Chapter 1149: Tomb of the Spire
When the crumbling building is about to fall, the people inside will always try to escape and save their lives, even the SS soldiers who are about to be crushed to death in the house.
"Run! Run quickly, the house is about to collapse! We can't defend here!"
"Get up! The Russian tanks are rushing up, get up quickly if you don't want to die!"
"Stones, big rocks are falling! Get out of the way!"
The Red Army soldiers are not architectural engineers, but even so, they can still see which part of the stone house in front of them is the most fatal, which is the location of the high spire on the roof with a very religious color.
No one knows what this place was used for, maybe to put a big clock? Anyway, it's all in the past.
Now, there is only an empty roof spire, nothing more.
A 122mm high-explosive grenade came and hit the outer wall of the spire directly. The earth-shaking explosion released a raging fire that engulfed everything around it. Even the stones flying in the air were licked by the hot waves of flames.
The spire, which was not small in size, still maintained the general appearance when it was broken. It fell straight down with the huge gravity acceleration of losing its load-bearing support.
Although the SS soldiers with sharp eyes and quick reactions had issued early warnings, most of the soldiers who were shaken by the fierce bombardment of the building by the 122mm high-explosive grenade were listening to all this in a state where even their consciousness was a little unclear and their ears were buzzing.
Only some people were able to react in time, and the other part was still struggling to get up from the ground until the spire fell, and there was no enough time to dodge.
The huge broken spire instantly hit the ground with a loud bang, and the rising smoke and dust were like a sudden sandstorm, sweeping the church that had not yet completely collapsed in the blink of an eye.
The scattered smoke and dust that filled the air and blocked the view came and went quickly.
When everything was settled, the surviving SS soldiers who had just brushed shoulders with death saw a miserable scene that they had never even thought of before.
Several unlucky guys who couldn't dodge were instantly hit under the spire that looked bigger than a bucket truck and smashed into meat paste.
If only people were killed by the smash, there would be nothing to say, and it wouldn't make people sick. In the war purgatory of the Eastern Front with unlimited blood and corpses, if you can't even adapt to this level, you will be close to death.
But the key to the problem is that the SS soldiers who were killed by the smash were not hit under the spire by chance.
Or a good person's head was crushed by the spire, and the body below the neck was exposed outside the stone ruins.
In the case of a short time after death, the body even had the leg movements driven by the last consciousness before death, and twitched continuously for two or three beats. The last conditioned reflex of the corpse looked quite scary, as if the headless corpse might stand up at any time.
This unlucky guy was not the only one, there was another one next to him.
"Save me! Ah ah ah! Save me, pull me out, pull me out"
It's like listening to a song on NetEase Cloud with headphones, and the phone suddenly ran out of power when it was at the climax. It's roughly the same meaning.
In the last second, he was still wailing for help, scratching and slapping the ground with his two claws, calling for his teammates to help him.
But in the next second, the whole person stopped abruptly like a machine or digital product that suddenly ran out of power, and there was no sound.
The part below the chest, including the entire waist and the soles of the feet, was all crushed under the spire and smashed into meat paste. This way of death is actually not much different from the ancient beheading.
In the case of surging blood loss, the last bit of time in life can only allow this unlucky guy to roar twice in the end. Even if he wants to roar more, it is an unattainable luxury.
Are these two unlucky guys the only ones who were crushed to death?
Of course not, who knows how many pieces of meat paste are pressed under the rubble at the spire.
It’s just that no one has the mind or time to care about all this at the moment. The truth that it’s better to die than to die than to die is applicable in any corner of the world.
What does it have to do with me if you are beaten into meat paste? Can a living person risk his life for a dead person?
"Quick! Stop looking, get out of here! It's going to collapse!"
The last few survivors realized that their lives were still in danger, so they bent down and picked up their weapons that fell on the ground and ran out immediately.
The last few SS soldiers ran for their lives, and the rubble that kept falling from high places followed them.
It didn't matter whether the teammates fell behind or were crushed to death behind them!
Let alone saving people, whoever dared to stop and look back would be beaten to death.
At the end of the desperate run, there were a total of four SS soldiers who reached out and touched the half-open wooden door of the church.
The four good brothers didn't dare to stop their feet at all, and almost flew forward and hit it with their shoulders. The half-open wooden door of the church, which happened to be designed to open outwards, was directly knocked open. Four German strongmen weighing about 100 pounds immediately pounced on the ground with the standard dog-eating-shit movement and instantly chewed a mouthful of dirt.
But fortunately, from this moment on, the ruins of the church behind us, which had completely collapsed into a pile of rubble, had nothing to do with us anymore. The four people who ran away at full speed finally escaped.
"Hoohoo, we succeeded! We succeeded, we escaped!"
"Ha, I almost thought I was dead, it seems that my luck has not yet ended."
Is my luck really not over?
At least the SS soldier who did not look back at the ruins behind him but looked forward did not think so.
"Throw away the gun first, then look back, it's right to listen to me."
Lavrinenko, who always disdained German, did not understand what the German ghosts in front of him, who were rustic and ragged like beggars, were talking about.
However, Lavrinenko could indeed understand the wonderful expressions on the faces of the four SS soldiers looking at him.
Or to put it another way, it was the wonderful expression after seeing the 122mm thick tube of the 50-ton vehicle under him, which had already aimed at the target, and the dozens of Red Army soldiers next to the tank who were armed with live ammunition and aiming at the enemy.
"I swear to the great Comrade Stalin, I love to see this kind of expression on these fascist bastards! I can't get enough of it in my lifetime!"