Malashenko, who was holding his knees with both hands and breathing heavily, raised his head and looked in the direction of Vorokov's finger.
The Red Army soldiers who arrived first did not even have time to take a breath and went straight into the rescue. The lack of tools could not stop this group of steadfast Red Army soldiers. They were digging through the ruins with bare hands without even wearing gloves. Maratha was stunned.
Shenke recalled a familiar feeling of being under the same communist banner.
"What should we do? Comrade Malashenko, do you want to help?"
He forced himself to straighten his back and took a deep breath. Before he could fully recover, Malashenko ran away without even thinking.
"Do I even need to say this? Act quickly!"
Maybe it really was a dilapidated building that was destroyed by a German air raid, as Volokov suspected.
When Malashenko actually came to the ruins and rolled up his sleeves to join the action, the large pile of ruins and rubble in front of him was like a hill, but it still surprised Malashenko, who claimed to be mentally prepared.
"Damn, at least three floors have collapsed. How long will it take to dig with your hands!?"
The busy scene around him gave Malashenko no chance to ask about the specific situation.
Originally planning to ask if there was anyone buried underneath, Malashenko, who was just busy working in vain, had no chance to ask. The busy Red Army soldiers around him had already thrown their guns behind their backs and kept their feet from touching the ground.
, and were not even aware of the newly arrived Malashenko and Vorokov.
"Forget it, this busy work is just for exercise, do it first and then talk about it!"
Malashenko, who was muttering to himself in his heart, saw the busy scene around him and simply gave up the idea of finding someone to ask. At least looking at the posture in front of him, someone should indeed be buried under the ruins and rescued people.
There is no doubt that every second of time is precious.
Malashenko, who wore tank leather gloves on his hands, was in a better situation than the soldiers who were digging and digging through the rubble with their bare hands. At least he didn't have to worry about his hands being cut by gravel and debris.
On the other hand, at this moment, the other Red Army soldiers around them had their hands bloody and covered with scars, but even so, no one present cried out for pain and stopped, still working hard with all their strength.
Malashenko could even see that the Red Army soldier closest to him had a gash at least 15 centimeters long on the back of his hand. His right hand, desperate to save people, hit a sharp piece of gravel with too much force.
There was no time to take it back and the scene was cut straight open, with blood dripping down the wound. Even Malashenko, who was a bystander, felt quite painful when he saw it.
"Find one! I found one! Someone please help me!"
Just when Malashenko was staring at the wounds on the hands of the Red Army soldiers beside him and moving the gravel in his hands, a sudden shout instantly pulled Malashenko's flying soul back, making him
Malashenko immediately turned his gaze to the direction where the voice sounded.
A dusty but extremely excited Red Army soldier was standing on top of the ruins, shouting, waving his arms and calling to his comrades to come over and help him rescue the man.
Seeing this scene, Malashenko immediately put down the rubble in his hand and ran quickly towards the location only a few meters away. An arm that was half hanging in the gap of the ruins appeared next to Marashenko.
In front of Shenke.
"Great! Comrades, start digging and rescue people quickly!"
The second lieutenant of the Red Army who led the team gave an order, and immediately everyone rushed into battle.