In the bumpy tank, Wei Ran grabbed a rope tied to the handle and bent over to re-lock the escape hatch of the tank chassis. During this period, he was inevitably hit on the head several times.

Wei Ran stepped on the fastened cover with his feet, and moved his head near the observation hole to observe the situation outside.

Although the observation hole is indeed not as thick as the penis, and the field of view is not very large, it finally allowed Wei Ran to barely see the situation outside despite the bumps.

Wherever you look, you can see not only large areas of destroyed farmland and smoky forests, but the most conspicuous thing is the tanks ahead that are keeping pace with each other.

Lowering your head slightly, you can still vaguely see the fighting planes in the distant sky, as well as the smoke clouds that appear after the aerial cannon hits the target.

Compared with these eye-catching sights, the occasional ruins on the roadside have become the most inconspicuous existence.

Just as he was looking outside in trance, a German fighter jet roared down from the sky while dragging thick smoke, and crashed into the farmland some distance away from them, exploding into a beautiful fireball.

At this moment, directly in front of Wei Ran's line of sight, a tank that was preparing to climb over a slope suddenly exploded with a cloud of sparks. Then, in a deafening explosion, the tank's turret was also blown off.

It fell on the farmland.

"Avoid the cannon!"

The commander at the rear of the guard side shouted at the top of his lungs, and at the same time, he tapped Vajim's left shoulder blade crazily with the soles of his feet!

Before he finished speaking, Vajim, who was in charge of driving, immediately controlled the tank and started to turn to the left! Under the huge inertia, Wei Ran was immediately thrown against the bulkhead, and at the same time, he also let his eyes go away from the poor little observer.

hole.

Almost at the same time that he sat upright with difficulty, a flash of fire flashed through the narrow observation hole, followed immediately by a low buzzing sound accompanied by a terrifying impact!

"Fuck!" Wei Ran subconsciously covered his ears and cursed.

At this moment, he felt as if his whole body had been stuffed into a large subwoofer, and the hum that spread along the car made him feel as if his heart was being slapped hard by an invisible hand!

What's even more terrible is that the 9R radio station at his hand also exploded with sparks amidst the buzzing.

"Roman!" Vajim, who was in charge of driving, shouted loudly.

"Stay alive!" the commander behind Vadim responded, then stepped on Vadim's left and right shoulder blades with his feet.

Vajim accelerated the turning tank like crazy and rushed towards the small forest debris on the side! At the same time, he did not forget to continue shouting his name: "Agafond!"

"There's no problem with both the people and the ammunition!" the loader behind Wei Ran responded in a high voice.

"Victor!" Vadim shouted the name of the last person in the tank at the top of his lungs while stopping the tank under the command of Commander Roman's "footstep".

"Alive!" Wei Ran responded in a loud voice, "But there seems to be something wrong with the radio!"

What responded to Wei Ran was the unignorable noise from the rotation of the turret on the back of the head, followed by a dull sound of gunfire!

"Danglang"

As soon as the hot shell casing was thrown hit the floor, the loader behind Wei Ran immediately stuffed a shell into it.

Until this time, the tank that had stopped briefly, under the skillful "footstep" command of the commander named Roman, and the violent driving of Vajim, accelerated again towards the forest debris where the enemy was hidden on the edge of the mound, and

Wei Ran heard the clang of the breech block as it closed amidst the choking smell of gunpowder smoke.

As the distance got closer, Wei Ran also vaguely saw a German Panzer IV tank through the machine gun observation hole, which seemed to have been hit on the track.

"Crunch——"

Vajim drove the tank to an abrupt stop, and Wei Ran watched helplessly as the camouflaged No. 4 tank turret began to rotate in their direction.

At the critical moment, Captain Roman took aim first and fired a hard shot at the side of the tank.

"boom!"

Amidst the deafening sound of artillery, Wei Ran clearly saw through the observation hole that a ball of sparks exploded from the armor on the left side of the front of the German tank. Before he could react, another T-34 tank was not far away.

He stopped somewhere and fired a round at the tank.

Amidst the rumbling explosions, the No. 4 tank ambushing on the edge of the mound was blown off its turret.

This broken firefight seemed to signal the beginning of the battle. For a time, more than a dozen No. 4 tanks appeared on the small high ground directly in front, ambushing the Soviet tanks by virtue of their geographical advantages. There were even some tanks among them.

Looking at two Panzer III tanks that seemed to have walked into the wrong set!

"boom!"

The T-34 tank that was also firing just now was hit by a shell fired from an unknown source, but Commander Roman had already locked the turret first, and while Agavon ​​was loading the shells, he commanded Vajim to drive.

The tank started to circle!

The distance between them is only a few hundred meters, and the No. 4 artillery that may have the advantage of high ground can also easily destroy the T-34, but only if these Soviet tanks stand there and don't move.

On the contrary, as long as they run, the two sides compete not only for command and coordination, but also for the rotation speed of the turret and the speed of the tank itself.

In terms of command and cooperation, the T-34 with only four crew members certainly has an inherent disadvantage, but its speed is much faster than its opponent. Although this advantage is almost filled up because of the small high ground occupied by the opponent, in this area

On the battlefield, the Soviet T-34 clearly still has a numerical advantage!

