Chapter 2041: Soviet Union and Germany Join Forces, Bobo Is Finished (Part 2)

If there is anything that can be confirmed, it is certain that the Polish devils angered Malashenko.

To be honest, although Malashenko wanted to ensure that the bridge was intact in his hands, he wanted to drive away these Polish devils who appeared at the wrong time.

But to be honest, Malashenko still had to respect these insurgents who bravely rose up to fight against the brutal rule of fascism in order to defend the country and the nation.

Apart from anything else, just for those who were unwilling to succumb to the brutal rule of fascism and had the courage to take up arms to resist, instead of living in the shadow of darkness as a group of slaves, and had the courage to take this step forward, they deserve some respect.

Therefore, Malashenko did not intend to kill the Polish devils to the point of killing them all at the beginning.

As long as these Polish devils could be sensible and withdraw voluntarily, Malashenko would not give the troops an order to continue the pursuit. After all, there is no time to waste on such trivial matters. There is still work to do to take control of the bridge.

This is why after Malashenko led his team across the bridge, he did not use his technical equipment advantages to directly crush it, but ordered the troops to support the defense and fight a bridgehead defense battle, that's all.

This is not because our old comrade Ma has a problem with his brain and is blindly commanding, but I hope that these Polish ghosts will realize that there is still a chance to retreat and run away after seeing the enemy's strength and invincibility, and they will get out of here quickly.

However, the various confusing behaviors and wise operations of the Polish ghosts now really annoyed Malashenko, who felt that this was "shameless".

"You want to die, right? Okay, I'll fulfill your wish and send you on your way."

Not only did he not run away and retreat, he also dared to attack me!

Malashenko's thunderous counterattack came quickly, and he didn't even give the Polish ghosts more time to react.

After receiving the order to counterattack, the soldiers, who were full of anger and felt that the battle was a bit aggrieved, immediately began to advance along the main road with the armored troops as the vanguard.

The Black Panther II driving in the middle of the road poured fire on any street house where the Polish ghosts were hiding. Such a close-range battle, coupled with the assistance of flares in the sky to illuminate the vision, the Black Panther II gunners, who did not have the visual attenuation of the night, were able to send 75mm high-explosive shells directly into the house from the window frame, balcony, or even the door.

Although the firepower was not as good, it was a small-caliber fixed shell after all, which was much easier to load than the 122-point shell.

These Black Panther IIs who rushed to the front along the main road burst out with amazing firepower output, and the fierce artillery fire had reached a continuous combat firing rate of one round every five or six seconds, as if they were staring at a building where the Polish ghosts were hiding and bombing it until it collapsed.

When Malashenko got serious, the Polish guys in the building who originally felt that "the advantage was in my hands" were immediately in trouble.

The firepower that those poor little iron fists could bring was not in the same dimension as the terrifying firepower of the German armored vehicles and tanks downstairs.

The enemy was a large group of iron turtles crawling all over the ground, aiming at you with high-caliber artillery with direct shooting.

And what about you?

You have to use your flesh and blood to carry a thing with a very short range, directly exposed to the enemy's vision and the black muzzle, face to face with those cold and ruthless iron guys and try to win.

Brother, if this kind of dying work is easy to do, then there is no difficult work in the world.

At this time, what is lacking to a large extent is not firepower, but the courage to show your head and face the enemy's firepower.

It is more realistic to expect that such a group of "part-time soldiers" who were not sure whether they were shoe repairmen or ironworkers a few days ago can face off against a group of battle-hardened and elite troops of the strongest countries, or to expect that you can wake up early tomorrow morning and see the headline news that a shampooer went to the toilet in the middle of the night and choked to death in the toilet.

Of course, the nightmare of the Polish ghosts is far more than that.

Compared with the dense firepower swarming downstairs, the vibration under the feet that directly collapsed the outer wall of the first floor with a loud bang is obviously more frightening.

Malashenko is in no mood to continue playing the game of tug-of-war with the Polish ghosts. He is indeed completely irritated by the shamelessness of these idiots.

The order to use a car to crash the outer wall of the first floor and rush in to kill people was issued by Malashenko.

The usual tactics of attacking a building are too time-consuming and unnecessary. Facing this group of Polish ghosts who have few good guns, a lot of junk and poor skills, it is obviously a more appropriate choice to knock down the wall and rush in directly.

The front of the 251-type half-track vehicle that broke through the outer wall of the first floor was stuck in the fallen brick and stone ruins. It can't move for the time being, but the role of this "battering hammer" has indeed played a role.

The big hole that was knocked down is as wide as one and a half car heads. Even if the car can't move for the time being, it is enough for infantry to enter from the gaps on both sides in turn. The remaining demolished space is more than enough.

The front of the 251-type half-track vehicle not only knocked down the outer wall, but also smashed several Polish ghosts who were guarding the first floor.

How can the mud truck creator not die?

Faced with the 251 half-track vehicle that was ramming into them at full throttle, the Polish guys who had no time to react due to the thick walls on the first floor did not even have a chance to dodge. They were thrown out on the spot along with a pile of brick and stone ruins as the walls collapsed. Well, they were lucky to be thrown out, at least they could leave a relatively intact body.

Look at the unlucky guy who was directly run over by the 251 vehicle. Most of his body was still under the wheels. God knows how much flesh was left connecting the upper and lower bodies. Anyway, no one cares how miserable a dead person's death is now. It doesn't matter at all.

"Attack! Take down the second floor, assaulters, get ready, use flamethrowers! Quick!"

Alsim, who received the authorization of "all necessary lethal force" from Malashenko, did not intend to be polite to these ungrateful Polish guys at all. As soon as he led his men into the building, he used a killing move.

Even the formalities of throwing grenades and forcing surrender were skipped, and the most efficient flamethrower was used to "torture" the Polish devils.

The assaulter with the German standard individual flamethrower was already ready, with thick heat-insulating gloves tightly holding a pressurized spray gun like an iron pipe. The hot nozzle had been ignited, and a fire dragon was just waiting to rush forward.

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