When Weiran followed Agafon back to the broken-down tank, Vajim and Roman had already dug a big enough hole under the damaged road wheel. At this time, they were busy dismantling the road wheel that was damaged by the mine.

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"How was the harvest?" Roman stopped what he was doing and asked.

“I got a lot of good things back”

Agafond returned the pistol to Roman, pointed to the village behind him and said in a low voice, "In addition, there seem to be some Germans hiding there. I have helped them seal the entrance to the cellar."

"We'll go take a look later. Now come over and help."

While Roman put away his pistol, Agafond had already stuffed the bulging canvas bag into the driver's seat of the tank, and greeted Weiran as if nothing happened and began to disassemble the spare tracks fixed to the front armor.

Frankly speaking, repairing a tank is definitely a physically unpleasant job. Whether it is replacing the road wheels or cleaning up the damaged track, or even just smashing out the track pins, you need to be strong.

While they were busy here, a truck following behind drove up along the tracks. After making some inquiries to ensure that no one was injured, they simply dropped a large barrel of diesel fuel and drove away.

"Aren't they waiting for us?" Wei Ran, who was already covered in mud, asked nonsense.

"The Germans at the front are waiting for them."

Roman used a sledgehammer to knock off the damaged road wheel, "What we can do is repair the tank as soon as possible, and then follow up as soon as possible."

"Also, be careful not to be killed by the Germans hiding nearby."

While Vajim was speaking, he had already taken out a tin bucket filled with yellow sand from the rear of the car, poured a cup of diesel oil into it and said, "But taking advantage of this little time, we can have something to eat."

"I remember finding more than half a box of butter in the tank we destroyed yesterday."

Agafond shook off the mud on his hands and said, "It's hanging near the ammunition rack. Victor and I just found white bread and sausages, which are just right for frying."

"give it to me"

Vadim first ignited the sand poured with diesel in the iron bucket, then took off the towel tied around his waist and wiped his hands randomly. He bent down and took out a pan with a canvas cover from the tank cab and placed it on the

On the tin bucket.

Soon after, Vadim found the half box of butter in Agafond's mouth from the turret, scooped two tablespoons from it and threw it into the pan.

When the butter was completely melted and an alluring aroma filled the air, he cut the white bread he had found not long ago and spread it on the pan. He also put four sausages on the side of the pan.

While the food was being heated, Vajim removed the manual fuel pump and fuel pipe fixed to the vehicle and began to refuel the tank tank.

Although it seemed that the easiest job was given to Vajim, Weiran knew that compared to Roman and Agafond, Vajim actually did the hardest work.

After all, whether it is fighting or marching, as long as the tank's engine does not stall, he, the driver, has to arm-wrestle with the heavy joystick for a long time. When fighting, he has to endure Roman's kicks on the back like a drumbeat.

OK.

Of course, it was not easy for the other two people. In addition to command, Roman also had to serve as a gunner, not to mention Agafond, the loader. After all, the weight of those shells was not light, not to mention that he also had to take care of both.

Provide ammunition to the machine gunner of the Guards, and perform tasks such as steering the turret.

In comparison, the Weifan seems to be much more relaxed, and naturally it is unarguable that it involves more physical work when maintaining tanks.

While Vajim was busy, Weihan also helped Agafond and Roman install new road wheels on the tank. Then Roman called for help from a tank that had not yet left, and hung the tracks to the tank with wire ropes.

On the driving wheel.

Amidst the roar of the engine, the driving wheel slowly rotated, and at the same time, the track was smoothly draped over the shoulders.

Immediately afterwards, Vajim controlled the tank to roll over the tracks and retreat a little, completing the main repair work.

The tank that helped was sent away with a bottle of captured red wine. Vajim turned the sausages in the pot, and then ran over to help with a limp. The four of them worked together to connect the two ends of the track.

After such intense work, more than an hour had passed, and apart from them, there were only two other more seriously damaged tanks left at the scene.

After wiping their hands casually, everyone took two slices of fried bread and a sausage slightly longer than the bread from Vajim's frying pan, and then divided them from a glass bottle that Roman found.

A pickle.

“It’s almost time”

Roman took a bite of the bread stuffed with sausages and pickles, raised his hand and pointed to the village and said, "Let's go help other cars, and then let's take a look at the cellar Agafond mentioned before setting off."

"Then get in the car quickly!"

Before Vajim finished speaking, he had already hung the iron bucket that had extinguished the bonfire on the back of the car, and put a canvas cover on the greasy frying pan. At the same time, Wei Ran was also greeted by Agafond, saying,

Holding the slightly burning bread in his mouth, he carried the oil drum with a little remaining fuel to the rear of the car and roughly fixed it with a rope.

By the time everyone got on the bus and sat in their respective seats, Vajim had already finished the little food in his hands.

This time, there was no need for Roman to command at all. He controlled the tank to turn around, followed the track marks to find the other two tanks, helped them put on the tracks and received some small gifts such as cigarettes or coffee.

