Although his heart was full of joy and tears flowed quietly, Sun Hui did not look back.

Because the battle is still not over.

All he had to do was know that she was still alive, and that was enough.

He was going to fight for her to stay alive.

And them......

"Dangdang!" There was a sound of tapping metal, someone banging on the top cover of the tank's turret.

"It's the Russians knocking outside." Ye Chuchu glanced outside from the observation window and said, "Linlin, what are you listening to him say?" ”

"He's calling us 'comrades.'" Wang Linlin said with a smile. Sun Hui also heard the familiar word "Davarishi".

Ye Chuchu observed the surrounding situation again, and at this time the Germans found out that the "KV-1" tank had received reinforcements, and knew that it would be useless to fight again, and had begun to retreat.

"Linlin, you go and ask him what he is going to do, and at the same time pay attention to the surroundings and be careful." Ye Chuchu said.

"Okay, Sister Chu Chu." Wang Linlin said, carefully opened the top cover of the turret, and several Russians outside saw that it was a beautiful girl who emerged from the tank, and couldn't help but be stunned, until Wang Linlin first asked in Russian, they came back to their senses and immediately rushed to answer in Russian.

"They said they wanted us to do them a favor." Wang Linlin lowered her body and said to Ye Chuchu.

Ye Chuchu looked at Sun Hui with an inquiring gaze, Sun Hui nodded, and Ye Chuchu said to Wang Linlin: "Let them lead the way." ”

Wang Linlin leaned out and said a few words to the Russians, who were very excited, beckoned to their companions, and after a while, several people jumped on the tank and sat on it.

The leader of the person stretched out his hand to the driver Du Lili, Du Lili carefully shook his hand lightly, he said in Russian, while pointing in a direction, Du Lili didn't understand what he was talking about, but saw the rising column of smoke there, knew that it should be where they went, so they started the "KV-1" tank, out of the crater, and drove there.

The enemy shelling continued, but seemed to be slowing down, as midshipman Ulanolasov ran up to the center, a burning fortress he was completely unfamiliar with, but the Germans may have shifted their fire coverage to the perimeter of the fortress. The shells were still falling, but they were not blindly bombarded, but fired strictly in a certain direction, so Ulanorsov was able to take a closer look.

Everything around is burning. The barracks of the troops, the houses near the church bell tower, and the garage of the cars on the banks of the creek were burning. Cars in parking lots, watchtowers, dormitories, shops, vegetable cellars – all of this, everything that can be burned, is burning, and even those that can't burn are burning. In the rising flames, the rumble of shell explosions and the staggering of red-hot shrapnel, some people who were almost naked ran from place to place.

And the horses neighing. They were not far away, neighing near the stables behind Ulanorasov, and this terrible cry, which was completely different from usual, overwhelmed all others for a time, even the occasional terrible, inhuman scream from the burning garage was drowned out. There, in the garage of the car, covered in oil and gasoline and closed by sturdy iron windows, the people hiding there are now being burned alive.

Ulanorasov was not familiar with this fortress. He and a few of his companions had only come to report for duty not long ago, and the fortress that was now in front of him was completely surrounded by smoke and fire. Shrapnel flew in all directions, and he looked closely for a while, barely recognizing the gates of the fortress, and decided to run there.

Covering the back of his head with two hands, Ulanorsov ran over craters, mounds of dirt and rubble towards the gate. He clutched the back of his head because he felt horribly that the sharp, red-hot shneln would pierce the back of his head at any moment, which had been carefully combed and had no protection. So he grotesquely crossed his hands on the back of his head, stumbling and staggering forward, trying to keep his balance.

He didn't hear the loud explosion of the shells, and before the loud bang came, he felt some kind of behemoth approaching his whole back, so he clung to the back of his head with both hands and threw himself headlong into a nearby crater. While waiting for the shells to explode, his hands, feet, and entire body burrowed into the hard, dry sand like crabs. Then he did not hear the explosion, but only felt that suddenly a terrible force pressed him into the sand, and the force was so violent that he could not breathe, and under this pressure he cricked up, and opened his mouth to breathe greedily in the cold air. But in the darkness of this sudden appearance, he could not breathe in the fresh air. Then, a heavy, but completely real, force pressed down on his back, and the hope of taking another breath of air was dashed, and the intermittent sensation was finally lost.

But he soon regained consciousness again, and he longed to live. Now he woke up, his head was terrible, his chest was tight, and there was silence all around. He thought the fire had stopped, but he realized later that it was only because he had just woken up, was in a trance, and couldn't hear anything. Nothing frightened him at all; He crawled out from under the sand that was pressing down on him, and sat there, spitting out large balls of blood and teeth creaking from his mouth.

"Explosion...... "Explosion," he desperately recalled, recalling what had happened before he fainted, "it must have been the collapse of some warehouse." Don't be an ammunition depot or a grain depot......"

He recalls in vain and indifference, as if remembering something that is distant in time and space, and he tries to figure out where he is running and what he is going, but his mind is not at his beckon. He just sat at the bottom of the crater, shaking his head vigorously and spitting out the blood-stained sand in his mouth, unable to figure out why and why he was sitting here.

The crater smelled of gunsmoke. Ulanorasov thought to himself that he should climb to the top, where he would be quicker to breathe and clearer his mind, but he did not want to move his body at all. His crushed lungs wheezed, and he swallowed the disgusting stench, feeling its nasty bitterness with each inhale. Again, instead of hearing, he felt someone slip to the bottom of the pit and appear behind him. His neck couldn't move, so his whole body turned around.