Steel Soviet Union

Malashenko, who was holding his knees with both hands and breathing heavily, raised his head and looked in the direction of Vorokov's finger.

The Red Army soldiers who arrived first did not even have time to take a breath and went directly into the rescue. The lack of tools could not stop this group of Red Army soldiers with firm beliefs. The scene of digging through the ruins with bare hands without even wearing gloves reminded Malashenko of a familiar feeling under the same communist banner.

"What should we do? Comrade Malashenko, do you want to help?"

He forced himself to straighten his back and took a deep breath. Before he could fully recover, Malashenko ran away without even thinking.

"Do I even need to say this? Move quickly!"

Maybe it was really a dilapidated building that was destroyed by a German air raid, as Volokov suspected.

When Malashenko actually came to the ruins and rolled up his sleeves to join the action, the large pile of rubble like a hill in front of him still surprised Malashenko, who claimed to be somewhat mentally prepared.

"Damn, at least three floors have collapsed. How long will it take to dig with your hands!?"

The busy scene around him gave Malashenko no chance to ask about the specific situation.

Malashenko, who originally planned to ask if there was anyone buried underneath, had no chance to ask since he was just busy working in vain in the end. The busy Red Army soldiers around them had already thrown their guns behind their backs and were busy with their feet on the ground, and they were not even aware of the newly arrived Malashenko and Vorokov.

"Forget it, just treat your busy work as exercise, do it first and then talk about it!"

Malashenko, who was muttering to himself, saw the busy scene around him and simply gave up the idea of ​​asking anyone to ask. At least looking at the situation in front of me, someone must be buried under the ruins. Every second of rescuing people is undoubtedly precious.

Malashenko, who wears tank leather gloves on his hands, is in a better situation than the soldiers who dig and dig through the rubble with their bare hands. At least he doesn't have to worry about his hands being cut by gravel and debris.

On the other hand, the other Red Army soldiers around them had their hands bloody and covered with scars at this moment, but even so, no one present cried out for pain and stopped and still went all out.

Malashenko could even see that the back of the hand of the Red Army soldier closest to him had been cut with a gash of at least 15 centimeters long. His right hand, desperate to save people, hit a sharp piece of gravel with too much force. There was no time to take it back and the scene was cut straight open, with blood dripping down the wound. Even Malashenko, who was a bystander, felt quite painful when he saw it.

"Find one! I found one! Someone please help me!"

Just when Malashenko was staring at the wounds on the hands of the Red Army soldiers beside him and moving the rubble in his hands, he was a little distracted. A sudden shout instantly pulled Malashenko's flying soul back. Malashenko immediately turned his gaze to the direction where the voice came from.

A dusty but extremely excited Red Army soldier was standing on top of the ruins, shouting, waving his arms and calling to his comrades to come over and help him rescue him.

Seeing this scene, Malashenko immediately put down the rubble in his hand and ran quickly towards the location only a few meters away. An arm that was half hanging in the gap of the ruins appeared next to Marashenko. In front of Shenke.

"Great! Comrades, start digging and rescue people quickly!"

The second lieutenant of the Red Army who led the team gave an order, followed by everyone rushing into battle.

There is no doubt about the eagerness and enthusiasm of all the Red Army soldiers present to save people. However, this scene of onlookers was the same as watching the excitement on the streets of China in later generations, but it could not help but make Malashenko, who could not intervene, frown.

"Just keep six people. Any more will be useless and can't be used. Everyone, please spread out and give way!"

The people who were busy were obviously not expecting the sudden order. The Red Army soldiers who stopped their work in an instant turned around almost at the same time and aimed their questioning eyes at this very strange man. A man dressed as a tank soldier.

Seeing that the situation in front of him was a bit embarrassing, Malashenko had no time to explain too much and blurted out a brief self-introduction at a very fast speed.

"Lieutenant Colonel Malashenko, commander of the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, everyone is listening to my orders now. It is important to save people! Hurry!"

The rapid-fire barrage of words made many soldiers unable to realize who the person in front of them was. However, Malashenko's emphasis on the rank of lieutenant colonel was clearly heard, and he immediately followed it without much hesitation. Malashenko's orders dispersed around to make room.

Malashenko, who finally had a position to get closer, clearly saw the specific situation in front of him.

A collapsed floor slab lay across the rubble and was buried above the injured. Malashenko, who was picking up the stone and looking inside along the gap, quickly found out the specific situation. There is no doubt that a large gap in a person's body that is merely elevated by a stone is a source of joy.

"Stop digging out those rotten rocks, it won't work! Lift this floor first, bring in more people, and let's all lend a hand and work together!"

The broken floor, which seemed to be about four to five square meters, was not too thick. Malashenko estimated that seven or eight strong soldiers should be able to forcibly lift the thing. In this way, the rescue effort could be saved. It's much faster than wasting time by hand digging around those rotten rocks.

The surrounding Red Army soldiers who had never had any similar rescue experience probably understood that they might be working in vain, but it was more out of unconditional trust and obedience to Malashenko, who had a higher military rank. .

The command of the comrade commander will always be correct, most of the young Red Army soldiers who came forward to help lift the floorboards thought so in their hearts.

What happened next was as expected as Malashenko expected.

The small floor above was only lightly covered with a layer of gravel. It was slowly lifted up with the hard work of seven red-faced Red Army soldiers, including Malashenko.

He tilted his head and glanced at the gap in the ruins beneath him, which was already big enough to drag people out. Then he turned his head and glanced at the red-faced Red Army soldiers beside him and found that there was still enough energy left to hold on.

Malashenko, who accurately grasped the opportunity, immediately let go of his hands and yelled, insisting on holding on. He bent down instantly and risked being beaten to death by the floor at any time, and reluctantly leaned in through the gap. go.

Ten seconds later, when Malashenko grabbed the slender figure in his arms and snatched it back from the hands of death and walked quickly down the ruins, the Red Army soldiers who had finally worked hard in vain immediately burst into excitement. cheer.