Steel Soviet Union

"Please don't shoot, we're coming out right now"

The voice coming from the car sounded a little weak, and it also had a slightly dull echo that was unique to speaking in a confined space.

Surprisingly, the words coming from the car were in Russian, which sounded correct, and not in German. This made the Red Army commander, who was holding a wave of sand and aiming at the top of the turret, feel quite embarrassed. accident.

Although I couldn't figure out why for a while, it didn't stop Comrade Commander from doing the next thing.

Hold the Bobosha tightly in your hand, aim at the German's turret hatch, and if anything goes wrong, immediately pull the trigger and strike first. It's better to die if the fascists die than if you die. It's endless. Successfully capturing prisoners is another matter, not as important as this.

"Comrade Commander, I'm here to help you!"

That is, before the turret roof was opened, the loader who got out of the turret immediately after the commander also came to help. The gunner stayed on the turret and held on to the Deshi truck-roof anti-aircraft machine gun in his hand. As long as something went wrong and the commander and loader jumped out of the vehicle to avoid it, he would immediately use this powerful machine gun that could penetrate even armored vehicles. Heavy machine guns tore the German sticks into pieces.

"Use a grenade. If I tell you to do it, throw it into the car!"

"Yes, Comrade Commander!"

The commander, who was holding Bobosha tightly, was aiming at the hatch on the turret roof, while the loader, who had also climbed onto the huge King Tiger, was holding a lemon grenade on standby.

Kaka——ka——

The sound of the valve on the turret roof being rotated from the car sounded extremely abrupt and harsh. After waiting for a while, the turret roof was finally opened slowly while being watched closely. The first thing that poked out from inside was not a human head, but a pair of hands stained with warm blood.

"I have no weapons, please don't shoot! We decided to surrender, no lies."

"You bunch of SS pigs! Stop talking nonsense and get out of here!"

The Red Army commander standing on the turret was rude and showed no mercy or sympathy towards the enemy. His words were full of utter hatred and deep hatred.

""

The SS armored soldier holding up his bloody hands did not interrupt. He just followed the Red Army commander's request and supported the turret roof with his hands without leaving the opponent's sight. He immediately climbed out of the car. .

"Get out of here, hurry up! I don't have time to deal with you, raise your hands and be honest! If you dare to make the slightest move, I'll beat you to a pulp!"

The Red Army commander was not just making threats and joking. The 7mm Deshi Ka heavy machine gun held tightly in the gunner's hand not far away was really capable of tearing people into pieces and beating them into pieces.

The gunner who understood the situation also turned his gun and aimed at the SS armored soldier who was slowly getting out of the car. The black hole of the gun connected to the ready-to-fire ammunition belt was pointed at the opponent's upper chest.

"Where's the rest? Get out of here quickly and move quickly!"

After knowing that this car of SS scum could understand and even speak a few words in Russian, the already grumpy comrade commander didn't even bother to speak broken German and started to speak Russian to the people in the car. The remaining SS men shouted orders.

"Someone is injured. They will move slower. Only I can speak Russian. Please wait."

The SS soldier who had already gotten out of the car, without even daring to turn his head or make the slightest move, raised his hands in the air and spoke to himself. When Comrade Comrade Hearing these words, the corner of his mouth raised, an obvious expression of disdain instantly appeared on his face. .

"Hmph, I thought the remaining bastards were dead in the car. Tell them to get out of here!"

"Okay, okay"

"Wink, Schmeisser, you guys, please come out quickly, they are about to lose their patience!"

The first SS armored soldier to get out of the car acted as a temporary translator. Judging from his normal behavior, the blood stained on his hands should not be his own. There should be another injured crew member. In the car.

"Your position!"

The SS armored soldier with his hands covered with blood was stunned when the Russian guy on the turret suddenly asked him a question.

"I'm asking about your position! What do you do in this shabby car!? Answer quickly!"

"Loader! I'm the loader!"

The Bloody Hand SS Panzer replied as if he was frightened.

"You're a loser, shut up!"

""

Finally, a second pair of hands, also stained with blood, stretched out from the open turret roof, but the guy with these hands obviously had an oil bottle on him.

"Hang on, Wink, we're about to go out."

With their guns constantly aimed at them, the SS armored soldiers finally climbed out carrying their dead and wounded comrades.

The first thing after leaving the turret was to go to the ground, lay down the comrades he was carrying, and place them properly. However, after that, no other subsequent SS armored troops were seen coming out of the vehicle.

"Huh!? Where are the others? Your crappy car is a five-man crew, don't think I don't know!"

Although the 1st Stalin Guards Tank Division, which has captured more than one King Tiger, has not yet had time to study it, it has a preliminary understanding of the basic performance and overview of this King Tiger.

For example, like the Kraut tanks in the past, this thing has a five-man crew and a three-man turret, but now there are only three Krauts coming out, and the remaining two are missing. The Red Army tank commander who knows this is naturally Ask questions.

"There is no one left, only the three of us. This tank does not belong to us. We just happened to find this vehicle that can also fire guns, so we used it to fight you. There are only three of us."

""

There is a saying, but I am afraid that few experienced veterans would believe such words coming from the enemy's mouth.

Comrade the commander, who did not believe in evil, told his crew members to keep an eye on the Germans, and then he got into the car to find out.

It was only after entering the belly of the King Tiger that Comrade Commander was somewhat surprised to discover that the belly of the King Tiger, which had a shabby appearance, was also a rotten mess.

All the things hanging on the bulkhead of the fighting room inside the turret were not intact. The radio station was shattered and broken into parts. The storage box hanging on the turret bulkhead also fell to the floor of the car body, and the contents inside were smashed. The placed items were scattered everywhere, and even the first ammunition rack at the end of the turret was shaken out of shape.

The comrade commander tried to pull out the outermost shell, but he couldn't get it out no matter how hard he tried. The severely deformed outer frame of the ammunition rack had the shells stuck inside. It was really surprising that this thing had no ammunition to explode.

The final result was just as the SS man with his face covered in blood said, the empty car was indeed empty of people. There wasn't even a corpse on the driver's or passenger's seat at the front of the vehicle. Only the three people in the turret kept fighting from the beginning to the end of the immobile King Tiger.