On the other hand, Vajim's driving skills were indeed excellent. Although the weapon was almost shaken by the huge inertia and bumps, in fact, not a single shell landed on their tank again.

Of course, whether it was Vajim who was in charge of driving or Roman who was in charge of command, they obviously had no intention of escaping. Instead, they stopped suddenly again and again, cooperating with the surrounding tanks, and aimed at the No. 4 tanks and fired one after another.

Cannonballs.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Inside the tank filled with choking gunpowder smoke, Roman quickly tapped Vajim on the back of the head with the toe of his boot. The latter immediately pulled the lever and controlled the tank to accelerate and retreat for a distance.

, waited until the loader Agafond put the shell into the barrel, and immediately stopped the tank.

After pointing at the gun barrel directly in front and moving it slightly, Roman decisively fired a shell. At the same time, Wei Ran, who had been keeping his eyes on the observation hole, could also clearly see two to three hundred meters ahead.

Before a German tank that had just fired had time to move, the shell was signed for at the turret ring.

"Well done!"

Roman shouted, directing Vajim with his feet as if stepping on a sewing machine, and controlled the tank to start changing positions again. The loader behind Wei Yan immediately loaded a shell after the former locked the turret.

In the ensuing battle, Wei Ran acted like a spectator who bought the best seat, watching through the small observation hole.

After the firefight lasted for more than half an hour, there were already more than 20 tank wrecks under the mound, and only the last four of those German tanks were left.

But compared to rushing down from the high ground, their desire to retreat under the siege of many Soviet tanks has become a luxury.

The last few tanks were easily eliminated, and then with the cooperation of the infantry coming from behind, they pulled out the only remaining enemy on the small high ground. The sudden exchange of fire finally stopped.

With a "crunch", Vajim stopped the tank again under Roman's command, then pushed open the hatch of the cab and stretched his head out.

"Come down and take a look!" Vajim retracted his head and said, "Victor is so lucky."

Hearing this, Roman and the loader Agafond opened the hatch above their heads one after another. Then, the loader left the turret with his hands on his hands. Then he stuck his head down and asked, "Victor, do you want to come out and take a look?"

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"What's wrong?" Wei Ran's inquiry received no response, but when he saw that the other three people had climbed out of their respective hatches, he immediately got up and got out of the tank.

It wasn't until he jumped off the tank that he understood what had happened. Just on the edge of the heading machine gun shield, a fist-sized bullet mark was particularly conspicuous, and the bullet mark even covered half of the machine gun shield.

Obviously, the cannonball that hit here was bounced away, otherwise Wei Ran's body would have been torn to pieces by this time.

Secretly pinching the tattoo on the tiger's mouth of his left hand, Wei Ran had time to observe the tank that saved his life.

Passing around the three people who were peeing with their backs to the tank tracks, the first thing Weiran saw was the white number "29" on the left side of the turret, and on the right side of the turret was the sentence "To take back the Soviet Union, it's terrible."

” white paint slogan.

In addition, there are still a large number of bullet marks left on the turret of this tank that are either covered with paint or obviously left in the battle just now.

"It's time for us to go!"

Roman put on his belt and said hello, then asked loudly, "Victor, is our radio station broken?"

"It seems to have been damaged by the ricochet just now. I haven't had time to check it yet."

Wei Ran looked at the other person and responded at the same time. The car commander named Roman was not very tall. In addition to the oil stains on his slender face, there was also a scar that was obviously caused by burns. In addition, he

There is also a bravery medal and a military merit medal hanging on the chest.

"Vadjim, remember to drive the tank more steadily later and let Victor try to repair the radio." Roman climbed onto the tank as he spoke.

"Leave it to me!" Vajim replied, wiping his face with a dirty towel.

"Is this Vajim?"

Wei Ran glanced at the other party and murmured to himself as he got into the tank. Just like what Mrs. Valentina described before entering this battle, this Vadim was not only short in stature, but also had the best appearance among Slavs.

It is not prominent, and at the same time, his slightly limp gait when walking is also very iconic.

In comparison, the image of the loader Agafong, who is also just over 1.7 meters tall, looks much better.

Although he is also wearing dirty tanks, it can still be seen that his body shape is definitely comparable to that of a fitness instructor. Even his face, which is also oily, can be called handsome. Likewise,

He also had a battle medal on his chest.

Just as Wei Ran was sitting firmly, Vajim was already driving the tank forward. At this time, Roman and Agafond were already busy stuffing the shell casings that had cooled under their feet into the ammunition rack.

"Roman, where is our destination?" Weiran asked before starting to check the malfunctioning car radio.

"Tomalovka" Roman responded in a loud voice, and then asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Wei Ran waved his hand, mentally associating this place name with the Battle of Belgorod that took place in early August 1943.

"Is today the 3rd or the 4th?" Wei Ran asked after hesitating for a moment.

"Of course No. 3," Vadim, who was in charge of driving the tank, responded loudly, "What's wrong Victor? Is it your birthday today?"
To be continued...