Chapter 1847 Leaving the car without authorization
Chapter 1847 Leaving the car without permission
Malashenko never expected that these fascist lackeys would still resist at this time. The damn train was derailed and the front of the car was blown apart. What's the point of having a hammer for you to resist at this time?
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You want to die, right? OK, buddy, I’ll help you!
Malashenko, who was holding a wireless microphone and was filled with hatred, was about to issue a "death declaration" to these gangsters. He had already brought the microphone to his lips, but suddenly he remembered those derailed carriages.
You can't mess around with it, because it contains the final mission goal of your trip, a batch of vital treasures.
I still don't know which carriage the German guy put the treasure in, so if I make a rash call, I will probably blow up the treasure as well.
But if you think about it from another angle, there is no reason why those Germans can't understand the truth that Malashenko can understand.
Thinking about it this way, these Germans probably knew this and chose this seemingly stupid move. After the carriage derailed, they continued to fight to the death and resisted. It seemed that the meaning was unclear and they were just seeking death.
Behind the appearance, there is a high probability that he has taken advantage of Malashenko's trap and does not dare to fight randomly.
But because of this, the more Malashenko understood why these Germans did what they did, the more angry he became, as if he had eaten a fly in his mouth.
Damn you? You really think I can’t get rid of you, right? If I don’t beat your shit out today, I’ll be clean!
In a rage, Malashenko got angry and without notifying anyone, he left his car, jumped from the turret, jumped onto the platform and cargo yard, and transformed into an infantryman.
He was also carrying the AK with a shortened barrel and a folding metal stock in his hand for self-defense. He made it clear that he did not intend to stay in the car any longer, leaving Iushkin alone who looked confused and anxious to get angry.
Shouting behind me.
"Hey! What are you doing!? It's dangerous outside, come back quickly!"
There was no response to Iushkin's loud shout behind him. Malashenko, who did not look back, just walked forward and quickly walked down the platform goods yard in three steps and two steps.
Seeing this situation, Iushkin was completely at his wits end. He wanted to get out of the car and chase after him to protect his comrade, but then he thought that the effect he could have by going there in person was limited. One person's power was ultimately
is insufficient.
Iushkin, who simply changed his mind, randomly changed his position and came to Malashenko's commander's seat. He turned around and fiddled with the radio station next to Malashenko's commander's seat, trying to learn what he had learned from his memory.
to connect to the desired channel. After confirming that the desired radio frequency has been adjusted, pick up the radio transmitter and press the opening button.
"Hey, does anyone hear you? Car No. 177 is calling, Car No. 177 is calling!"
Iushkin didn’t know whether the radio frequency he had just adjusted was the channel he wanted. After some operation, it was certainly not a blind adjustment, but a targeted frequency adjustment. Iushkin did have what he wanted now.
To set a call target, it depends on whether the channel is adjusted correctly.
Fortunately, Iushkin, who had received a complete training course as a commander, was relatively familiar with radio stations, and after some anxious and fiddling operations, he was able to get through to the target he wanted.
"Iushkin? Is it you?! Why are you calling? Where are the teachers and comrades?"
The person who heard the voice on the other end of the radio was Varosha, the commander of the infantry regiment, and he was also the person Iushkin really wanted to get through to the conversation immediately. Only the infantrymen under him could protect the comrade commander.
"Comrade Commander, he left the command vehicle and suddenly walked away. I don't know what he was doing, and he didn't tell me, but I feel that he should have gone to direct the final clearing battle of the infantry."
"He is alone now, and there is not a single guard around him! He just left the platform of the freight yard and headed towards the waiting hall. Send someone to protect him quickly, and don't let the German skirmishers at the station shoot him.
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As members of the core team around Malashenko, Varosha and Iushkin are relatively familiar with each other because of Malashenko, although their positions and military ranks are very different and they often meet.
So when the special call sign of Comrade Division Commander echoed in his ears but it was not his own voice, Varosha, who felt that the voice was relatively familiar, guessed that the person calling was Iushkin without much thought, but Iushkin
The news that Ushkin gave in a machine-gun voice was so true that it was shocking.
"What are you talking about!? Comrade division commander left the car by himself? He didn't take any guards with him!? No...I said, I said, why didn't you stop him!? What do you do as a gunner?"
Faced with Varosha's loud questioning full of disbelief and surprise on the other end of the radio, Iushkin could only smile helplessly.
"I wanted to stop him, but he didn't give me a chance. Besides, do you think I can really stop him?"
"...."
Varosha, who was holding a radio transmitter in his mobile command vehicle, was speechless for a moment. He blinked twice and then thought that now was not the time to talk about such nonsense. He quickly found the comrade of the division commander and protected him.
Getting up is the most important thing.
"Okay, leave this matter to me. I'll send someone to protect Comrade Commander! We'll talk about the rest later. The call is over."
Varosha, who put down the radio, did not dare to show any signs of neglect. Varosha, who had just led his team to the forecourt of the Qingqing Station, ended the call and immediately got off the car, still holding his standard in his hand.
The infantry-length AK moved towards the surrounding guards to guard him on his left and right. The guard company that had also just arrived immediately waved his hand.
"Comrades! Comrade the division commander is in danger at the station. He is alone now and urgently needs protection! Everyone from the guard company to follow me to find and protect comrade the division commander! Let's go!"
One soldier is a raging enemy, a general is raging in a den, and what kind of general leads to what kind of soldiers. This classic war philosophy can be said to be vividly reflected and fully interpreted at this moment.
Malashenko left his command post without authorization and ran around. Varosha, who received the news, could not relax and let his subordinates handle it, and immediately decided to lead the team to find the division commander himself. The two superiors and subordinates were simply
It's the urine quality carved from the same mold.
What about the comrade who is the teacher at this moment? How is Comrade Ma doing now? What is he doing?
At this moment, Malashenko was running quickly along the station square, which had been run over once by his own tank troops but had not yet been completely occupied by the follow-up infantry forces, towards the waiting hall where the fiercest infantry battle had just broken out.
, that anxious look on his face means that anyone who comes to see him will know that his butt is on fire right now.