The GAZ-AA light truck performed well in all aspects, so it had a relatively good reputation among the Soviet army, but the truck was still a truck after all, and it was impossible to really resist the baptism of guns. A grenade landed unbiased on the front hood of the truck that Trode was driving......

"Boom!"

The huge shock wave directly shattered the front windshield of the truck, and almost all the broken glass shards fell into the cab of the truck. In the car, a man shook his body and struggled to get up, thanks to the fact that he fell down in time the moment he saw the grenade, otherwise such a huge shock wave and the glass shards it was carrying would not have been a joke even if it had caused him fatal injuries.

"Damn it......" Trood struggled to his feet, shaking his body and shaking off the glass ballast on his back. Although he was able to avoid the direct damage just now, the explosion power from the grenade still made him a lot uncomfortable, and when he just got up, his eyes suddenly turned black......

"Chief Trood! Here, hurry up! ”

In front of the GAZ-AA light truck was a tank IV., and when Trode saw the white number 217 on the side of the turret, he burst into tears of excitement and almost didn't let the tears fall, and on top of the tank, Ben was waving his hand vigorously at him.

Suddenly Trode couldn't feel the pain anymore, and his hands and feet were no longer sluggish, and he immediately opened the car door......

"Bell, bell!"

When Trode just opened the car door and was about to get out, a row of bullets had already hit the door panel, and a string of sparks appeared, which frightened Trode and hurriedly withdrew his hands and feet, and then he realized that he was still on the battlefield, if he climbed into the tank so impulsively. I don't know how many bullets he will have to take in the back with the current level of hatred of the enemy.

Thinking so, Trode immediately told Ben to shrink back and tell Yorkson to open the door for him, then clumsily slipped out of the non-existent windshield, dodged the bullet and climbed to the ground, stumbling left and right under the car, and found that the emergency escape had been opened. Not long before that. When Trode rescued Hielde, his movements were still so dexterous, but now he was very clumsy, and after barely climbing into the car, he took deep breaths one after another. Of course, these deep breaths are not all caused by the exertion just now, but also the sigh of his escape from death......

"Safe base!" Trode feebly picked up the microphone and spoke as hard as he could.

"You bastard!" As soon as he heard Trode's voice, Derek erupted and shouted, "You madman suddenly came to do this. Any idea how scary it is?! ”

"Whew...... It's me who is wrong, it's me who is wrong......" Trode was powerless to refute him, so he had to try his best to divert the topic and said: "Their main forces have already gone to the front line, you don't have to worry, but I think we should withdraw quickly, not to mention whether the fuel is not enough, the battle on the front line is unpredictable, in case they can still have someone to fight back." I really won't have a second resort then......"

"Cut! Wouldn't it be okay for you to perform again then? I think your acting skills are pretty good! Even if Troud gets out of the way, Derek isn't ready to follow his pace. However, the current situation is indeed not safe, so Derek still put the overall situation first and said: "Then let's withdraw, anyway, today's harvest has been a lot, fortunately, we already know the direction, it is not difficult to go back like this." ”

"No...... It should be very difficult to ......" was like pouring cold water on Derek, and the phrase suddenly came out. The members of the team were confused, because there was no trace of the enemy passing in the direction they had just come, although they could also be pursued by the enemy, but at the current level of the two squads, if they did not send enough troops to pursue. It's just meat that goes to their mouths.

"What do you mean?" Trode didn't understand Tryna's words at all, he had thought of this plan very well, and now it was executed perfectly, but what he didn't expect was that Tryna actually raised objections at this final juncture.

"When we took a detour just now, you should know how many muddy areas we passed." Trana said calmly but a little heavily: "But now after this rain falls, I definitely can't see it, as for the others, I don't think anyone has that ability......"

Derek was shocked when he heard this, and he actually ignored such a situation - on the way they came just now, there were a lot of mud swamps, such as a heavy thing like a tank, and it was impossible to get out if you pressed it into it a little. Just now, they slowed down a little bit and let Tryna's crew take the lead. This is not to say that Drana's eyes are really that good, in fact, the small quagmire does not have much impact on the tank, and the slightly larger quagmire is relatively easy to identify, and putting Trana at the head of the team is just an extra layer of safety for this security.

But now it's completely different, like such a heavy rain, it has already filled in those swamps, whether it is ordinary land or trapped, they have become a flat water surface, not to mention Tryna, even an old hunter who has been in the forest all year round can't stand on top of the moving tank, distinguish every quagmire that can pose a threat to the tank.

However, if this problem cannot be solved, Trod and they will never be able to go back from the original road, but in addition to this road, the only path they can take is the first road, and this route is full of dangers, which means that they must once again step into an unfamiliar place, if they encounter enemy pursuit or reinforcements, they are more likely to lose their way, and in this rainstormy weather, if Trode and Derek do not make a decision, if the track marks on the ground are filled with mud and water, They have no way back. At the same time, however, no one can guarantee that they will not lose their way in the middle of the road because of the loss of traces, and if a few tanks with insufficient fuel get lost in enemy-occupied territory, the consequences can be imagined......

"Huh...... given that the situation has reached the most urgent time, Trode was forced to sigh before opening his mouth. I have a solution, and everyone listens to me ......" (To be continued. )