Under the night sky that was lit up by flares from time to time, Wei Ran and the three men, wearing mud-filled blankets, carefully approached the lying T-34 tank.

Picking up the kettle neatly placed on the hatch of the driver's seat and unscrewing it, Roman raised his neck and took a sip of water with a slight vodka flavor. Then he leaned on the muddy tracks and whispered, "I said he had already guessed us.

it's here."

"He's so awesome"

Vajim admired in a low voice, then asked curiously, "But why did he..."

"I'm afraid that political commissar has encountered this situation more than once..."

Roman responded to the other party's unanswered doubts and said, "Okay, don't waste time, we should go find some usable parts."

"I'll get the wrench"

After Vajim finished speaking, he walked around to the side of the tank and took out all the useful things from the tool box. Weiyan picked up the kerosene lighter specially left by the political commissar Trosha.

Under the leadership of Vajim, under the brief light provided by the flares that flew up from time to time, the three people quietly reached the side of another T-34 lying dozens of meters away.

"This is it"

Vajim whispered, "The side of its turret was penetrated, but fortunately it didn't explode, so we should be able to find one that can be used."

"I'll remove the road wheels and tracks." Roman walked around to the front of the tank as he spoke.

"Victor, come here and help me." Vajim called to Wei Ran and walked around to the back of the tank, then climbed up with his waist down.

"What do you need me to do?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.

Vadim took off the blanket that served as a cloak and pointed around, "Cover me up with a blanket later. If there is any light leakage, remember to cover it. Also, go to the tank to see if there are any usable radio parts. Also,

, the Germans might have planted a bomb."

While talking, Vajim took off an L-shaped "tank key" from his belt and handed it to Wei Ran along with the blanket he was wearing.

This so-called tank key is, to put it bluntly, more like a universal wrench designed to open the hatch cover. Although most of the time, whether in combat or marching, tank crews generally do not lock the hatch cover from the inside in order to facilitate escape.

The hatch of this tank was undoubtedly locked by the Soviet Red Army soldiers who took advantage of the darkness to clean the battlefield.

Taking the wrench and blanket from Vajim, Wei Ran waited for the former to gently lift the grille and lay his upper body on it, then immediately covered him tightly.

After waiting for a moment, Vadim, who was hiding under the blanket, first fumbled around with his hands, then took out a German military box flashlight tied with a leather cord from his collar, held the mouth of the lamp with his hand, and then turned on the signal.

The power supply took a quick look.

In less than two seconds, Vajim immediately extinguished the flashlight and started disassembling the necessary parts with a wrench.

Outside the mud blanket, Wei Ran carefully walked around to the front of the tank and carefully opened the locked driver's hatch.

Looking back at his surroundings, Wei Ran leaned his upper body into the hatch and covered his body with his own blanket before taking the risk and lighting the lighter.

He frowned after just one glance. The situation inside was tragic. Wherever he looked, he could see traces of blood spatters and torn pieces of tank uniforms. As for the crew inside,

Members have been taken away.

Turning his head and looking at the position of the electromechanical man, Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh. This tank had no electromechanical man at all, and it was not equipped with a radio. But in the electromechanical man's position, there was a half-sized dog curled up.

Corpse.

On the neck of this dog, its previous owners also hung a bravery badge stained dark red with blood. Even on the top of its little head, it was placed by Soviet soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield.

An unknown yellow wild flower.

"You are also a brave electromechanical engineer"

Wei Ran reached into his pocket and took out a small piece of uneaten bread, and gently placed it next to the puppy with blood stains on its ears and nostrils. Then he silently extinguished the lighter, retracted his upper body, and locked it again.

The dead hatch cover smelled of blood.

"Let's remove the road wheels," Roman, who had just been removing the spare track at the front of the car, said softly.

Wei Ran nodded silently in response. He took the wrench handed to him, walked around to the side of the tank, and carefully disassembled the road wheel that had also lost its track.

"I'll send the track back first," Roman greeted in a low voice, then used a rope to pull the removed track plate and walked back.

When he came back, Wei Ran had already unscrewed all the bolts on a road wheel. With the cooperation of the two, the road wheel weighing more than 100 kilograms was pinned down by two crowbars wrapped with cloth strips.

, fell heavily on the blanket that had been laid out in advance.

"How long will it take?" After finishing his work, Roman came to Vajim's side and asked through the mud-covered blanket.

"It'll be ready soon."

Vadim's response seemed a little dull, but then he turned off the flashlight, lifted the blanket and handed out a long cylinder head, a few metal pipes that were still dripping oil, and some greasy parts.

After waiting for a moment, Vajim removed a few more screws and threw them into the cylinder head held by Roman, and then whispered, "These are enough, let's go back quickly."

Roman handed the cylinder head to Vajim, "You go back with this, Victor and I are responsible for the road wheels."

"We still have a problem"

Vajim took the cylinder head filled with parts and held it in his arms. While Weiran and Roman were trying to drag the road wheels with blankets, he continued to whisper, "After we repaired the engine, there was no chance to start it.

