Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Lavlenkin and others, who were taking a nap in the Maus tank, were awakened by the intensive gunfire outside.

"Did the Finns attack?!" Lavlenkin hurriedly reached for the periscope and looked outside, only to find that the outside was illuminated by flares as if it were daytime; there was no movement on the Finnish position opposite, but the gunshots around him remained the same.

"What's going on?!" Lavrenkin opened the hatch and looked at the sky along the traces of tracer bullets from the machine gun next to him. By the light of the flares in the sky, he saw several aircraft flying in the distance. "Damn it! It's a plane! They must be here to blow up this tank!"

Yuri worried. "Then do we have to leave?"

Lavrenkin shook his head. "Don't worry, it's the safest here." After all, this tank can be said to be invulnerable. Even the top is 120mm thick. Unless it is directly hit by a heavy bomb, it is the safest here.

But after a while, accompanied by the violent explosion outside, several people suddenly felt that the temperature in the tank cabin had instantly increased a lot, as if they were in a steamer, and sweat could not stop pouring out. "What, what's going on?!" Lavrenkin once again leaned into the periscope and looked outside, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

After a while, Yuri felt a little dizzy from the heat. "No, we have to get out of here." Although I don't know what kind of bomb the Finnish army dropped, what is certain is that if they continue to stay here, they will be roasted alive.

"..." Lavlenkin was out of breath and had no energy to continue staying in the tank.

As soon as Yuri's hand grabbed the handle of the tank hatch, there was a pop, and the smell of barbecue spread.

"Ah!" Yuri screamed and jerked his hand away, his whole palm already covered in blood.

"Virgin Mary!" Did the Finns pour lava on their tank? !

The temperature in the tank cabin rose rapidly, and several people collapsed one after another, dizzy and exhausted. The hot floor failed to irritate the people who were already in a trance.

boom!

The propellants piled up were ignited and exploded. Although there was nothing visible on the outside of the tank, the interior of the tank was blown into a mess and was covered in blood and flesh.

The flames outside gradually extinguished after there was nothing left to continue burning, and the Soviet army in the distance approached cautiously.

Holding back the pungent smell of burning in the air, they walked to the outskirts of the "fire scene" and found that not everyone was burned to death. Some burnt black human-shaped figures were still making hoarse and painful screams. Voice.

"Medic! Medic! There are wounded here!!"

A medical soldier carrying a medical kit quickly ran over and was stunned when he saw the "charred" body on the ground.

The company commander Joseph, who followed after hearing the sound, saw this and patted the medical soldier on the shoulder. "Why are you in a daze? Come and save someone?!"

The pale-faced medical soldier turned to look at his company commander and shook his head slowly. "How can we save this? It's hopeless..."

Joseph was immediately annoyed. "What do you mean it's hopeless? What do you, a medic, do for a living?!"

The medical soldier muttered in a daze. "It's hopeless, it's really hopeless."

There are many chemical combustion accelerants in napalm, such as white phosphorus. After burning the human skin, a large amount of highly toxic chemicals will remain and enter the blood through the open wound of the burn wound, causing blood poisoning in the wounded.

Of course, the medical soldier didn't know this, but just by seeing the "charred" injuries on the ground, he knew that these people were hopeless. Not to mention the not-so-rich medicines in his medical kit, even if these wounded were sent to the rear, even if they were sent to Moscow, they would not be able to be saved by being admitted to the best hospital.

Facing the angry company commander Joseph, the medical soldier whispered with tears in his eyes. "It's really hopeless. If we continue to delay, it will only make them suffer more. The best way is to get them out as soon as possible... At least, this way, we can save them some pain!"

The muscles on Joseph's face couldn't stop shaking. Looking at the wounded man struggling and screaming on the ground, his eye circles slowly turned red. He suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger on the wounded man's head.

Yes, for them, death is the real relief.

As the company commander's order was issued, the surrounding Su sergeants tearfully used their rifles to relieve the pain of their comrades. Otherwise, they have no choice. If they don't do this, these severely burned soldiers may die slowly after suffering the most painful torture in the world.

Finally, with the last gunshot, the last severely burned soldier was relieved in the gunshot. When everything was over, Joseph and the Soviet soldiers present witnessed the chaotic and messy battlefield in front of them. There was an idea in the bottom of their hearts that they could not win this war, just as they could not survive in such a raging flames.

After standing silently for a long time, Joseph managed to pull himself together, ordered his men to bury the corpses, and then came to the side of the burned black Maus tank. The remaining heat of the steel has not completely dissipated, and you can still feel a slight burning sensation when you get close.

A faint uneasiness flashed in Joseph's heart, and he picked up his pistol and knocked on the armor a few times, shouting loudly while knocking. "Is there anyone? Is there anyone alive inside?"

After waiting for a long time, there was no response. At this time, the tank's armor was no longer so hot. Joseph ordered several men to climb up and take a look.

Several soldiers climbed up the turret along the boarding ladder and tried to open the hatch cover, but found that it did not move.

"What's going on? Is it locked inside?"

Of course, the tank hatch can be locked from the inside. After all, it does not require very complicated technology. There is a latch inside and it is difficult to open it from the outside.

However, during tank operations, the crew sometimes has to stick out of the tank for observation and command. Also, if the tank is damaged in a battle, the crew must escape immediately, so if the hatch of the tank is closed too tightly, it will be detrimental to these. Therefore, unless necessary, the hatch cover of a tank is generally not locked and closed. After all, it is a small probability event for enemy soldiers to climb onto the tank, open the hatch and drop bombs. It would be difficult for enemy soldiers to run up to the tank, and even harder to climb up.

But no matter how hard they tried to suck the milk, the hatch cover wouldn't budge. "Report to the company commander, it seems to be locked from the inside and cannot be opened."

"What should we do?" Joseph turned around anxiously for a few times, and someone next to him reminded him. "Company commander, I heard there is an escape door at the bottom of the tank."

Joseph ordered people to get into the bottom of the tank, and sure enough there was a hatch. Several soldiers pushed open the hatch, and a thick, acrid smoke blew into their faces. After the smoke dissipated slightly, they climbed into the tank and saw that the cabin was in a mess. All kinds of "indescribable" things were scattered all over the place, and the people who saw it almost vomited on the spot.

Several soldiers crawled away from this hellish place and reported to Joseph the situation in the cabin.

"..." Joseph glanced at this behemoth with a speechless expression. It was scrapped after just one day of showing its power?

No matter what, he still had to report it, and the report was passed up one level at a time, until it reached General Timoshenko.

Seeing the news that his secret weapon had been destroyed, Timoshenko almost fainted and ordered through gritted teeth. "The slow response of frontline air defense is a dereliction of duty on the part of the field commander. Send him to a military court!"