Chapter 1554 Under the Cellar (Part 2)

"Report the situation! Did you find anything?"

Just like what the Red Army soldiers did day after day in the Stalingrad street battles, Malashenko went down to the vegetable cellar and the moment his feet touched the ground, he immediately put the AK hanging on his waist across his hands. While raising his gun and aiming in the direction where the enemy might appear, he immediately asked Varosha who was standing next to him.

"I've shined the flashlight, and there's nothing in this room, just piles of broken vegetables."

"But there is a corner at the end. It looks like there is a corridor behind it. I don't know what else is on the other side of the corridor. It's probably the next room. This cellar is bigger than I thought. It's almost as big as a German bunker. ”

The vegetable cellar of ordinary people is just a large underground storage warehouse. It is enough to hollow out a large enough volume and take out a whole room. It is true that a corridor is built around the corners and connected to the super-large vegetable cellar at the other end. Not common.

"Leave two soldiers here to guard, take the rest and continue to search! Load the bullets, have the grenades ready, follow my orders and be ready to fight at any time! Move forward!"

"Hand grenade???"

Varosha, who blinked twice and was a little confused, didn't have time to say anything. He saw that Malashenko beside him had already taken a step forward. He held the assault rifle in his hand and reached forward to touch it.

What Varosha wanted to say was that if you used a grenade in such an airtight and small cellar, there might be a danger that the damn place would collapse on the spot and all the brothers would be buried alive underneath.

You must know that it is already late winter and early spring, and the ground is beginning to thaw, although it is still very early for the frozen soil to completely thaw, at least until a few months later. However, the current soil and deep soil are already rich in moisture, and are no longer as solid as the original frozen frozen soil. In this case, using a grenade hastily may really collapse the vegetable cellar. !

But after all, Varosha had no time to say this. Comrade comrade, who is accustomed to talking less and doing more, was already one step ahead and stepped forward. Knowing that now was not the time to waste time, Varosha waved his hand. After leaving two soldiers to guard here, he led the remaining five soldiers to protect Malashenko closely and moved up together.

Perhaps because it was connected to the vents, there were gusty winds in this dark, damp and cold vegetable cellar, which was far colder than above the surface.

The soil under my feet was also a little sticky and had the feeling of being stepped on. It was obvious that the soil that had begun to thaw was still mixed with the frozen dirt. The cold wind was cutting my face like a knife and there was a strange feeling on the soles of my feet. It's not that wonderful to be true.

"Let's see if you still remember how you left Stalingrad alive. I hope you haven't forgotten the skills you used to survive."

Varosha, who heard this, naturally knew what Malashenko meant, and remained silent without giving any reply to Malashenko. Then he took out a small coin that had been prepared from his jacket pocket. The stone is held in the palm of the hand.

After looking at the soldier closest to him and exchanging information with his eyes, Varosha, who clearly knew what he should do, waved his right hand vigorously, and the stone clenched in his hand immediately resembled a pinball. They flew out, collided back and forth in the narrow corridor at the end, and jumped several times. It was at this moment that a sudden gunshot sounded.

Da da da da da da——

Phew—crack—

"The Kraut's MP40, a gunner! Watch out!"

Throwing stones into the corridor in the blind area of ​​the field of vision and creating a huge abnormal noise can cause the highly concentrated enemy to misjudge and suddenly fire, thus exposing him. This is one of Varosha's small skills that he has tried repeatedly in Stalingrad.

Normal people who have never experienced that bloody battle in hell would probably have a hard time imagining that a nervous and nervous person would have such a big reaction after suddenly hearing a huge abnormal noise coming from nearby. Only the veterans who came out of Stalingrad alive understand that this situation is completely normal.

Veterans with rich combat experience and narrow escapes from death are often fooled by this trick. They only listen to the sound and don't see the person. When they stick out the gun head from behind the corner wall, they will shoot wildly and blindly, exposing themselves.

Not to mention the rookie recruits who lacked combat experience and could not withstand the pressure. Many of them fired an entire magazine wildly and had no time to reload. It was estimated that the submachine gun in the German guy's hand was out of bullets. The veterans of the Red Army were suddenly rushed out and beaten to death.

Or it can be said that you can roughly judge whether the shooter is a rookie or a veteran based on the length of continuous firing after the enemy is deceived.

Veterans with rich combat experience will never shoot out all the bullets in one breath. Even if they stick out the gun tip and shoot blindly, it will only be a short burst of eight to ten rounds at most.

Firing such a number of bullets is enough to kill people, and firing a few more shots will be of no use. Either the bullets hit the wall, or they hit the body and make a few more holes. These two results are nothing more than making people angry. Your empty magazine puts you in danger.

Varosha could only say that this person would not let go of the trigger as soon as he heard any noise, and would directly empty a magazine automatically. Varosha could only say that this person would generally not survive half a day on the line of fire in Stalingrad, and it might even last for two or three hours. In a shorter period of time, you will be beaten to a bloody pulp and killed on the spot, whether you are a German or a Red Army soldier.

The so-called valuable experience was gained in exchange for blood and the lives of comrades who died tragically around them, nothing more.

While Varosha was making gestures to his comrades and sending them the situation he had analyzed, the continuous sound of submachine gun fire from the other end of the corridor continued. It would take a little longer for the German MP40 with a slower firing rate to empty its magazine.

"Don't use grenades, they don't know our exact number! Prepare in double rows, and as soon as the gunfire stops, look at my gestures and rush up immediately! Remember to protect the division commander!"

A series of complex gestures are actually far less strict than the special forces of later generations. It's just that these combat engineer battalion soldiers who came down to the vegetable cellar were all guard company soldiers who had been with Varosha for a long time. Not only were they experienced and skilled in battle, but they had also formed a tacit understanding with their regiment commander. They could understand what they wanted to express with just a few gestures.

At the moment when the continuous firing of the MP40 stopped, Varosha, who was suspended in the air, slashed down with his right hand, sending a signal. The soldiers holding the AK in their hands immediately formed two columns, turned the corner, and rushed straight up.

But at this moment of lightning, an unexpected situation that no one expected suddenly occurred again.