We can only wait until the fighting starts tomorrow. Otherwise, with such a dark sky, even if we want to drive back, we might be regarded as Germans. I don’t need to tell you what the consequences will be by then."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Then wait until tomorrow" Roman made the decision without thinking.

Hearing this, Vajim nodded, turned to Wei Ran and whispered, "Victor, is the firing pin still there?"

"Here you are." Wei Ran quickly took out the firing pin from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

"I'll install the firing pin later, and I'll leave the road wheels to you."

Vajim said as he tied the firing pin to the leather rope used to hang the flashlight around his neck.

"Be careful yourself"

After sending Vajim away, Wei Ran grabbed the blanket again, and he and Roman worked together to drag it back, little by little.

When they tried their best to send the road wheels back, Vadim was already lying next to the open engine grille, covered with a dirty blanket and starting to work.

After taking a breath, Roman pointed at the tank and whispered, "Victor, is that candle end still there? Bring it over and bring a blanket over."

"immediately"

Wei Ran wiped the mud and sweat from the corner of his eyes, and immediately got into the tank along the hatch of the driver's seat at the front of the vehicle. Using the dim light provided by the lighter that Trosha left here not long ago, he successfully found the finger-shaped finger.

Long and short candle ends.

Finally, he took an extra blanket and returned to Roman. The two of them worked together to hang the blanket with mud, used it to encircle a small space next to the road wheel that needed to be replaced, and lit the candle head.

With this only light, which could attract fatal bullets or even artillery shells to them at any time, the two of them tried their best and finally rotated the heavy loads they had worked so hard to get back.

By the time Wei Ran and Roman tightened the last screw, Vajim had just finished the work.

"Now we just need to put on the tracks."

Roman blew out the candle, leaned on the newly replaced road wheel and took a breath and said, "This is also the most dangerous part."

"Wrap the hammer with a blanket," Vajim suggested. "Maybe it will make less noise."

"You can also put a shoe on the track pin." Roman pointed to the wreckage of the No. 3 tank not far away. "There must be a shoe in there. Wait for me to find one and bring it back."

"I'll go"

Wei Ran handed the wrench and the submachine gun on his back to Roman, wiped the mud on his hands randomly, and then stood up holding on to the tracks.

Following the smell of blood, he carefully climbed into the turret. After closing the hatch cover above his head, he took out the bullet casing lighter left by the political commissar Trosha and lit it.

With the help of the small yellow flames, he could see clearly for the first time the inside of the tank that he had captured with a submachine gun.

The five crew members who had not been moved were all killed by Bobosha submachine gun fire without exception. They all had half of their soldier tags in their mouths at this time. Not only were there signs of turning around, but even the car radio was also

Destroyed.

He could even tell from the weird sitting postures of the corpses of two of the members that there might be something under their butts that would explode when touched.

There is no doubt that just like those German soldiers who buried grenades near the escape hatch of their tanks, this small trick was most likely arranged by the Trosha political commissar.

"When I was alive, I worked for Mustache, but when I died, I had to work for the Soviet Union. It's also a hardship for you."

Wei Ran sighed as if he was insane, and then carefully took off a boot from the foot of a corpse.

But what surprised him was that with a soft "clang" sound, a metal cigarette case with an eagle emblem also fell from the boot to the floor.

Reaching out to pick up the cigarette box, Wei Ran opened it and found that in addition to a few cigarettes and a few gold rings from unknown sources, there was also a piece of paper stuck to the cover, which was rare in this era.

Color photos.

With the small flame of the lighter, he could clearly see that in the photo was a young girl wearing a skirt. Behind the girl, he could also see a large barn and several cows.

"One more beautiful little widow"

Wei Ran muttered again, bent down and placed the cigarette box and its contents on the chest of the German soldier. Then he extinguished the already hot simple lighter and climbed out of the turret with his smelly boots in one hand.

.

Taking the boots from Wei Ran, Roman pointed in the direction of the German position, "Victor, keep an eye on the surrounding situation. We may make some noise later."

"give it to me!"

Wei Ran stepped directly from the wreckage of the Panzer III tank onto the chassis of the T-34 tank, then pressed his body against the turret, turned his back to Roman and the other two, and raised the telescope he took out of the metal book.

Behind him, Vajim found a German belt that he didn't know where it came from and passed it through both ends of the broken track, and then tightened it with a winch, gradually shortening the distance between the two tracks.

After a while, Roman pushed the track pin he had been holding into the link hole on the track from the outside in in the completely opposite direction.

Immediately afterwards, Vajim also placed the boots that Wei Ran had found on the pin, and Roman also raised the hammer wrapped in cloth and waited patiently.

Almost at the same time that the flares fired from the Soviet position took off, the hammer in his hand also hit the upper of his boots.

"Boom"

After an inconspicuous knocking sound, the mud-covered pin also went in for a small section.

After waiting quietly for a moment and seeing no movement around him, Roman patiently waited for the flare above his head to fall, and then waited for the moment when the second flare rose. Then he slightly increased his strength and struck the cushion for the second time.
To be continued...