Mikhail fell silent for a few seconds, then said, "You―we will be directly commanded by the general!"
The loader retorted with confusion, "Then who's job is the general taking over? Will the general operate the tank gun?"
Wang Zhong, "No, I will stand behind your turret."
Loader, "That's too dangerous!"
"No," Mikhail said, "It might indeed be so for other tanks, but for the BT7, perhaps standing behind the turret is safer than being inside, after all, there's an extra layer of armor for protection."
What he meant was that he considered the entire vehicle as a shield.
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Two and a half hours later, east of Lokotov City, Rocossov's tank company's hiding place.
Wang Zhong emerged from the cellar and leaned on the window to look outside.
Loader Ivanov also climbed out of the cellar, standing behind Wang Zhong, and said, "The artillery preparation is over, there's no more sound of gunfire."
"Hm." Wang Zhong snapped his fingers, "Board the tanks! Prepare for combat!"
