Malashenko didn't know that there was a bastard outside who was trying to get his precious car, hoping to use it to gain military industry promotion and make a fortune so he could leave Stalingrad alive.
But even if Malashenko knew about it, he probably wouldn't take it seriously, hesitate or think about it, because right now, Malashenko couldn't care less about it and just wanted to run away to save his life.
"Bastard! There is a group of Russians outside, probably an infantry squad, squatting on the ruins next to us..."
Malashenko, who was driven back into the car by a burst of gunfire, was sitting in his commander's seat checking weapons and ammunition. In the current situation, even if he didn't want to engage in hand-to-hand combat, it seemed impossible.
If he didn't get rid of the group of Germans outside quickly, in a minute or two Malashenko would not be facing a squad of German infantry. It is no exaggeration to say that even a company of horsemen would hit him in the face.
possible.
"Then what should we do now? Fight them out? Use self-defense weapons?"
Malashenko smoothly took out two M24 long-handled grenades from the storage basket built into the turret that he had long forgotten when he put them inside. This kind of weapon can be thrown farther than ordinary grenades due to the lever principle.
I have always found it easy to use. Of course, maybe because I am a Chinese time traveler, I have a special liking for this kind of drumstick-shaped grenade.
As for why I have a special liking for it, I think any Chinese man must know it. When you see this kind of chicken leg grenade, you see the history of blood and tears of our Chinese nation during the Anti-Japanese War...
"What else? Turn the turret and kill those Germans? Don't be kidding, we can't move at all now. Just park the car in place and turn the turret. Even if they circle around our car, we can't keep up. Load the bullets and prepare.
Fight it out."
Malashenko is right. When the tank can't move and only relies on the rotation of the turret, the speed of the hand-operated steering gear is so stupid that even if Iushkin is exhausted, he probably won't be able to keep up with the group of German guys surrounding him.
The tank was spinning in circles, and it was impossible to use its main gun to kill the group of German infantry outside.
After hearing Malashenko's blurted words, Iushkin, who was still harboring illusions, thought about it and thought that was the case. Then he gave up the unrealistic idea that flashed through his mind and turned to
He picked up the weapons in his hands and prepared to fight a "breakout battle" that he had never encountered before.
"Comrade Commander, don't we have a bottom escape hatch? We can evacuate from there, which is safer."
"Um?"
Sometimes people's brains do have nerve short circuits or forget certain key things. Especially at the most critical moment, such situations often occur due to the high concentration of nerves. At this moment, Malashenko
This is basically the situation.
"Yeah, why did I forget about this! There's a fucking bottom escape hatch. If you go out from here, you might be able to catch those German guys off guard. Why the hell didn't you think of that?
My brain really needs some fucking repairs, it just doesn’t work!”
I don’t know if it was because Malashenko mentioned it casually in the train carriage. Kogin, who returned to the design bureau he chaired and started building cars, actually didn’t forget to give the IS1 prototype a prototype.
The tank's body chassis is equipped with a small hatch specifically for escape.
This small hatch that opens from inside the car and leads directly to the bottom of the car is not too big. At best, it can barely reach the shoulder width of a big man, especially for someone like Malashenko, who is 1.95 meters tall.
The big man had to hunch his back and crouch his waist in the tank, and even more so, he had to extend an arm and then turn sideways to get out, which was extremely frustrating at the time.
Speaking of which, it is quite embarrassing...
This hatch specially used for escape is theoretically useless if the vehicle is not abandoned. After all, no one entering and exiting the tank would be idle and crawling on the ground repeatedly.
But it would be a big mistake to think that this door is of no use at all in normal times. This door also plays a very wonderful and indispensable role for the No. 177 crew: going to the toilet.
As we all know, it is very dangerous to go to the toilet outside a tank on the battlefield, especially in Stalingrad where snipers are almost everywhere. It is even more dangerous. If you go out to urinate, you can be shot to the ground.
No joke.
Malashenko asked himself that he still didn’t want to end his life by falling in a pool of blood holding his little brother, because this way of death was really too damn shameful!
Even if you don't consider anything else, think about it that will be recorded in later Russian history books: "The recipient of the Hero of the Soviet Union and the commander of the heroic 1st Guards Tank Regiment Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko died because he got out of the car to urinate during the Battle of Stalingrad.
He was killed by the brutal fascists and died heroically, making an indelible and outstanding contribution to the Great Patriotic War." Such words.
Malashenko swore that he would never die like this. Damn it, it would be the kind of death that would make the children and teachers laugh in history class.
Ever since, this small hatch, originally used to escape in emergencies, has naturally become the main way for the No. 177 crew to deal with internal emergencies. The method of use is also very simple. When urinating, open the hatch and point it directly at the hole.
Just shoot the gun down. If you need to defecate, you have to squat at the entrance of the hole for a while to resolve it.
In addition, because the size of the hole is too wide for the large size, if you put both legs aside before the pull is completed, your legs will become sore and you will be unable to hold on, and you may fall backwards and your whole butt will be stuck in the hole.
I'm in a dilemma. If I use more force, I don't even rule out the possibility of falling out of the car and sitting on my own hot excrement...
Malashenko, who complained the most about this, also borrowed a welding gun and steel pipe from Karamov, the general manager of the palace, and made a small folding horse with holes by himself. From now on, sitting on the tuba is better than squatting on the tuba.
The feeling is more than a hundred times more comfortable, and after pulling, the pony can be put away without taking up space in the car. Malashenko even admires himself for being so damn smart!
Although there will inevitably be some unpleasant smells when solving internal emergencies in the car, it is still much better than pulling all the large and small ones into the bullet casings, leaving them in the car and unable to throw them out, and worrying about accidentally spilling them all over the floor.
The lingering smell is the most painful.
But now, Malashenko, who used to only want to be safe and save trouble, has to face a very bad real problem...
That damn hatch is often covered in stray urine, and is often sprayed everywhere by the pressurized spray guns of the tough men in the No. 177 crew.
It is impossible to say that there is no smell and traces left on it. When Malashenko thought that he would have to crawl back and forth through this hole now, an unspeakable sense of shame from the civilized people of later generations suddenly came over him.