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Shulka calmed down and took out the match from his coat pocket.

But Shulka soon discovered that something was wrong...the matchbox was soaked in blood and crushed. He only knew how to crawl along with the cover of the corpse, but did not notice this.

Shulka hurriedly wiped off the blood on the matchbox, took out the matches from inside, and tried to light them with trembling hands, but it was in vain. The matches were seriously dampened, and after rubbing several matches, only one emitted a wisp of smoke.

It went out quickly.

This even revealed Shulka's location... People on the battlefield are particularly sensitive to smoke, fire and the like, because it often means someone is shooting at this location.

Most of the German soldiers were veterans, and several of them quickly noticed this place, so a row of bullets hit Shulka's position "click-click-click".

"Go to hell!" Shulka cursed. He never thought that he would be stumped by a small match after all his calculations.

The situation continued to deteriorate. A grenade was thrown nearby and smoked. Shurka rolled and hid in the crater next to it.

There was a "boom", and mud fell from the sky like raindrops, with several pieces of rags and minced meat included.

Seeing this, Major Gavrilov quickly directed fire to cover. The major, who was unaware 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, there were none here. At this time, there was only a little spark, just a little bit.

Turning around, he saw a corpse lying on his side. Sulka didn't think much and immediately checked his jacket pocket.

The search results disappointed him: there were no matches, only a Soviet soldier's ID card and a bakelite tube.

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

The so-called identity card is two pieces of rolled kraft paper stuffed into a bakelite tube. The basic information of the soldier is recorded on the paper.

Its function is: if the soldier is killed in battle, one of the kraft papers will accompany the fallen soldier before burial, and the other will be sent to the relevant departments for counting Soviet casualties and reporting the situation to his family.

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

This Soviet method is obviously ineffective.

Shulka casually unscrewed the lid of the plastic tube and was shocked to see that what was inside was not kraft paper, but a match...it was actually a match!

In fact, this was Shulka's fuss.

Identity cards are said to be carried by everyone, but because they are used for posthumous statistics, Soviet soldiers are generally resistant to them. Soviet soldiers usually call them "criminal medals"...

…When he dies, he will give you the honor certificate and be buried with you.

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

Shulka was lucky, he got a match box.

At this time, Shulka was no longer nervous. He believed that this was God's will, which gave him great confidence.

So Shurka took out a match, struck it, lit the Molotov cocktail, then made a fake move and then retracted... In an instant, several bullets flew over his head.

The moment the gunfire stopped, Schulka jumped out of his hiding place and ran in the direction of the tank.

"Da da da..." The bullet almost followed Shulka's footsteps.

Shulka did not originally intend to do this. His initial idea was to get as close to the tank as possible and throw the incendiary bottle out, just like Major Gavrilov shouted.

But just now, when he found the match, Shulka changed his mind.

Shulka made a simple analysis of the situation: The incendiary bottle cannot be thrown anywhere on the tank to burn it. It must be thrown near the tank engine or exhaust pipe, so that the engine temperature will be too high and it will be burned.

ignite.

And he was on the side of the tank. From Sulka's position, he had to throw the incendiary bottle in a perfect arc, so that it could pass over the tank turret and land accurately on the rear armor... Obviously, to do this, it was not easy.

It's not easy, although Shurka's pitching in modern times is very accurate.

On the other hand, Shulka only had a Molotov cocktail in his hand, which meant that he had only one chance.

If he can't do it, the only thing waiting for Shulka is death.

The reason is simple: after the incendiary bombs, the German soldiers and tanks will undoubtedly turn their attention to Shulka's direction.

If the tank failed to be blown up, Sulka's chances of surviving were very slim.

Another option is for Shulka to overcome his fear of the tank and run directly towards it, throwing the Molotov cocktail onto the rear armor of the tank at close range.

Doing so will first greatly increase the chance of blowing up the tank.

Secondly, there is no machine gun position on the side of the German Panzer III tank... Its three machine guns are on both sides of the main gun and in the front passenger seat. On the other hand, the tank's reaction speed is slow, even if it finds Shulka running towards it.

It is also impossible to quickly rotate the gun tank to deal with it.

In other words, in a short period of time, the tank, a killing machine, will become a piece of iron to Shulka.

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

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So Shulka chose the latter.

Facts have proved that Shulka's choice was correct.

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

With a "Peng" sound, the Molotov cocktail exploded into a ball of flame on the tank body. A German soldier emerged from the side following Shurka's figure. As soon as he raised his gun, he was surrounded by the flames of gasoline splashing.

He screamed wildly and ran around waving his arms wildly.

This just gave Shulka time. He didn't dare to stop for a moment. He turned around and ran towards the Soviet trenches under the cover of the tank body and the flames burning behind it... Shulka was more worried about the Germans after they got up.

It was some Soviet rookie who knocked him down with one shot.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.

After taking a closer look, Shulka couldn't help but cursed. A corpse next to him stretched out a leg and tripped him up. He actually tripped over a corpse!!!

The result was...the tank rotated the turret towards Shulka, and the black muzzles of the two machine guns were pointed downward at him.

Shulka closed his eyes helplessly, thinking to himself that it was over now.
Chapter completed!