Chapter 506

The driver seemed to be a veteran. After getting the order from trakov, he promised low and stepped on the gas. The jeep darted forward. The speed of the car increased, and the car became extremely bumpy. The signalmen quickly carried the communication equipment on their bodies, so as not to be damaged.

In less than five minutes, we drove to the top of a hillside. After the driver had stabilized the car, he confidently said to trikov, "report to the commander, this hillside is about three kilometers away from the position in the west of the village. The battlefield can be clearly seen here, but it is not easy to be found by the enemy. "

Before he could finish, trakov could not wait to push the door open and jumped down. The signalman opposite me asked the driver mischievously, "what if the enemy finds out?"

The driver rolled his eyes and said angrily, "even if the enemy finds out, it doesn't matter. It will take at least ten minutes for their tanks to get here from the battlefield. By that time, we will have run out of sight."

"Stop chatting, comrades of the soldiers, move down the communication equipment as soon as possible. The commander is still waiting for us. We should resume contact with the position as soon as possible." I was afraid that they would not finish talking, so I stopped them in time, got out of the car first and came to trakov's side.

We stand in a position with a wide field of vision. We can clearly see the situation on the battlefield with a telescope. There were four or five damaged German tanks far away, emitting thick black smoke, while the remaining 20 or so intact tanks set up their positions several hundred meters away from our army, supporting the charging infantry with artillery fire.

Our army's defensive position has only one trench, which is engulfed in an instant by the smoke of tank shells, so that we can't see the situation in the trench at all. Fifty or sixty meters behind the trench, there were four tanks of our army. They were fighting back fiercely with tank guns.

"Comrade commander, we are in touch with the position." The messenger carrying the walkie talkie came to me and handed me the earphone and the transmitter.

I put down my telescope, put on my earphone, and began to shout to the tank soldiers: "Lieutenant yambekov, Lieutenant yambekov, I'm lieutenant oshanina. If you hear me, please answer! If you hear me, please answer

After a moment's silence, the voice of lieutenant yambekov came from the earphone again: "Comrade commander, I hear your voice."

"What happened just now? Why is the communication interrupted?" I was also thinking about the sudden interruption of communication just now, so I couldn't help asking.

"Report to commander, just now our tank was hit by enemy shells and the radio station was damaged, so we lost contact with you. Now the station has been repaired and can be used normally. "

"Comrade lieutenant," looking at the smoke filled battlefield, I asked with concern, "which tank are you in?"

"I'm in the first one, the first one on the left." He reported his position accurately.

I quickly raised the telescope around my neck and looked at the position he said. Our tanks are lined up. Except for the first heavy tank on the left hand, the rest are all common T-34 tanks. They are firing at the German tank line. Perhaps the enemy found that the heavy tank was the biggest threat to them, so they concentrated at least eight tanks to bombard lieutenant yambekov's tanks. However, the armor of this kV heavy tank was Pishi. Although it was hit by German shells from time to time, there was nothing on the tank body except a few pits when the smoke of gunpowder dispersed. The German tanks were not so lucky. After being hit by the shells of our tanks, they either caught fire or were directly removed from their turrets. With little effort, another seven or eight German tanks were reimbursed by our tanks.

"Well done, comrade lieutenant." I praised him in a loud voice, "you must make good use of the advantage of your tanks' thick armor to kill all the enemy tanks on the opposite side."

Unexpectedly, after a moment's silence, Lieutenant yambekov said in embarrassment, "Comrade commander, we can't last long. I suggest you withdraw as soon as possible."

"Retreat?! Why do you say that, comrade Lieutenant? " As for the suggestion of lieutenant yambekov, I asked strangely, "don't our tanks have an advantage in the battlefield? I see that the enemy's tank shells hit your tank body, and there is almost no threat. Why do you say that they can't be stopped? "

Lieutenant yambekov replied bitterly, "Comrade commander, we don't have many shells and we won't be able to support them for long. Once the shells are gone, the enemy can easily get rid of us. "

"Can you get out safely?" I asked anxiously when I heard the Lieutenant's dilemma.

After a moment's silence, the lieutenant replied difficultly, "Comrade commander, I don't think it can be done. Our tanks were left to serve as temporary turrets when they broke down or their tracks were broken. What we can do is wait until the shells are finished, then fight with the infantry who rush up, and finally die with the tanks. "

By this time, the German infantry had solved our trench. In order to prevent accidental killing, the German tanks stopped shooting and rushed towards the trench with a bang of gas. Our tanks speeded up their shooting, trying to separate German tanks from their infantry and relieve the pressure on our soldiers who held their positions.

