Chapter 14 Wine Bottle


    The three German tanks were divided into left, center and right to cover the infantry attack. At this time, the tank on the right was blown up and a gap appeared, especially when the German army was attacking at every step. The distance between the two armies was even less than a hundred. Mi, such a short distance has an advantage over the Soviet army, the advantage of hand-to-handbat...


    Major Gavrilov certainly would not give up this opportunity. He waved his pistol and shouted with all his strength: "Comrades,e with me! Go!"


    "Come on!" shouted the Soviet soldiers and jumped out of the trenches with bays in hand. Groups of soldiers rushed towards the German army after crossing Shulka and the wreckage of German tanks. Tangled into brutal hand-to-handbat.


    At this time, Shulka didn''t want to join anymore. The fact is that he didn''t want to... He felt that he didn''t have the strength and courage to get up from the ground.


    But it doesn''t make much difference whether Shulka participates in the battle at this time.


    Because the situation of the battle was set, the German army, which had the upper hand, did not expect a countercharge. Although this countercharge only happened on the right wing, it would be difficult for the German heavy equipment to y a role once the two armies entered hand-to-handbat.


    This is especially the German tanks, whose nks were soon exposed to the Soviet troops rushing into the German camp. The embarrassing thing is that the German tanks were unable to fight back... Soldiers from both sides of the enemy and us were mixed together. Machine guns and tank guns must kill the enemy. Will kill his own people.


    As a result, the tank could only let the Soviet soldiers approach, and then stuffed the explosive pack into its chassis to blow it up. The other one was even blown up by opening the hatch and throwing grenades together with the man and the tank.


    Not long after, the German army retreated like a tide, leaving behind a pile of corpses, and some who had no time to escape raised their hands and surrendered to the Soviet army.


    "Shuerka, Shulka!" Okunev stumbled to Shurka''s position and knelt down, then raised his head and shouted involuntarily: "Hygienist, hygienist..."


    "Okunev!" Shulka sat up with his arms propped up.


    This startled Okunev, he stared nkly at Shulka with wide-eyed eyes, and after a while he punched Shulka hard,ughed and said, "You''re not dead yet!" Ah, lucky fellow!"


    "Of course!" Shulka replied: "However, if we don''t return to the trenches, we may be close to death!"


    "What''s the meaning?"


    Shulka didn''t answer, turned around and took Okunev to the trench.


    As soon as the two of them hid in the trench with their front feet, the shells on their back feet followed, which surprised Okunev again.


    In fact, this is not difficult to guess. The Germans have done a good job in the coordination of arms. Of course, their artillery will cover the retreat of the remnants and show the Soviet soldiers a little bit of strength.


    "Do you know?" After the gunfire stopped, Okunev handed Shulka a cigarette... Okunev rolled it himself, and his saliva was still on it.


    "What?" Shulka didn''t refuse.


    Anyone who still cares about saliva after enjoying the smoke of the battlefield, life and death, limbs and arms, and intestines ripped out of the stomach must be crazy.


    "I hardly recognize you!" Okunev lit a match and lit a cigarette for Shulka, and then lit himself again: "You are no longer the same Shulka!"


    Shulka didn''t answer, he was a little guilty because he really wasn''t.


    "You seem to be able to guess the danger!" Okunev had some incredible expressions on his face: "For example, you can avoid the dive and strafing of the ne, for example, just now you know that the Germans will fire, and more importantly, you still can blew up a tank... God, dozens of us died going up, none of us made it, and you did it all by yourself..."


    "It''s your bottle, Okunev!" Shulka said.


    "Oh, is that so?" Okunev couldn''t helpughing: "I''m also responsible for saying that!"


    "Of course!" Shulka nodded seriously: "You said...how should I report your contribution to them? ''Report to the instructor, the wine bottle I used was stolen by Okunev from the officer''s mess hall'' !"


    "Oh, no!" Okunev patted his head in frustration: "You better stop talking, or they will send the dispatch to deliver ammunition!"


    Shulkaughed, and identally choked on the smoke, which caused a burst of coughing and tears.


    "Comrade Shulka!" At this moment a messenger appeared in front of the two of them, and he even saluted Shulka.


    This made Shulka curse in his heart, if there are German snipers staring at this moment, he will be the target of the opponent.


    "The major asked you to go to the headquarters!" said the correspondent.


    Everyone knew it was a good thing this time. Okunev patted Shulka on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Remember, don''t mention the wine bottle!"


    Shuerka responded with a smile: "Don''t worry, Okunev, I won''t inform you!"


    The difference from before is that the attitude of the soldiers on the way to the headquarters ispletely different... When Shulka passed by the Soviet soldiers, someone kept shouting:


    "Well done, Shulka!"


    "Good fight!"


    "We all saw it, you burned the enemy tanks, brave act!"


    …


    What Shulka didn''t know was that something happened at the headquarters at this time.


    When Major Gavrilov returned to the headquarters, the instructor was angry at the few deserters he had captured... Shulka''s idea was right. This is a fortress surrounded by German troops. There is no way to escape.


    "This is a disgrace!" the instructor waved his hands and shouted angrily: "It is an unprecedented stain. There are scum like you in our army. Your behavior is more unbearable than the traitor I just shot... "


    "He is not a traitor, Comrade Artur!" Major Gavrilov interrupted the instructor.


    "What?" The instructor looked at Major Gavrilov suspiciously.


    "Shulka, he is not a traitor!" Major Gavrilov replied: "He has proved it with courage!"


    "You mean he killed a few enemies?" The instructorughed: "No, that might just be his cover, Major! You know, they are very cunning..."


    "No, Comrade Artur!" Major Gavrilov interrupted the instructor again: "He not only killed a few enemies, he blew up an enemy tank and we sessfullyunched a counterattack. Otherwise , this ce has probably been captured! In other words...he saved us, everyone!"


    After a pause, Major Gavrilov added: "If he is a traitor, then I need such a traitor!"