Steel Soviet Union

"Bah! Damn it! The blood of these Nafasis is so fishy and smelly! Are you going to crawl in?"

Under the dark night, he glanced at Iushkin beside him with an almost imperceptible light from the corner of his eye. Lavrinenko, who was driven by a strong sense of hunger, immediately made a backhand jump without saying a word, and followed the open door. The escape hatch jumped into the turret.

"Damn it! I hope you don't get splattered with Kraut's stinky flesh."

Iushkin, who followed closely behind Lavrinenko, also made a skillful turn over and got into the tank. Iushkin, who had just landed on the chassis bulkhead, had not had time to speak. A sound came from the soles of his feet. A soft and slimy feeling immediately interrupted his thoughts and he looked towards his feet.

"Oh! Damn it! I just feel soft under my feet. How unlucky!"

The corpse of the German commander, who was directly hit in half by a 5mm armor-piercing bullet, appeared in front of Iushkin so close at hand.

The blue-gray intestines with blood that had solidified flowed all over the floor like a slaughtered pig. The soft and slippery feeling of half of the intestines under his feet made even Iushkin, who was used to seeing life and death, feel nauseous.

"The corpses of the three Germans were all dead. That old guy Andreev's shooting skills were really not that good. Killing two wolves with one shot does not seem to be bragging."

Using the small hand lamp he borrowed from the sentry, he looked through the corpses of all three German armored soldiers with the faint but dim light that was enough to see everything within one meter of his eyes to confirm that they were correct. He knew that he had to hurry up. Immediately, Lavrinenko began to raise and lower his hands to plunder the dead body regardless of the half-dried blood.

"Don't just stand there, Iushkin! Go and see if there is anything you can take away from the turret storage boxes and compartments. Take away all the tobacco, alcohol, food, and souvenir medals of the Germans!" "

After being given the order by Lavrinenko, Iushkin knew that now was not the time to feel sick. When he responded, he turned around and walked sideways to the turret bulkhead with large amounts of blood splattered on it. Search carefully for anything of value.

"Damn photos, cigarette cases, and several magazines! Why is there nothing to eat?! Wait, what is this? Half a piece of bread?! These German guys just threw it in the bullet box like garbage! You really deserve it Beaten in two!"

Stained with the smell of residual gunpowder in the ammunition box of the MG34 vehicle-mounted machine gun, Iushkin, who was so hungry that his eyes were almost gleaming with gold, didn't care at all and directly stuffed the half piece of bread, which was less than the size of a palm, into his mouth. It had dried. The bread cubes, which were so hard that they were chewy, were as delicious as delicacies from the mountains and the sea in Iushkin's mouth.

While chewing half a piece of bread in his mouth, his hands did not stop. Iushkin, who kept rummaging through the storage baskets and mezzanines on the turret bulkhead, soon found items such as lighters and whole packs of cigarettes. Rare objects, these inedible things are also indispensable necessities of life for Iushkin, who fights every day. Iushkin, who has had enough of bullet casings, simple lighters and horse tobacco, is not interested in these rare items. I was waiting for German goods, so of course I took all the orders without even landing.

"I think we are rich, Comrade Deputy Battalion Commander! Look at this, a whole Kraut sausage and half a bottle of wine! It seems that these Krauts are as accustomed to carrying some food in the tank as we are."

Not only the tank troops of the Soviet Union and Germany, but almost all armored soldiers in World War II had the habit of storing some food and drinks in their vehicles.

After all, a tank can be said to be the home of armored soldiers on the battlefield. Armored soldiers from various countries who spend much more time in the tank than getting out of the tank do not store some emergency supplies in their dens. reason.

He held half of a German sausage in his mouth and put the other half into Lavrinenko's mouth. Iushkin, who was chewing loudly, then discovered a very strange white flat paper package. This small white paper bag, which was only a little bigger than a matchbox and so thin that it was only one or two matches thick, immediately made Iushkin, who had never seen such a thing before, speak curiously.

"It's all written by Germans. I can't understand it at all. I'd better open it and take a look."

Iushkin, who didn't take the little thing seriously in his hand, immediately tore open the thin paper package with force, but what fell out of it immediately shocked Iushkin again. Puzzled.

"What is this? Something used to bandage wounds? Why have I never seen this thing before?"

Lavrinenko, who was attracted by the questioning words in Iushkin's mouth, paused his work and turned around. Although the lights in the dark car were dim, Lavrinenko was illuminated by the weak handlight in his hand. But Coque still recognized the "extremely rare" thing in Iushkin's hand at a glance.

"Do you find it funny to hold something that is used to cover someone else's lower body in your hand? Throw it away immediately! That's a condom issued by a German!"

"What is a condom?"

After hearing this cute rhetorical question, Lavrinenko was so angry that he dropped the watch he had just taken off the corpse and dropped it to the ground. He thought that this innocent little guy Iushkin might not know that the woman was What does it feel like? Lavrinenko, who had a dark look on his face and was too lazy to explain what a condom was, immediately slapped the thing in Iushkin's hand to the ground with a backhand.

"If you have time to waste time here, why not hurry up and find something! There are so many German tank wrecks nearby. If you don't want to sleep with these dead people overnight, speed up!"

Still unable to understand what Lavrinenko was talking about and what condom was used for, the confused Iushkin could only continue to turn around and rummage around after shaking his head in confusion for a while. Turret bulkhead.

Iushkin and Lavrinenko, who had been busy in the wreckage of the Panzer IV tank for nearly ten minutes, had gained a lot.

14 packs of cigarettes, three lighters, two boxes of compressed biscuits, three wrapped German sausages, a bottle of unintelligible wine with French characters written on it, half a bottle of vodka that may have been seized by the Germans, and two large bags of returned goods. The unopened German army-issued bread and three cans of beef were filled with incomprehensible Italian characters.

"Damn it! We are so hungry every day that we can even walk unsteadily, but these German guys can still eat bread, chew sausages and drink two sips of wine! There is nothing more unfair than this, Comrade Deputy Battalion Commander!"