[烛光生存狂]-第8章(各位管理员有时间都来看看啊!)

I made such an attempt to bring back lost equipment,together with two mechanics,in one small town.It had been lost in the early morning but,later the same day,had been recaptured by our Fallschirmjager.During the headlong retreat that morning our Aufklarungs Abteilung had to leave an assault gun behind in the ruins.It had some engine problem and could only drive backwards!However,it was standing in such a bad position between a couple of badly damaged houses that it was impossible to get it out as we withdrew.There was no time to repair it but I thought that it was a shame if an otherwise faultless and ready-for-action vehicle should be lost and fall into the hands of the Bolsheviks.So I took two mechanics,and in a heavy Steyr car,an excellent and far superior German version of the American jeep organised from a Wehrmacht depot,we drove back towards the town.For all emergencies I brought Walter Leisegang,one of the most reliable men in the platoon,and,of course a machine-gun.

我试图带着两个机械修理工到一座小镇里带回损失的装备。在装备是在清晨十分损失的，但是伞兵部队在同一天又重新夺回了阵地。在清晨仓促的撤退中我们装甲侦察营留了一门突击炮在废墟里。车子的发动机有点问题只能往后倒！车子正好就卡在几幢破损的房间里动弹不得也没法和我们一起撤退。虽然当时没时间修理但是我坚持如果任由一辆完好的车辆落入布尔什维克的手里则纯属羞耻。所以我带上两名机修工，坐上从国防军仓库里借来的一辆重型斯太尔汽车准备折返回小镇。另外我还捎上了沃尔特•莱泽冈（Walter Leisegang）——排里最可靠的人和一挺机枪。

We drove straight towards the roar of battle.Obviously we had to hurry up,before Ivan had time to refresh and attack again.It was an unpleasant surprise when we discovered that the worst thunder and crashing came from the target of our expedition.We did not worry too much about the belching of smoke over the town,because it had been burning since the previous evening,as the Russian artillery had started playing its ‘preludes’.The risk was that the Russians were already back in the town.

我们驱车前进。我们要赶在伊万重新组织起进攻前赶到那里。我们不太担心镇里喷出的烟雾，因为从前晚开始俄国炮兵已经开始了自己的“前奏”。现在唯一需要担心的是俄国人已经回到了镇里。

A few hundred metres from town we met two Fallschirmjager who came carelessly trotting along as if on a Sunday outing,with their pipes dangling in their mouths,cartridge-belts over their shoulders and small dust-clouds whirling around their marching-boots on the sandy little byway.

I slowed down and asked what it looked like over there. “Is it Ivan shooting in town?”

“No,it’s our own tanks firing.No risk so far,”they both explained convincingly with one voice and continued their Sunday-like walk.

“Well.let’s carry on then,lads.”I said and we drove off.

Certainly it was easy to figure out that the Bolsheviks could not be too many hundred metres beyond the town,but they were not there yet.It was clear though,that we had to hurry up before they came.Full throttle!

在距离小镇大约几百米的地方我们遇了两个伞兵如同周末郊游一般在路上慢跑，嘴上叼着烟，子弹带挂在肩上。

我放慢车速询问前面的情况。“是伊万在镇里射击吗？”

“不，是我们自己的坦克在开火，不用担心” 他们用一种令人信服的口吻回答后，继续着他们轻松的周末郊游。

With maximum speed we drove in on the main street,and as fast as possible wove between the shell craters,among blown up horse-carriages and anti-tank guns that Ivan had left during his retreat.There was no lack of fallen Russians.They were lying everywhere like brown-yellow bundles in strange positions.As we went I could see three Fallschirmjager with a Panzerschreck behind a partly ruined fireproof wall.Even if they did not rub their eyes,they looked surprised,to put it mildly.They waved eagerly and shouted something at us,but we were in a hurry and did not have time to listen.

我们沿着大道急速前进，车子在弹坑之间蹦上蹿下。路上到处都是伊万们撤退时留下的马车和反坦克炮，被打死的身穿黄褐色军装的俄国士兵遍布在这片异国的土地上。在路途中我看到了三个伞兵带着一具铁拳躲在一面半毁的防火墙后。他们向我们大力的挥着手并大喊着，可我们急着赶路所以没有在意。

With an elegant turn we stopped in the town square with flowers at the edge of a small pond.In peaceful,happier days,this was the playground of the town’s children with slide,swing and sandpit.I guessed that a week or only a few days ago blonde-haired children played here and filled the air with their joyful laughter.Today they were probably fleeing on the roads westward,chased by American fighter-planes or lying in ditches with blood in their hair.Today the swings stood empty,reminding us of the Russian invasion.Other sounds filled the air,not soft and playful,but hard and shrill.The soft lawn with fresh greenery and flowerbeds with blazing spring-flowers were badly damaged and the young trees were broken and splintered by shells.The smoke lay like a poision-cloud over the once idyllic,but now pockmarked plantation.

一个优雅的转弯急停，我们把车停在种满鲜花的广场的一个小池塘边。在和平时期，这里的滑梯，秋千和沙坑是镇里孩子们的游乐场。我猜在一个星期或者就是在几天前，金发的孩子们还在这里玩耍，空中充满着孩子们的欢笑。如今他们可能正在往西面逃亡，被美国人的战斗机追杀或浑身是血躺上路边的沟渠里。空荡的秋千提醒着我们俄国人正在入侵。嬉戏的欢笑声已经被刺耳的爆炸声所取代。草坪，花坛和小树苗被炮弹破片撕碎。

There were powerful rumbles here and there in the town.Running,we crossed the square,turned in on a side street and worked our way up the quite steep hill.Up there on the crest,squeezed in between the houses stood the assault gun,which we could repair and bring back with us.The long barrel,pointing eastwards,stuck out from the row of houses.No soldiers could be seen,but rumbles and clanking sounds could be heard.Otherwise the town seemed dead.Just before we reached the crest,we heard the clatter of tanks from the other side.

我们穿过一片开阔地，拐进了边上的街道。逐渐沿着一条陡峭的路爬上了一座小山，就在那个山头上，突击炮就停在两栋房子之间。

“Move,men!Our tanks are starting to withdraw!”I shouted over my shoulder to the others.

Just then a tank appeared and heaved itself up on the crest in all its splendour.I stopped dead.Hell.am I right?That long barrel,that turret-it was a Stalin tank!There was a ‘click’in my head and my heart jumped into my throat.

“快跑！我们的坦克开始撤退了！”我向着两边的人大喊。

就在这时，我猛然停了下来，这是什么？长炮管，炮塔的形状——一辆斯大林坦克！

“Get back!It’s Ivan!”I shouted and started running down the hill,head over heels.

Up there they were not as surprised as we were,because before we had run many metres the first shell came whistling between the houses.We ran as if on fire,but it became worse!The shells whined and howled between us and above us,and the opening in the street was down there like a distant mirage.Fright gave us wings,as with heads down we rushed along the cobbled street.At every dull bang from up there,the heart contracted but their direct shooting did not succeed and the shells hit somewhere on the other side of the square.Then they started shooting diagonally at the house walls to reach us with splinters.These whistled painfully around our ears and clinked against the pavement.My left sleeve was ripped open by a splinter,one of the mechanics had his hand torn to pieces,so that the blood sprayed as he ran in front of me with swinging arms.But we got away!

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