Chapter 1507 Extremely Disgusting

People can die in many ways in this life. Whether it's an unexpected death or a death, it's not too bad. As long as someone comes to collect your body, you can always be considered happy.

Yes, at this moment, Malashenko really wanted to use the word "happiness" to describe those lucky people who died relatively intact and had someone to collect their bodies.

Before he traveled to this different world, Malashenko at that time, no, to be precise, it should be Lin Jie. When he was a child, he would help with housework and help his mother prepare New Year's goods. He would often help feed the family with New Year's food. handmade sausages.

The specific operation process is also very simple. Put large pieces of pork into the meat inlet of the meat grinder, then hold the handle of the meat grinder to grind the meat manually, and then you can see the minced pork on the top of the meat grinder. The cleaned pig intestines are spat out bit by bit from the meat outlet of the meat grinder, and the sausages are shaped into shapes.

In an era when there were no electric meat grinders, Lin Jie especially enjoyed helping his mother stuff sausages during the Chinese New Year.

It's not that Lin Jie loves doing housework, it's just that he thinks that hand-cranked meat grinder looks like an old-fashioned hand-cranked Gatling gun, and it's fun to play with! It's the same as the "doorbolt sniper" and "triangle pistol" that everyone played with when they were children. Who hasn't done this when boys were little kids?

But now Malashenko thinks about the meat grinder in his previous life, not because of how fun the hand-cranked Gatling-like meat grinder is. Instead, the human remains, minced meat, severed limbs, and unknown scarlet objects that could be seen everywhere on the ground in front of him were as broken as the pork stuffed into the meat grinder in his memory.

"Damn, I should have expected this. These stupid SS soldiers were bombarded to the point where they couldn't even fight. Who knows whether they were bombed by 152 or 203 before they died?"

When the artillery fire reaches a certain level and causes a qualitative change, scenes like this can be seen on the remains of the positions shrouded in artillery fire.

The degree of fragmentation of the corpse is directly proportional to the intensity of the artillery fire. The more intense the artillery fire, the more miserable and unsightly the corpse will be!

However, Malashenko, who is familiar with this, has never seen a large area of ​​corpses bombarded like this, even in the most tragic battle that Comrade Ma has experienced: the Battle of Stalingrad. The scenes were disgusting and made the veterans feel nauseous, which they had never seen or heard before. The density of minced meat, severed limbs and human remains was beyond imagination.

"Are these Germans? Those fascists of the SS???"

"Otherwise? Do you think this is a flock of sheep or a group of pigs that were bombarded like this?"

"Oh my god, I can't imagine how fierce the artillery fire is. I have never seen a German being bombarded like this, never! Not even in my dreams.

"It was a front-level artillery bombardment. I heard what Orsha told me. He was promoted to division staff not long ago, and the information is accurate."

"Front-level artillery bombardment? Oh, my dear Comrade Stalin, these Germans are really heroic. Such a small number of people enjoy such top-notch services."

"Hey! I said you guys should stop chatting. Can you think of something serious? It's not the freezing period now. These rotten meats will cause plague if they are placed here. We will still have to deal with them then. I just look at it. I want to vomit, who wants to deal with the rotten blood and meat of these Germans, I don’t want to!”

"This is not something I don't think about. I don't want to be punished for cleaning the toilet, but I end up picking up feces for a whole week? Some people have to do it, whether you want it or not."

There was no sound of gunfire for the time being from the battlefield ruins covered by unprecedented fierce artillery fire. The Red Army soldiers in small groups following their own tanks began to chat in low voices.

This is not to say that everyone is undisciplined in the military, but it is just a normal reaction that people should have after seeing a scene that shocks them extremely. Just imagine if you saw such a scene, wouldn't you just complain or sigh? When one person says a word, they naturally become one.

With half of his head exposed outside the turret and peeping around, Malashenko could hear the soft whispers coming from around him. It was understandable that the soldiers were shocked by the scene before them, but Malashenko could not I have no intention of reprimanding, scolding, or making an impassioned speech. Comrade Teacher and Commander do not have the time to spare.

However, it is still necessary for everyone to stop chatting in shock and start doing business. Malashenko, who has recovered from the extreme shock, picked up the radio transmitter, put it to his mouth and coughed dryly. Two soft voices followed.

"The crews continue to move forward with their eyes wide open! Fire immediately when they see suspicious targets. All weapons are allowed to be used!"

"receive."

"clear."

"Moving forward."

The rotten blood, rotten flesh and human remains that were suddenly placed on the ground and scattered everywhere were really spread over a wide area and in too many quantities. It is impossible for the huge Stalin heavy tanks to deliberately change the planned route in order to avoid these things. In the end, they can only choose to ignore them and drive the heavy steel tracks to run over them.

"This is really disgusting, Comrade Commander! I can even feel a soft feeling coming from under our tracks. These fascist bastards are so disgusting! Sukka!"

"Shut your mouth and focus on your gaze. If you miss the German guy, I will punish you by cleaning the toilets and picking up feces for a month!"

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Knowing that Malashenko kept his word, Iushkin kept his mouth shut and stopped talking. Malashenko, who had closed the turret cover and was holding the commander's periscope with his hands fixed, soon received a new report from the radio transmitter at hand.

"Comrade Division Commander, the identity of the enemy has been confirmed. The infantrymen checked the relatively intact remains of the bodies. They are the bastards of the Viking Division of the SS. They can't escape this time!"

The moment Malashenko heard the news from Kurbalov, he felt a little complicated and indescribable.

Is it excitement?

It does contain the emotion of excitement. After fighting around in Cherkassy for so many days and wasting energy and effort, now the Viking Division, a group of unscrupulous and inhumane bastards, has been caught. How can Malashenko not be excited? One of the biggest battle goals of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division in Cherkassy is to completely kill the Viking Division, one of the four elite divisions of the SS.

If it were just that simple it would be fine, but the problem is that Malashenko’s mood and thoughts at this moment are far from that simple.