Steel Soviet Union

The battlefield after the battle could only be described as a mess. Everywhere you could see was a dilapidated scene and countless wreckage and corpses. Blood, death and destruction are like tarsal maggots crawling over every corner of this war-torn land, and there is no pure land left.

More and more German prisoners of war were being dragged out from all corners. Some were hiding in the wreckage of cars, some were hiding in the ruins of fortifications, and some were even pretending to be corpses, trying to get through the pile of dead people and find opportunities to escape. of.

But in short, these little tricks could not escape the eyes of the soldiers cleaning the battlefield.

After a bloody battle, the soldiers of the Leader Division, who had hated these cruel and crazy opponents, were determined not to let go of any fish that slipped through the net. Most of them worked as squads or combat groups to search for the remaining ones who were hiding or who were stubbornly resisting. , the remaining German troops still unwilling to surrender.

The sporadic sounds of firefights still came from all corners of the battlefield from time to time. Malashenko listened while walking and his expression became more solemn.

"You don't look very happy, Comrade Commander. Shouldn't this be a glorious victory?"

The guard company commander on the side expressed his confusion. Malashenko, who frowned slightly, did not hesitate much. After thinking for a while, he quickly gave an answer.

"I wonder what makes these Nazis who are not willing to lay down their weapons so crazy."

"Is it their courage, their will to fight? Or is it their fanatical worship of the Nazis? I think these may not reach this level, not even together.

"Look at what these prisoners are made of. They are teenage brats, old men who are almost sixty years old, and there is a short boy over there who is so short that he would feel roomy even if he drove a tank for the Japanese. How is this a serious army? , a bunch of rabble, what is it that makes these armed thugs so crazy? I want to know the answer, and I believe I will figure it out.”

It cannot be said that the German troops from the Zero Highlands that caused trouble for the Leader Division were all made of this kind of stuff. If they were all like this, there would be no point in saying that they could resist the Leader Division and cause trouble, but it is undeniable that they were made of this kind of rubbish. troops do exist on the German side.

Malashenko wanted to know what method the Germans used to keep this group of people from defeating despite the powerful offensive energy of the leader's division. Although it was impossible to defeat the leader from the beginning, Malashenko knew this, but it was surprising enough that he could keep this group from collapsing.

Malashenko, who could not find the answer to this question from his future memory, could only rely on himself and believed that there would be a result to answer his questions.

"Let's go, take it one step at a time, and there will be results."

Malashenko, who no longer bothered to solve the problem immediately, continued to move forward. He encountered a new situation before he had gone far: a group of wounded soldiers on his own side were being evacuated to the rear under the escort of a stretcher team. The accompanying military doctors and health workers were still constantly treating the patients on the stretcher. He comforted and persuaded the wounded, and it was obvious that the injured comrades might not be in good condition.

"Are these seriously injured?"

Malashenko led the team forward and grabbed an accompanying military doctor to ask questions. The military doctor, who was only looking after the wounded on the stretcher, looked back after being grabbed and realized that the tall figure in front of him was actually the division commander.

"No, Comrade Division Commander, the seriously wounded have been sent down immediately. These are the second-level wounded. They were injured by bullets or fragments that penetrated their arms and thighs. Some of them may need amputation."

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Hearing the words of the military doctor, Malashenko's worried expression frowned even more. Of course, there is no need to say more about what amputation means to a young man who may only be in his early twenties.

This great Patriotic War not only brought fame and glory, but also left a mark on their bodies forever, until death.

"Take care of them. I will go to the field hospital to visit the wounded later and tell Karachev to prepare a report for me. He knows what to do."

"Okay, Comrade Teacher, I will tell Comrade Dean."

"Well, go ahead."

Malashenko had just signaled to the military doctor that he could leave, and the stretcher team that had not stopped was almost out of sight. However, he did not expect that a female voice suddenly came from the stretcher team, and she shouted loudly. name.

"Comrade Commander, I want to see you, Comrade Commander, I am here!"

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Malashenko, who had already turned around, was stumbled by the sudden call. He turned around and saw that the military doctor in front of him who had not had time to leave was also very embarrassed. The puzzled Malashenko immediately asked.

"What's going on? Are any lesbians injured?"

"Yes, indeed there is, there is one."

Malashenko was waiting for the military doctor to continue talking, and the military doctor told all the truth to the division commander without much thought.

"Ekakina, a tank gunner of the 1st Synthetic Brigade, 23 years old. Her crew was shot through the side armor by the Germans using artillery from fortifications. She was the only one alive in the whole vehicle, and her eyes were scratched by shrapnel. I can't see anything from the injury, and I don't know if I can recover from it. Both legs are also broken, and it's very likely to happen in the future."

Malashenko didn't know how the female soldier knew that she was nearby without seeing her eyes. She might have heard the comments of other people in the stretcher team, but Malashenko knew that she was now Something should be done.

Malashenko, who ran forward quickly, did not let the stretcher team stop, but walked quickly beside the stretcher on foot, following the wounded without delaying the transfer, right next to the female soldier who called her name.

"Comrade Commander, are you Comrade Commander? Are you there?"

A female soldier with a single ponytail was lying on a stretcher, her face almost covered in blood. Emergency treatment had been done and her eyes were bandaged to prevent infection. She could not see anything at all. Whether her vision could be restored would have to wait until better conditions in the field. Only the hospital can diagnose.

But even though it was obscured by blood stains and bandages, one could still tell that this was a very delicate-looking female warrior who was outstanding even among the Slavs surrounded by beautiful women. She endured the pain and was now calling her out of sight. But the name of the teacher and comrade is tangible.

"Yes, I am here, I am Malashenko."

Malashenko could feel the pain and fear of the female warrior from her trembling body. After all, she was only a 23-year-old girl. In the universities of the 21st century, those were still the green years of yearning for beautiful love and longing for a happy life in the future, but in this war-torn era, he was already a gunner of an IS6 heavy tank, and he had been involved in the war for a long time. A half-year veteran.

The only thing Malashenko can do now is to hold the female warrior's hand tightly and move along the stretcher. This is the only way she can feel her presence and eliminate her fear.

"Don't worry, Yekakina, you will be fine. When you get to the field hospital, you will be treated with the best field medical conditions in the entire Red Army. I will personally ask Karachev to save your eyes. An excellent gunner will never be able to Lose the light.”