The street had become jammed with burning vehicles. Now, a Soviet T-34 entered the fray at high rate of speed. It sideswiped what was left of their armored car as it headed straight for Peg Leg and his cannon. I managed to lob a gasoline bomb in front of the speeding caterpillar treads. The explosion rocked the tank and caused its tread to snap off in a blast of smoke, but the momentum was enough to crush Peg Leg under its cast-iron wheels.
I tossed another bomb. This time the turret burst into flames and spewed thick oily smoke into the sky. As the Russian crew clambered out, they were met by a barrage of fire. Five or six Russian soldiers raced from the burning building to our side of the street. They went from doorway to doorway and were closing in on us when another Hungarian truck ro