At first glance, the German infantry were well-trained. They were in groups of three or five, using craters alternately to cover their charge towards our trenches. In contrast, our soldiers are not only few, but also far less effective than the Germans. Many people stand up straight and are knocked down by the enemy's bullets as soon as they get one or two shots. As the number of our soldiers in the position became less and less, the German infantry began to rush into the trenches one after another and launched close combat with our soldiers.

Seeing that the situation was not good, in addition to the fact that lieutenant yambekov's tanks were still shooting at the approaching German tanks, the other three tanks had adjusted their muzzle and began to bombard the soldiers who were rushing to the position.

Just after firing a few guns, German tanks retaliated. More than a dozen tanks opened fire together, and three tanks were enveloped in smoke in an instant. After the smoke was thinned by the wind, I could see that the three tanks had been enveloped by fire and black smoke, and only the heavy tank of lieutenant yambekov was left in the battlefield.

After destroying a German tank approaching the trench, the Lieutenant's tank stopped firing completely. As my commanders and men in the trench were all dead and wounded at this moment, the German infantry surged up, jumped into the trench one after another, and began to remove the remaining strength of our army.

Seeing that the heavy tank had stopped firing, trakov put down his telescope, turned his head and asked harshly, "commander oshanina, what's the matter with them? Why don't we fire? The enemy infantry has poured into the trench. In a few minutes, the German tanks will cross the trench and attack the small village we just left. "

"Lieutenant yambekov," I asked calmly, trying to control my emotions, "Comrade lieutenant, why don't you fire? Is it all shells

"Yes, comrade commander, we have run out of shells." Lieutenant yambekov replied quickly, and then added, "but we still have thousands of bullets in the car, so we can teach the damn Krauts a lesson."

I was very satisfied with his answer, so I told him to say, "Comrade lieutenant, calm down and wait for the enemy to enter your fire range before firing, so as to kill them as much as possible."

"Yes, comrade commander." Lieutenant yambekov replied politely.

After clearing the trenches, the German infantry crawled out one after another and ran towards our tanks with guns. After running more than 20 steps, they jumped into the crater one after another and watched the non smoldering tank with vigilance.

After a while, a five man German combat team jumped out of the crater and quickly approached the tank under the cover of the dense craters. With more than ten meters left, a German soldier leaned out of the crater, picked up his submachine gun and opened fire at the tank.

Listening to the clear gunfire from the earphone, I'm afraid that any soldier in the tank can't control it. If he shoots without permission, he will be exposed ahead of time. The enemy's hidden position is very good. Even if they shoot, they won't kill many enemies. So I nervously told him: "Comrade lieutenant, the enemy is just shooting tentatively. They don't find you at all. Don't shoot until the enemy gets closer."

"Yes, comrade commander." The lieutenant replied with a smile, "we are ready to fire when more enemies come into our firing range. Even if you're going to die, you have to pull a few more people on your back. "

Although his words were full of pride, I felt sad when I heard them.

After hitting a magazine, seeing that there was no reaction in the tank, the German stood up straight, put on a new clip as if no one else, walked out of the crater with the rest of the fighting team, passed the tank calmly and walked towards the village.

Seeing that the combat team passed our army's behemoth safely, the German soldiers who were hiding in the crater climbed out of the crater again, arranged their formation, and followed the combat team to the village.

As dozens of Germans slowly passed by the tank, a long firecracker burst out from the shooting hole behind the turret. Almost at the same time, a clear sound of shooting came from the earphone. At the same time, a soldier was shouting: "the German should die, you all go to hell with me."

In a neat line, the dozen German soldiers in the middle fell on both sides before they could recover. The rest of the German soldiers who were not affected were scared away. Some of them lay down beside the tracks and hid in the dead corner of the shooting; Some fish jumped into a nearby crater and buried themselves low to avoid being hit by machine gun bullets.

"Good!" Trekov couldn't help cheering up. When the surrounding signalmen saw that our tanks opened fire and knocked down so many enemies, they also talked excitedly.

After all, the German army was well-trained. Before they could get into our range, the soldiers responded quickly. They fired at the tanks from different directions. I saw a piece of sparks on the surface of the tank. I didn't pay any attention to the enemy's shooting on such a scale. You know, this kind of heavy tank can't even pierce the enemy's anti tank guns, let alone ordinary bullets.

