Chapter 1449: "German Cake" Is Out

The German major who tried to stop the defeat by himself was shot dead. He was killed by a veteran who had been retired for several years but was drafted into the army again due to the shortage of soldiers. He became the victim of a Walter pistol that was far less noble and luxurious than the Luger pistol.

He shot the officer, who he did not know at all, to death, and put the Walter pistol tightly held in his right hand back into the holster. The German squad leader who had done such a heinous act that was worthy of being shot did not have any regrets on his face at this moment.

"Those who still want to live, follow me. Those who want to go back and die and lubricate the tracks of Russian tanks are up to you."

There was no extra nonsense and it was not needed. The German squad leader, who looked calm and as if he had done something ordinary, waved his hand and continued to "move forward" with several loyal soldiers under his command, and continued to run towards the predetermined escape route.

The dozen or so German soldiers who stayed behind included squad leaders of the same level and ordinary soldiers. They looked at the backs of those who they didn't know whether they could still be called comrades-in-arms running away, and looked at the major who was shot at his feet and was still twitching and might not be dead yet. In fact, the answer to whether to go or stay was already known at this time.

"I don't want to stay here and die. Muller and the others are going with me. Don't stop me. I'm the only one left in our class. No one cares about me. I don't want to stay here anymore.

The first person bravely stood up and said what he thought, and the second person who had the same idea followed closely.

"There's no time to waste. You can do whatever you want. I'm leaving. ”

This old friend’s style of action was even more decisive. After saying a word, he didn’t care whether there was an answer or not, and he ran away directly. His speed was probably comparable to that of the sprint champion of the general school sports meeting.

After these two people ran away, the remaining German soldiers looked at each other, and the choices they made in the end were surprisingly consistent.

What? You ask what the final choice was?

Fuck! What else can I do except run away? I was shot dead. If I don’t run at this time, will I really continue to wait here to die? Idiots know that it is more outrageous for flesh and blood to resist the steel monster of the Russians than eggs hitting stones!

It doesn’t matter whether the remaining German soldiers who chose to hold on saw that their comrades had "Khaki out of the sky". What’s important is that the Russians’ heavy tanks and steel monsters have really crushed their faces. It’s time for them to face the final result and price for their choices.

“Don’t vote for me”

“Damn Russians, go to hell!”

“Ah! ! ! ! ! ! ”

In this life, people always have to say something before they die. Sometimes they tell their last wishes, sometimes they kiss their loved ones goodbye, sometimes they beg the person who controls their life and death not to be cruel, and sometimes they roar in despair and unwillingness to vent their emotions. The German soldiers who chose to hold on could only have the latter two possibilities at this moment.

Crack, crack, crack--

Puff--

The sound of the steel tracks grinding and moving was extremely harsh. The heavy steel body of more than 50 tons drove the tracks forward, squeezing the flesh and blood body like a balloon filled with water, and crushing it into a pile of exploded fragments.

Not only was there blood splattering, but also flesh fragments and broken bones and rotten meat flying everywhere. This is the scene when a human body filled with blood and water is forcibly squeezed and exploded by external forces. The pressure is so great that it can even squeeze things like eyeballs out of the eye sockets. .

Does it sound cruel and bloody?

But this is the real battlefield.

People who were crushed to death by tanks were several times or even dozens of times more miserable than those who died in car accidents in the 21st century.

After the more than 50-ton steel body roared past with black smoke, the Red Army soldiers who followed their tanks and charged forward on foot could see. On the muddy road under their feet, there was a "German cake" wearing a German uniform. That's right, it was not a German stick but a real "German cake". These are two completely different things.

Some "German cakes" even had other things attached to them, such as an M35 steel helmet that was crushed from a hemispherical shape into an iron sheet. The iron sheet also had very clear track plate patterns that were visible to the naked eye. It was absolutely a one-time stamping molding with no rework.

"Damn fascist running dog, you deserve it! Bah! ”

Not only did they not feel any pity, but the Red Army soldiers who saw such a bloody scene at their feet even spat at the "German pie" in anger.

The scene of tanks crushing people to death was already commonplace for the infantry soldiers of Stalin's First Guards Tank Division, and no one would feel any discomfort or disgust. It would be more appropriate to say that seeing the Germans who invaded their motherland and homeland and fought to the death finally ended up like this, the strong desire for revenge in their hearts finally got some satisfaction and comfort.

In short, the Germans died well, died wonderfully, and died loudly.

If more people could die, it would be even better, and even all of them would die to be the perfect ending.

To achieve such a perfect ending, these elite Red Army soldiers need to become practitioners to carry it out personally, and every soldier who charged forward was happy in his heart.

"All crews, main guns ready! Aim at those fleeing Germans, and fire grenades directly at me!"

The German troops who had come into close contact had been almost wiped out, and the only ones left were those other Germans who turned their backs to the Red Army and were running away desperately.

Since there was no close contact or tangle with the Red Army, it was reasonable to use the 122 heirlooms to aim directly at them.

The 122 heirloom main guns loaded with high-explosive shells began to stop and aim one after another, and pointed accurately. Seeing this, the Red Army soldiers who had already cooperated with their own tanks immediately started to act. One by one, they spontaneously moved as far away from the muzzle of the tank's main gun as possible, and it was best to hide behind the tank to avoid the strong muzzle shock wave and roar at the moment of firing.

If you get too close, it is entirely possible that your ears will be shaken.

"Fire!"

Boom boom boom——

The German deserters who kept running back probably never thought that the Russians who even thought machine guns were too inefficient would be so extravagant as to use 122mm high-explosive grenades to send themselves off on their last journey of life.

The high-explosive grenades flew to the target in the blink of an eye, followed by a loud and violent explosion the moment they touched the ground, and all the bodies of the living beings in the affected area were annihilated in the fire and smoke.