Chapter 2404 Fly Higher

The method of killing the enemy by stuffing a grenade in the mouth and blowing the enemy's head up is a bit special. This dangerous and skill-testing method of killing the enemy is still frightening even for the executor Alsim himself after completing the "SSS" level kill just now. He leaned back in the trench and panted repeatedly.

"Suka! I almost lost my hand just now. How come I touched the grenade when I should have used the pistol?"

Did you say that you used the grenade intentionally? That's not true.

As for the specific reason, it was because Alsim just used his dominant right hand to hold the German's bayonet gun head, leaving only his less dominant left hand free. It was a bit awkward and laborious to reach out to touch the pistol inserted diagonally in the chest mount on the right, and the most important thing was that it was a waste of time.

It was inconvenient to take out the pistol. Subconsciously, Alsim didn't have time to think about it and used whatever he had and took whatever he touched. This time, he touched the belt on his waist and only touched a grenade.

All right, a grenade is a grenade. A grenade is also a weapon. It is not that it cannot be used. Even if it is thrown at someone's face at close range as a stone, it can still make him look like a peach blossom. Anyway, no one stipulates that grenades cannot be used as close combat weapons.

It's just that as soon as I touched this grenade and held it in my hand, the German guy on the opposite side "extremely cooperated" and opened his mouth on the spot. That is one of the subconscious actions that people will basically make when they exert their strength. For example, when playing tug-of-war, who doesn't open their mouth and roar a few times?

You opened your mouth as soon as I touched the grenade. If I don't do something, wouldn't it be a bit too sorry for your hard cooperation? Hmm?

Without thinking too much, Alsim was quick-witted and seized the opportunity. He tightly grasped the grenade that he had just taken off the belt around his waist and pushed it forward violently, stuffing a big ball into the German's mouth on the spot, blocking it firmly.

His left hand retracted, and the grenade pull ring full of metallic luster was still hanging on his index finger. Seeing the German guy's mouth smoking, he panicked instantly. The cold touch in his mouth and the smell of gunpowder in his nostrils made him very clear what the hell was stuffed into his mouth at this moment.

He quickly loosened the bayonet rifle that he had been holding tightly in the last second, and tried to take out the thing stuffed in his mouth in a panic. In the face of life and death, the desire to survive can still overcome the desire to die with the enemy. This is the case in most cases and is very normal.

However, Alsim obviously would not give this German a chance.

While his left hand retracted, he had already raised his right leg, and with his right hand still tightly holding the German's rifle, he kicked the enemy's chest firmly on the spot.

The force of this flying kick was so strong that it almost kicked Li Ning on the German's body apart, provided that the German really had Li Ning on him.

He hurriedly raised his hands and covered his mouth with them to take out the grenade, but in the end he was kicked away before he even touched his mouth. His whole body completely lost balance and flew backwards, and finally fell back into the trench he had just climbed out of, facing the sky.

At this time, talking about racing against time and saving his life is basically equivalent to nonsense.

The reaction time when the grenade was stuffed into his mouth, the time of flying backwards in the air after being kicked out, and finally the time of losing the ability to react when he fell face down in the trench.

If he still had time to reach out and pick the grenade out of his mouth, it can only be said that this Soviet-made grenade is really not good. The fuse is so long that he waited for the German to pick it up from under his feet and throw it back to you?

After a loud explosion, only a half-body with the entire upper body including the head, neck, and chest was left in the trench, with all the bones and bodies blown away by the grenade.

Picking up the AK with a full of bullets and a new magazine, Alsim summoned the soldiers and continued to lead the team forward. When he came to the final place where he fell after the victory, what came into view was the half-body of the German stick, with only the remaining intestines scattered all over the ground.

"I have killed many German sticks, but this is the first time I have seen someone killed like this. It's really amazing."

The deputy company commander on the side did not hesitate to praise Alsim, but Alsim, who knew how dangerous the situation was just now, just changed his expression without commenting, raised his head and continued to look at the German-occupied positions in the distance, which were already few and far between.

"It's just a fascist, it's not worth talking to, keep going! Follow me, these Nazis are only a breath away! Go and kill them! Go!"

"Hurrah!"

As Alsim said, the remaining positions still in the hands of the German army are only a tiny piece. Looking down from the sky, it looks like a cheese left by rats, which is almost wiped out.

Similar to what Alsim did just now, the entire position is almost full of Red Army soldiers holding various weapons.

Killed by machine guns, stabbed by bayonets, shot by pistols, blown up by grenades, and blown up by artillery shells

There are all kinds of strange ways to die, but the final result is completely consistent without any surprises.

Stubborn resistance can indeed delay time, but delaying time must eventually come to an end.

"Continue the attack! Push all your heavy firepower forward. Don't get in close combat if the battle can be resolved with shells and bullets! Bomb these fascists to death! Destroy them!!!"

When Malashenko's cruel and ruthless orders filled the radio channel, those who stubbornly resisted the Germans were greeted only by countless bullets, artillery shells, and powerful explosions that tore flesh, blood, and bones.

"Load high-explosive bombs! Target, the corner of the German trenches directly ahead, where piles of ground rats are scurrying around!"

"High explosive bombs are good!"

"give it to me!"

"Fire!"

Click——Boom——

The strong chemical energy released by the burning propellant was instantly ejected from the muzzle, and the roaring 130mm high-explosive grenade aimed at the nearby target with a wind-piercing scream that could tear the air. The target went straight away. In just a short moment, it hit the trench wall exactly where Malashenko wanted to hit, and the explosion went straight into the sky on the spot.

"Oh! Those German guys are flying, at least three stories high!"

"Fly, fly higher. The higher you fly, the more you can see the hair-washing man's mother. If that bastard really has a mother."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Amidst cheerful laughter, he reloaded the next round of strong 130 mm grenade into the smoking breech block that had spit out the shell casing, and prepared to fire again.

However, at this moment, Malashenko, who was holding the commander's periscope with one hand and closely observing the battlefield, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled wildly without saying a word.