Chapter 1839 Let the Flames Purify the Sins

When the fierce flames burst out from the black iron pipe, the SS assault rifleman who witnessed this terrible scene cried out in his heart that something was wrong, but his subconscious action of falling to the ground saved his life, even if it was only temporarily. Read М

"Ah!!! Ugh ah ah ah ah!!!"

"Fire! I'm on fire! Where is the water, water!"

"Woo ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The history of human warfare has produced countless war weapons from ancient times to the present, with a variety of complex types, but there is probably no weapon that scares traditional infantry more than the flamethrower.

If you are a theist and believe in those gods, ghosts and snakes, you can even be sure that this is a weapon from hell. Because in terms of actual killing effect, it really deserves such a "nickname".

As soon as he broke through the wall, he aimed the flamethrower in his hand at the SS thugs who were close at hand. The surging pressurized flames rushed around in the crowd like a hunting python, licking anything it touched and ruthlessly roasting it with blazing flames, whether it was dead or on fire.

The fuel that was pressurized and ejected from the nozzle in a viscous semi-liquid state did not burn completely. Until the flames that swept across the fan-shaped area in front covered the real target it touched, the large clumps of viscous ointment wrapped in the flames still failed to burn out.

The result was that the large clumps of ointment, like maggots on the tarsal bones, directly smeared on the unprepared SS soldiers, along with the flames that were enough to purify any carbon-based life it touched.

This kind of intense pain that penetrates the soul and sucks the marrow out of the bones is far beyond what ordinary people can bear. The SS soldiers who were in the flames felt as if there were millions of ants digging into their bones and biting their blood vessels. There was no place on their body that didn't hurt, as if all the pain nerves in their body were overloaded.

There were many people who were on fire and rolling on the ground. The futile attempt to put out the flames on their bodies seemed so futile.

There were even more SS soldiers who were burned to the point that they had lost the ability to maintain reason and consciousness. One after another, like monsters running out of the madhouse wall, they screamed, wailed, and danced on the spot, trying to put out the flames on their bodies and reduce some pain.

Just based on this posture, if it weren't for the fact that they were on fire, people could see at a glance why it was the case. This screaming, yelling, and dancing would not be much worse than some dark ritual.

With just three flamethrowers sweeping and firing, the SS soldiers who could still hold their guns and had not had time to hide completely on the first floor of the waiting hall basically all turned into "firemen" dancing on the spot, with only the background music missing.

What's worse is that the "passionate movements" of those idiots on fire also affected other SS soldiers around them who were not in the flames and were not directly hit by the flamethrowers and escaped.

The unfortunate guy on fire had no idea that his meaningless struggle before death would throw the ointment that was originally only stuck on himself onto his comrades beside him.

The SS soldiers who had survived the disaster were also furious. The feeling of being on fire was really uncomfortable and painful. While beating the flames to try to wipe off the ointment, they also cursed loudly in a bad tone, wishing to eat alive the comrades who were struggling around.

But things have come to this point, and no matter how bad your curse is, it will not have much effect.

The SS soldiers, who were covered in fire, only knew that it hurt, it really hurt, it hurt too much! They didn't care what their comrades were saying, only the screams and roars that continued to rise one after another.

The sudden fire attack completely disrupted the SS's defense, which was already in a mess and desperate. The infantry of the Skeleton Division who started the fire party had no time to continue fighting. Even if there were still people who could hold guns and persist in fighting, they were few and far between. It was useless to deal with the group of Russians on the opposite side whose firepower was simply not in the same dimension.

The fierce battle continued, and the blood flowed in a more one-sided way.

But if you think that the nightmare has come to an end, you are wrong. The combat engineers who are burning the enemy with ruthless flames will not give up, at least not until all the fascist thugs are roasted into "familiar faces".

Puff --

Whoosh --

The unique semi-liquid fuel pressurized spray sound of the flamethrower is so powerful, and behind this special firing sound is even more endless pain and death.

The first wave of SS soldiers on fire scored twice. The previous wave of flames was still burning on their bodies and had not yet been extinguished. The second wave of flames, which had no less momentum, was also on their bodies.

And those surviving SS soldiers who did not have time to escape will never have another chance. It is lucky enough to escape the sea of ​​fire once. You can't expect to survive on the cruel battlefield by relying on strong luck.

From one or two to dozens or even hundreds, after a few rounds of flamethrowers sweeping across the entire first-floor waiting hall, all the SS soldiers in the first-floor waiting hall were finally gone.

Not only were those half-dead bastards who had not yet died burning, but even the bodies that had been blown to death or beaten to death earlier were burning.

The crackling sound was not the sound of firewood bursting in the flames, but the sound of the skin, blood vessels, fat and muscles in the human body being burned into human oil and decompressed and exploded after the blood in the human body was evaporated and swallowed by the flames.

Without any mercy, the combat engineers who attacked the battlefield in the first-floor waiting hall directly in a surprise attack used the most severe punishment methods to send these cruel, perverted and inhumane fascist invaders to hell in extreme pain and torture, completing the revenge for their comrades, relatives, and countless people of the motherland who died tragically under the iron hoofs of the invaders.

"Devils should go to hell, that's where you belong!"

It doesn't matter which soldier of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division said this first. What matters is that it really fits the current situation.

The battle of a feast of fire is not over yet. The group of SS scums on the second-floor stands who witnessed the tragedy on the first floor and were now half scared out of their wits are still alive and kicking.