Then it crushed the track marks left by two other tanks and drove into the deserted village.

Under Ajiafon's guidance, the tank finally stopped next to the house where he and Weiran had rummaged for supplies.

They each took their weapons and got out of the tank. Agafen pointed to the wooden plank covered by the iron plow. Only after Vajim in the cab had raised a Bobosha submachine gun did he call for Wei Ran to help.

Remove iron plows and other debris that are holding down wooden boards one by one.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Carefully remove the wooden planks, and a square cellar entrance made of logs is indeed revealed in the wooden shed.

Roman smiled, bent down, picked up a rusty ax and threw it in. At the same time, he shouted "Get down" in Russian! Before the ax could hit the ground, panicked shouts came from the cellar.

"Is there really someone hiding down there?" Roman muttered, raising his finger to point to the firewood not far away.

Without any explanation, Agafoon had already obtained some diesel fuel and poured it on the firewood. After lighting it one by one, he threw it far into the cellar.

Soon, cries of mercy shouted in Russian came from the cellar, and then a tall, thin man in ragged clothes crawled out, and let Agafond obediently.

He pushed him aside.

"Is there anyone else down there?" Agafoon asked, tying the other person's wrist. "Who are you? Why are you hiding in the cellar?"

"No...no more, there is no one down here," the man stammered, "I am Ivan, the carpenter of this village."

"Are you a carpenter?"

Wei Ran frowned while asking. Although this man who looked to be in his twenties spoke fluent Russian, he noticed something was wrong at a glance. The most conspicuous thing was his exposed skin.

It was a little too clean, and the head shape that seemed to be deliberately messed up looked like a Prussian hazelnut head. Even when he got closer, he could smell the unique fragrance of hair wax.

"Yes, I am a carpenter!"

The young man answered honestly, "I was left by the Germans to repair the house. Everyone else was captured. You are finally here. Can you...can you give me some food? I have been captured."

Locked in the cellar for a long time."

"We have..."

"Wait a moment"

Roman had already raised a pistol in his hand before Agafond finished speaking. Seeing this, Agafond, who had just let go, once again took control of the man who called himself Ivan.

"What's wrong?" Agafond once again twisted one of Ivan's hands behind his back before asking.

"Tell him to take off his shoes"

"Tell him to take off his shirt"

Roman and Wei Ran said in no particular order.

Hearing this, Ajiafon was stunned. He immediately checked the man's body and saw that there was no weapon. Then he released his hand and took a step back. "As they said, take off your shirt and shoes."

The man who called himself Ivan glanced at the gun held in Roman's hand, and then at Vajim who was holding a submachine gun aimed at him in the tank. After hesitating for a moment, he honestly took off his tattered coarse cloth shirt, and then

Reluctantly, he kicked off his shoes.

"Can all the carpenters in your village wear socks made in Germany?"

There was a trace of sarcasm in Roman's tone, and at the same time, he could see a trace of undisguised panic on the face of the man who called himself Ivan.

Before Ivan could open his mouth to explain, Wei Ran had already stepped forward and grabbed Ivan's wrist. After lifting it up, he found an "A" blood type tattoo under the armpit of his left arm.

"It seems that the carpenter in your village can not only wear German socks, but he also knows his own blood type!"

Wei Ran sneered and put down the other person's arm, "Are you planning to show it to the military doctor in your village?"

Before Ivan could open his mouth, Agafoon had already put his foot in the socket of his knee, and then punched him hard on his left rib.

When the man who called himself Ivan screamed and fell to the ground, Roman, who had pointed a gun at him from beginning to end, took out a small palm-sized mirror from his pocket and handed it to Agafond, without looking back, and said, "Take a look.

Can you find anything in the cellar?"

Taking the mirror, Agafond carefully moved to the edge of the cellar and observed the situation below through the reflection of the mirror and the firewood still burning in the cellar.

After confirming that no one was in the cellar, Agafon climbed down the wooden ladder set up in the cellar.

After a moment, he threw up the crescent-shaped metal plate and shouted through gritted teeth, "He is a German gendarme!"

Roman picked up the shiny metal plate and walked back, shook it at the prisoner who called himself Ivan, and then threw it hard on his face.

"So you're a... let me see... a chain dog?" Wei Ran put his hands on his knees and asked in Russian mixed with a German word.

"No! That's not mine! It's really not mine!"

The carpenter who called himself Ivan loudly denied, "My tattoo is the initials of my wife's name! Her name is..."

"Her name is Pirates, right? She's a painter with big breasts but a mustache?"

Wei Ran, who was already suspicious of the prisoner's identity, asked with a smile, "Do you need me to give you some time? Let you make up your lie first and then ask again?"

Roman glanced at Wei Ran first, then squatted next to the prisoner, put a pistol to his head and asked, "You must know where the people in this village have gone, right?"

"I don't know, I really don't know! You are mistaken! I am really the carpenter in this village! I didn't lie!"
To be continued...