Chapter 629 The wall collapses and the house collapses
The artillery barrage of the German 150mm heavy artillery cluster directly covered the entire factory area. Malashenko, who regarded a small office building in the factory area as his regiment headquarters, could feel the ground shaking under his feet and the debris on the ceiling above his head even while standing in the house.
A large piece fell off and hit my forehead, causing a sudden pain.
"Asshole, the house is going to collapse! Everyone, leave quickly and go to the basement, quickly!"
The Stalingrad Tractor Factory has a special air-raid shelter underground bunker built in the factory. The safety factor is enough to withstand the high-altitude bombing of the German aircraft fleet. It is even easier to deal with the current level of German artillery bombardment.
However, Malashenko, who was beaten in the face by the heavy artillery group, obviously did not have time to run out of the small building. When he came to the open space outside the building where 150 mm high-explosive grenades were supplied in unlimited quantities, he was looking for death. Not to mention the direct hit was just shell fragments.
and shock wave are enough to turn Malashenko into a sieve of meat in an instant. Fortunately, there is an underground storage room under the small office building in the factory area for hiding.
"Quick! Move quickly, comrades, run! Get into the basement, quickly!"
In the corridor, Commissar Petrov, who was directing a large number of people from the regiment to evacuate to the basement, was busy, completely ignoring that he was in danger and could be directly hit by German heavy artillery at any time.
Malashenko, who had emerged from the command room, was about to run through the stairwell to the basement. He accidentally caught sight of political commissar Petrov standing not far from him, busy directing everyone. In desperation, he
Not caring to say anything more, Malashenko immediately stepped forward, grabbed Commissar Petrov's arm, turned around and ran away.
"Since when do you care about this!? Get out now, comrade political commissar!"
"Documents and telegrams! There are a lot of things that haven't been brought out..."
"You still care about these rags now!? There is no time, the political commissar..."
Boom——Boom——
Before Malashenko could finish his words, remembering to drag Commissar Petrov away, a 150mm high-explosive grenade hit the second floor wall on the spot at a moment that no one expected. The astonishingly powerful flame storm enveloped the bricks.
Stone debris swept over the scene, and Malashenko, who was separated by a wall, subconsciously threw Commissar Petrov to the ground the moment the screen came over.
The 150mm high-explosive grenade that hit the outer wall of the small building was just over ten meters away from Malashenko. If it were not blocked by the outer wall of the small building and the load-bearing wall in the middle, he could barely manage it while being dizzy.
After regaining consciousness, Malashenko estimated that being killed on the spot was his only fate.
"Huh...huh...cough..."
Panting heavily, he felt that his eardrums were completely torn by the huge explosion and shock wave. Malashenko, who was almost completely unable to hear anything, struggled to get up from the messy stairwell and was thrown to him.
Political Commissar Petrov, who was standing next to him, was also in a state of confusion with his face covered in dust.
"Are you injured?"
"How are you?"
"..."
Political Commissar Petrov and Malashenko immediately stood up and ran away. They asked each other eagerly at almost the same time. They looked at each other and exchanged glances. If they continued like this, they might just end up playing together.
Just as Malashenko and Commissar Petrov were about to leave, a rapid roar like an old ox pulling a cart followed them and hit them directly behind them.
The stairwell, which was already dilapidated and filled with rubble and rotten bricks, was completely blown away and disappeared. The half-collapsed second floor with a big hole completely collapsed and was completely reduced to a bungalow.
If it were not for the sincerity and sufficient materials used in man-made houses these days, and the engineers who specially strengthened the load-bearing walls and overall structure of the house during the emergency preparations a while ago, Malashenko would have been suppressed by the quality of the tofu projects of later generations.
It became a puddle of meatloaf.
The violent explosion above his head and the second sound of house collapse that followed made Malashenko dare not look back. Malashenko, who kept running towards the basement, was shaken this way and that several times and almost fell down.
, but no matter how unbearable the posture was, even if it was like a dog chewing shit, he did not dare to stop, for fear that if he took a step slower, he would be beaten to pieces by the collapsing ceiling.
"Comrade, Comrade Political Commissar! Quick, this way! Get in quickly!"
The young communications staff officer of the regiment stood at the entrance of the underground storage room, shouting and waving to the two political commissars Malashenko and Petrov who had appeared at the corner at the end of the corridor.
The violent explosions coming from above and outside the surrounding houses continued for a long time and became more and more ear-piercing. Malashenko, who originally fell once when he ran for more than ten meters, now fell once after running a few steps because of the violent vibrations under his feet.
Malashenko estimated that based on this formation, the German army must have put in more artillery. The firepower could even catch up with the firepower of an artillery regiment directly under the Soviet army. This level of heavy artillery attack was very difficult for the German army, which had always been a fool.
It is obviously unusual for field artillery.
"How many heavy artillery did these Germans bring in? Damn it!"
Malashenko, who was unsteady and almost fell to the ground, held on to the wall and continued to run forward.
He had barely taken two steps out when political commissar Petrov, who was already missing an arm and had poor balance, stepped on his foot due to too much vibration and was about to fall. Malashenko, who didn't think too much, just used his shoulder.
He supported the political commissar Petrov who was about to fall, put his hands behind his back, carried him on his back, and ran away.
"Malashenko! What are you doing!? I can still run, I'm not useless! Put me down quickly!"
"Run? Look at the way you run, limping and swaying here and there like a puppet. Just shut your mouth. I am the leader of the group. When the gun fires, I am the biggest in the group! You have to too.
listen to me!"
"...."
Ever since the First Guards Tank Breakthrough Regiment was formed and Commissar Petrov took the initiative to be transferred from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to the position of political commissar of the regiment, Malashenko, who has always gotten along well with each other and respected each other more than ordinary comrades-in-arms, has never used this method.
He spoke to Commissar Petrov in this tone.
After realizing why Malashenko did this, he simply stopped refusing and was carried all the way to the storage room by Malashenko.
As soon as Malashenko entered the door, the regimental communications staff guarding the door immediately closed the door. The terrible vibration that followed in the corridor was obviously a ceiling collapse, and the sound of falling gravel was like
It's like the death knell that echoes in this underground storage room.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
He stumbled and ran wildly under almost earthquake-like conditions. In the end, he still carried a large living person on his back. Malashenko, who had been living in the tank every day, only to eat and sleep when he got out of the car, rarely did such high-intensity exercise.
After putting down the political commissar Petrov, he immediately sat down on the ground and gasped for air as if he was exhausted.