take a gun and fight alone! I will fight until I am killed by the Germans, or until I can no longer find those fascist scum to kill."
In that brief moment when he stretched out his hand to change the ammunition, Yegorovich inadvertently recalled that after escaping from occupied Sevastopol, he underwent a second political review because of his status as a suspected prisoner.
Even thinking about it now, Yegorovich did not feel the slightest regret for what he had said.
That's right, the only reason to keep fighting is revenge, nothing else.
Yegorovich only received the most basic education and could not read many words. Even if he was told the truth, he could not understand it, and he was too lazy to pay attention to it. Only the most basic principle of revenge and tit for tat was deeply rooted in
It was imprinted on his heart and never changed.
Memories of the past flashed through his mind like an accelerating slideshow, and then disappeared. Yegorovich, whose eyes were still as cold as ever and unsmiling, was performing the actions in his hands quickly and deftly.
Yegorovich threw the empty parallel double drum to the back of his head like trash and ignored it. The spare double drum that was taken off the ammunition carrier on his butt was hung on the gun.
,Ready.
Yegorovich had already touched the upper receiver cover with his right hand and was about to unload it and complete the final preparation before firing again. Before he could put it into practice, a German bullet fired from an unknown place went straight towards him.
He rushed towards his face and hit the gun with a sudden and unexpected gesture. There was a crisp "bang" sound and sparks splashed straight into his face.
"Oh! Shit!"
It is true that Yegorovich is a hateful battlefield avenger, but this does not mean that he is obsessed with revenge and ignores other things.
Yegorovich, who has experienced hundreds of battles so far, cherishes his life more than anyone else. He has always believed in the absolute truth that only by living longer can he kill more Germans.
With his superb combat skills and superb sixth sense on the battlefield, Yegorovich almost gave up and let go of the machine gun in his arms at the last moment. He instantly shrank behind the tank turret like a puppet with its strings cut off.
To hide.
"Huh...huh, these bastards and snipers, why didn't you notice where they were hiding just now?"
The 7.92mm Mauser rifle bullet failed to damage Yegorovich's vitals, but it penetrated the body of the MG42, opened a bullet hole and went out, directly scraping off Yegorovich's left hand, which was holding the machine gun at the time.
a piece of meat.
The middle part of the left hand muscle where the index finger and thumb are connected is already bleeding. Yegorovich, who raised his left hand to the position in front of his eyes, can clearly see: the German's sudden and elusive shot almost blew off his left hand as big as the thumbnail.
Although the large piece of flesh and blood did not hurt the finger and would not affect the subsequent use of the gun, it is impossible to say that it does not hurt.
Yegorovich, who was determined to fight the Germans to the death, was not the kind of coward who jumped into the line of fire with only minor injuries. This battle had just begun and there were still a lot of Germans waiting for him to kill with his own hands.
Yegorovich treated his wounds quickly and roughly. A piece of rag torn from the cuff of his left arm was directly wrapped around his hand, and then wrapped around twice randomly like a cable, and then his right hand, mouth and teeth went into battle.
Bite and tighten, and a simple battlefield bandage first aid was completed in less than half a minute.
Don’t be surprised by Yegorovich’s proficiency and speed. For him, who has battle scars all over his body and has come back alive after going around the gate of hell several times, this kind of thing has long been a problem in Sevastopol.
It's a daily routine that I've become accustomed to.
After the wound was bandaged, the battle continued. Yegorovich did not hesitate to pick up the weapon that fell on the top of the tank turret and prepare to continue fighting.
But...even though this was a very low probability event, it happened to be happened to Yegorovich.
The German's Mauser rifle bullet directly punched a hole in the MG42's gun body, and it was the main part of the middle part of the gun body that accommodates the firing component.
The springs and firing pins inside were now smashed by the warheads. Yegorovich knew that his precious gun could no longer be used for the time being just by looking at it. He had to wait for the battle to end and use it from other captured MG42s.
It can be repaired by disassembling some parts.
If there is no machine gun available, what should we do next?
Yegorovich did not want to pick up other weapons that were not effective. The efficiency of killing the Germans was too slow. The machine gun was the only choice for a real man.
Fortunately, Yegorovich, who had sharp eyes like a hawk, quickly found a replacement target: right on top of the head of the unique IS6 heavy tank.