Chen Mo shook his head, which was still a little numb, and the faint sound of explosions and the roar of some kind of engine work around him made Chen Mo's already not very sober head even more uncomfortable.

"What the hell is this place for his sister or sister?" The hangover in the bar last night, the beautiful woman whose name was not even clear, and the bright red that fell on the snow-white sheets in the hotel room made Chen Mo burst into foul mouths about what he was seeing now.

Everywhere there are ruins, there are smoking houses, there are craters everywhere, there are still smoking but broken vehicles and his sister's tanks and armored vehicles!

"Is Lao Tzu dreaming?" Holding on to a broken wall about half a meter high beside him, Chen Mo struggled to stand up.

"Woohoo!" A bullet that came out of nowhere, slammed into the wreckage of a vehicle that was half lying in front of the broken wall and didn't know what kind of vehicle it was, and with a spark, it slammed into the half-cut corpse that was only half a meter away from Chen Mo's body, making Chen Mo, who had just stood up, subconsciously fall to the ground again!

Chen Mo opened his mouth and stared in horror, and after a while, he pinched his inner thighs fiercely.

The sharp pain made Chen Mo's face turn red instantly, and he gritted his teeth and suffocated the scream of pain that was about to be released back into his stomach.

"Lao Tzu, his sister and sister are not dreaming!" After a long time, Chen Mo, whose head had completely sobered up, finally came to such a conclusion that made him frightened.

"However, Lao Tzu is obviously having a good time with a beautiful woman in the hotel, why did he come here? Could it be that girl was the legendary CIA agent last night? Sold Lao Tzu to Somalia? Chen Mo, who was huddled in the corner, thought about it for a long time and didn't understand what was going on in front of him, and after a long time, he comforted himself to a conclusion that he didn't even believe in it anyway.

All this in front of me is obviously on the battlefield, and at first glance, it is on the battlefield where the battle is extremely fierce.

When Chen Mo, who was in the clouds, was biting his fingers and pondering, a somewhat lacking voice sounded: "Comrade Corporal, can we still get out of this city?" ”

This voice almost made Chen Mo jump, nothing else, because this voice was definitely Russian spoken by Lao Maozi, and when would he be able to understand Lao Maozi's words?

Chen Mo subconsciously replied: "I don't know the way either."

"Why does Lao Tzu also speak Maozi?"

Shaking his head, Chen Mo tried to calm himself down. The current situation is really weird and a little unbearable, but Chen Mo himself knows that the more he is in this situation, the more he should keep himself calm, maybe a sober mind will not let him leave this ghost place, but, a chaotic mind, will definitely not let him get out of here - the stray bullet that came out of nowhere just now has made Chen Mo faintly aware of what he encountered!

Taking a deep breath, Chen Mo's gaze fell on the soldier who was half-crouched in front of him. If it weren't for careful identification, the earthy yellow military uniform could no longer see the original color, and the black shield-shaped military rank with the tank logo on the neckline and shoulders made Chen Mo, who was very obsessed with the history of World War II, immediately recognize the identity of the soldier in front of him - the senior soldier of the Soviet Army Tank Unit during World War II.

"Comrade Private, what's your name?"

"Alexander. Borisov. ”

This name seems to be like a lightning bolt, scorching Chen Molei's outside and tender inside! How could Chen Mo, who is obsessed with the history of World War II, especially the tanks and artillery during World War II, not know the meaning of the name Lu Dao?

On the Soviet-German battlefield during World War II, the Soviet Red Army and the German army used a large number of tanks, engaged in a large number of tank battles, and fought fiercely, which can be called the largest tank war in the world, and the Soviet tank troops played a decisive role in the complete defeat of the German army. On the Soviet-German battlefield in World War II, the tank crews of the Soviet Red Army paid a heavy price, and at the same time, many heroes emerged. Chen Mozhi, who is familiar with the history of the tank and artillery battles of World War II, said that in the entire World War II, there were 941 people in the Soviet tank units alone who were awarded the title of heroes by the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet, and they fought bravely in the magnificent Great Patriotic War and wrote one glorious chapter after another.

And Alexander. Borisov is one of them.

Chen Mo clearly remembers that it was on June 22, 1941, when the German army, with its superior armored forces, with the support of aviation and artillery, suddenly launched an attack on the Brest Fortress, and the Soviet army was forced to rush into battle, and the Great Patriotic War of the Soviet Union, which took 1418 days, began.

At the beginning of the war, the mechanized units of the Soviet army repeatedly counterattacked in order to delay the German offensive. The T-34-76 tanks under the command of Sergeant Borisov, in order to hold the crossing and cover the retreat of the infantry, skillfully and heroically engaged in a fierce battle with the Germans for 32 hours, and successfully completed the task. On July 22 of the same year, the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet issued an order awarding him the title of Hero of the Soviet Union! He went down in history as the first tank crew member of the Soviet Army to receive this title.

