USSR 1941

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Shulka collected himself and took out a match from his coat pocket.

But Shulka soon realized that something was wrong... the matchbox was soaked and squished with blood, and he had just been crawling all the way under the cover of the corpse without noticing it.

Shulka hurriedly wiped off the blood on the matchbox, took out a match from inside, and tried to ignite it with trembling hands, but it was in vain. The matches were severely damp, and only one of them emitted a wisp of blue smoke after rubbing several. It went out quickly.

This even exposed Shulka's position... People on the battlefield are particularly sensitive to things like smoke and fire, because it often means that someone has shot at this position.

Most of the German soldiers were veterans, and a few of them quickly noticed this place, so a row of bullets "clacked" towards Shulka's position.

"Fuck it!" Shulka scolded, he never thought that he would be stumped by a small match in the end after all his calculations.

The situation continued to deteriorate. A grenade was thrown nearby and smoked, and Shulka hurriedly rolled and hid in the nearby crater.

With a "boom", broken mud fell from the sky like raindrops, with a few rags and pieces of meat in it.

Seeing this situation, Major Gavrilov hurriedly directed the firepower to implement cover. The major who was not aware of the situation anxiously clenched his fists and shouted at Shulka: "What are you waiting for, throw out the Molotov cocktail!"

Shulka felt bitter for a while. Although there were flames everywhere on the battlefield, he was the only one who didn't have them. At this time, there was only a little bit of spark, just a little bit.

Turning his head, he saw a dead body lying on his side. Shulka didn't think much, and immediately checked his jacket pocket.

The results of the search disappointed him: there were no matches, only a Soviet soldier's card and a Bakelite cylinder.

As a Soviet soldier, Shulka knew what was contained in this finger-sized Bakelite tube... According to Order No. 138 of the People's Commissariat of Defense, every soldier must carry an ID card along with his soldier's card.

The so-called identity cards are two rolls of kraft paper stuffed in a bakelite tube, and the basic information of the soldiers is recorded on the paper.

Its function is: if the soldier is killed in battle, one of the kraft papers will accompany the dead soldier before the burial, and the other will be sent to the relevant departments to count the casualties of the Soviet army and report the situation to the family.

This is equivalent to the identity card that European and American soldiers hang around their necks and can be divided into two.

The Soviet approach was clearly ineffective.

Shuerka casually unscrewed the lid of the rubber tube, and was surprised to see that the inside was not kraft paper, but matches...it was matches!

In fact, this is Shulka's fuss.

The identity card is said to be carried by everyone, but because it is used for statistics after death, Soviet soldiers generally resist it. Soviet soldiers usually call it the "Punishment Medal"... ...When you die, Xunfa will be buried with you.

Because of superstition, many soldiers threw away the kraft paper inside, and the plastic tubes were used to store sewing needles, matches, shredded tobacco, etc.

Fortunately for Shulka, he got a match holder.

At this time, Shulka was not nervous anymore. He believed that it was God's will, which gave him a lot of confidence.

So, Shulka took out a match and lit the Molotov cocktail, then made a fake move and then retracted immediately... A few bullets flew over the head in an instant.

The moment the gunfire stopped, Shulkateng jumped out of his hiding place and ran towards the tank.

"Da da da..." The bullet almost followed Shuerka's footsteps all the way.

Shulka didn't intend to do this at first. His original idea was to get as close to the tank as possible and throw the Molotov cocktail.

As Major Gavrilov yelled.

But just now, at the moment of finding the matches, Shulka changed her mind.

Shulka made a simple analysis of the situation: the incendiary bottle does not mean that it can be burned by throwing it anywhere in the tank, it must be thrown near the tank engine or exhaust pipe, so as to overheat the engine and destroy it. ignite.

And I am on the side of the tank, from Shulka's position, I have to throw the Molotov cocktail in a perfect arc, so that it can pass over the tank turret and land on the rear armor accurately...Obviously, to do this is not necessary. Not easy, although Shulka is a good pitcher in modern times.

On the other hand, Shulka has only one Molotov cocktail in his hand, which means he only has one chance.

If not, all that awaits Shulka is death.

The reason is simply that after the incendiary bombs, German soldiers and tanks will undoubtedly turn their attention to Shulka.

Had the tank not been blown up, Shulka's chances of surviving were very, very small.

Another option is that Shulka overcomes the fear of the tank and runs directly to it, throwing Molotov cocktails on the rear armor of the tank at close range.

Doing so first increases the chances of blowing up the tank.

Secondly, there is no machine gun position on the side of the German "No. 3" tank... Its three machine guns are located on both sides of the main gun and the co-pilot position in front of the vehicle. On the other hand, the reaction speed of the tank is slow. It is also impossible to quickly rotate the tank to deal with it.

In other words, for a short period of time, the tank, a killing machine, is an iron lump for Shulka.

Again, the tank body was tilted at an angle to block part of the sight of the German soldiers behind it. As long as Shulka was fast enough, it was entirely possible to use the cover of the tank body to escape from the guns of the German soldiers after throwing the incendiary bombs. .

So Shulka chose the latter.

Facts have proved that Shulka's choice is correct.

Under the surprised eyes of the soldiers of the Soviet and German armies, Shulka ran all the way to the tank in the hail of bullets like a magic trick, and then almost stuck to the tank and threw the Molotov cocktail to the rear armor...

With a bang, the Molotov cocktail burst into flames on the body of the tank. A German soldier followed Shulka's figure and emerged from the side. As soon as he raised his gun, he was surrounded by flames splashed by gasoline. He frantically waved his arms and ran around with a scream.

This just gave Shulka time, he didn't dare to stay for a while, turned around and ran towards the direction of the Soviet trenches under the cover of the tank body and the flames behind it...Compared with the German army behind him, Shulka was more worried It was a Soviet rookie who knocked him down with a single shot.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly staggered and fell to the ground.

Taking a closer look, Shulka couldn't help but cursed, a corpse next to him stretched out a leg and tripped him, and he was tripped by a corpse! ! !

As a result... the tank turned its turret towards Shulka, the black muzzles of its two machine guns pointing down at him.

Shulka closed her eyes helplessly, thinking to herself that it was over.

At this moment, there was only a "boom", and a black smoke exploded from the rear of the tank, and then the black smoke quickly turned into a ball of flames.