After shooting for a while, the German army found that there was no effect and stopped shooting in vain. Two clever soldiers, holding grenades, quietly climbed up from the other side of the tank. Looking at the grenades in their hands, I immediately understood what they were trying to do. I was so anxious that I yelled at the transmitter: "Lieutenant yambekov, some Germans have climbed up the tank. They have grenades in their hands. I repeat, they have grenades in their hands. They want to put grenades through the hatch and blow you all up. "

Lieutenant yambekov's voice came out of the earphone calmly: "understand, comrade commander, their plot will not succeed. I will teach them a lesson."

The turret slowly turned and squeezed the two German soldiers who were not stable on the car body. Then, the front of the turret opened fire, and the two machine guns in front and behind opened fire on the enemy. From the headphones, I can clearly hear the sound of machine gun fire, vaguely mixed with the German scream.

Although the German infantry had nothing to do with our tanks, it did not mean that their tanks had nothing to do with them. More than a dozen German tanks crossed the trench and slowly approached lieutenant yambekov's heavy tank.

Seeing this scene, I cried out again: "Lieutenant yambekov, do you see that there are more than a dozen tanks approaching you, approaching you."

Lieutenant yambekov calmly replied, "I see it, comrade commander. It's a pity that there are no shells, otherwise I can kill them all like shooting at such a short distance. "

When I heard the lieutenant say that, I couldn't help sighing. If they had known that, they should have left a few shells and knocked them out one by one when the German tanks came near.

With a serious face, trakov came up to me, reached for my earphone and transmitter, and said in a loud voice, "Lieutenant yambekov, I'm general trakov. I've seen your performance on the battlefield today with my own eyes. I'd like to say that you are really good

"Comrade General," because trakov didn't explain his position to the lieutenant, because the lieutenant only called him his rank politely, "please rest assured that we will fight to the last moment of our lives, and would rather die than be captured by the Germans."

The German tanks stopped only 20 meters away from yambekov's tanks, with more than a dozen Black Muzzles pointing at the tanks still firing. Those German infantry who had been hiding nearby, in order to prevent being injured by their own shells, they fled from their hiding places one after another. In the shooting corner of the better point, successfully escaped to a safe place; Those who were in range were knocked down by random guns as soon as they got together.

German tanks and other infantry were almost evacuated. After a pause, they fired at lieutenant yambekov's tanks. Our tanks were covered in smoke and fire. Trekov pulled the earphone from his ear and held it in his hand. It was estimated that the explosion was too loud for him.

As the smoke dispersed, the tank had changed beyond recognition, the canopy of the turret had been lifted, and the body was still emitting bursts of black smoke. Although kV Tank's armor is thick, it can't stand the bombardment of more than ten tanks in such a short distance.

"Comrade General, are you still there?" Lieutenant yambekov's weak voice came from his headphones.

"I'm still here, comrade lieutenant." Trekov put one side of the headset close to his ear and said aloud to the transmitter, "are you all right?" In order to hear what the lieutenant said at the last moment of his life, I pasted it and could hear the voice of the lieutenant from the earphone on the other side.

Lieutenant yambekov said intermittently, "Comrade General, two soldiers have died and the rest have been injured. I don't think we can support them for long." At this point, he stopped. After a few breaths, he continued, "goodbye, comrades, don't forget us..."

Hearing this, I couldn't help it any more. I grabbed the transmitter in trakov's hand and said in a loud voice:“

Comrade lieutenant, we will always remember you. " Speaking of this, I can't help but think of the two words in front of the tomb of the unknown martyr, and read them out loud: "no one knows your name, and your achievements will last forever!"

When lieutenant yambekov heard what I said, he couldn't help but get excited: "no one knows your name. Your achievements will last forever! Comrade commander, it's very kind of you to say that. We are dead with no regrets to hear that. " After the sound was interrupted for a moment, the inspiring words of "Internationale" came from the earphone: "this is the last struggle!..."

At this moment, the enemy's tanks fired again. After the deafening explosion, the headphones could no longer hear any sound.

Trekov returned the earphone and transmitter to the messenger, and said excitedly, "Comrade oshanina, remember them, remember these brave tank soldiers. When the war is over, we will set up a monument for them here, so that future generations can remember them. " Then he walked to the jeep.

As he opened the door, he turned back to me and said, "what you said just now is very good. No one knows your name. Your achievements will last forever! This must be engraved on the monument of those heroes. " After that, he waved his head to me and said, "get in the car. We'll get out of here right away."

Seeing me sitting in the back of the car, the signalmen began to get on one after another.

I heard two signalmen whispering. One said, "Hey, I think I heard the tank soldiers singing the Internationale before they died."

Another disdained to say: "what" the Internationale ", I heard clearly, clearly singing" the national anthem. "

I glared at the two signalmen discontentedly, coughed and taught them, "what's the difference? You know, our national anthem is the Internationale. "