And the first Soviet Hero of the Soviet Army was half-crouched in front of him, his face full of soot and looking at him with a hint of longing for life, as if he was his protector.

Chen Mo, who calmed down, was a little puzzled in a blink of an eye, and he wanted to know Lu Dao, Alexander. Borisov was already a sergeant tank commander at the beginning of the Great Patriotic War, and now the situation is obviously at the critical juncture of the war, and not far in front of him lies the wreckage of a smoking IS-2 heavy tank, the big guy who only appeared on the Soviet-German battlefield in the spring of 1944! And this Alexander in front of me. Borisov is just a private class, is it a guy with the same name and surname?

Without paying attention to the question of names, he finally had an understanding of the current situation, thinking that he had encountered the legendary time travel, and Chen Mo, who had traveled to a certain battlefield in the Great Patriotic War of the Soviet Union, replied: "Chen Mo, a Soviet student from the Soviet power in China, graduated from the Frunze Military Academy of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army before the war!" (PS: At that time, whether the Frunze Academy recruited ordinary international students or not, I had no way to find out, and it was the Soviet Union at that time that helped the Chinese Red Army!) Please don't care. As for whether it will be a goof, Chen Mo didn't think about it so much, after all, he is on the battlefield now, and it is still unknown whether he can get out of this ghost place alive!

Alexander. When Borisov heard Chen Mo's words, there was obviously a hint of admiration in his eyes, and it could be seen that the name of the Frunze Military Academy of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army was indeed not covered! However, this guy obviously didn't find the huge loophole in Chen Mo's words, and the person who graduated from Frunze Academy seems to have the lowest military rank of a warrant officer!

"Comrade Corporal, our division headquarters is not far from there, why don't we go over there and have a look?" Alexander. Borisov seemed to have thought of something, and asked after a while.

This news made Chen Mo feel refreshed for a while, no matter how you pass through the crowd, and then you are very familiar with the history of World War II, on this battlefield where a shell may drop at any time, it is all nonsense, how to survive is the most important thing.

And the current situation of himself and this pseudo-Soviet hero is undoubtedly the most dangerous kind of lonely army, if you can find a large force, the hope of survival will undoubtedly increase a lot.

"Alexander, can I call you that?" Chen Mo was not a grinder, so he immediately asked. After getting Alexander. Borisov's nod in agreement, he continued: "What is the situation in the division command now?" How far is it from here? ”

Alexander. Borisov said with sadness on his face: "I don't think the current situation of the division headquarters should be too good, because I am from the division reserve, when we set off, the German tanks were already approaching the headquarters, my tank was broken by a German 38t track, when we repaired the tracks, they were covered by the opponent's artillery, I escaped by luck, my comrades-in-arms were"

Chen Mo patted Alexander. Borisov's shoulder, said: "Don't be sad, now is not the time to be sad." Let's go to the division headquarters and maybe find a tank that can still be driven! ”

In Alexandria. Under the leadership of Borisov, the two men ran to the position of the division headquarters tremblingly among the ruins and the wreckage of various combat vehicles, like little mice passing through a cat's nest.

More than ten minutes later, a building that had obviously been ravaged by a cluster of tanks appeared in Chen Mo's eyes. Borisov unequivocally told him that this building, which could no longer be seen as it was, was the division headquarters.

Extremely disappointed, Chen Mo held a glimmer of hope for luck, and worked hard to turn over the wreckage of the buildings that had been ravaged by countless artillery fire. Borisov did the same in vain.

Suddenly, a faint moan came into Chen Mo's ears, which made Chen Mo quickly rush towards the place where the sound came from like a frightened rabbit.

This place is supposed to be the foot of a building area, and a small concrete slab is placed diagonally on the half-uncollapsed wall, creating a gap between the floor and the ground.

et al. Chen Mo and Alexander. After Borisov forcefully removed the life-saving concrete slab, a Soviet tank major appeared in front of them with his legs disappearing from his knees, his left arm turned into mud, and his body covered in blood.

The Major had lost the ability to speak, but he didn't know where he had used his strength, and with his only intact right hand, he pulled out a stack of bloodstained documents from his shirt, his eyes staring at Chen Mo.

The document in the hand of the unknown major was not handed over, because his eyes full of nostalgia for this world were forever fixed in that moment.

Chen Mo gently took off his military hat, let out a sigh, reached out and picked up the document from the major's hand, and after opening it, a familiar map that could not be more familiar appeared in Chen Mo's eyes.

Simmelsdorf!