Chapter 2421 "I Will Destroy You without Leaving a Trace of Struggle

Chapter 2421 "I will destroy you, leaving no trace of your struggle"

There are no redundant scenes or unnecessary cutscenes. The only scene presented in front of Malashenko is the endless sea of ​​blazing fire with surging heat waves, destruction and death.

It was as if the sea of ​​fire had been given life, every surging flame wave and every violent wave of flames were alive. They are constantly devouring nutrients to maintain their already short and bright lives, so that they can be maintained more brilliantly and longer, even if they only have one more second of existence, they will do their best.

The nutrients that provide life-giving flames with the ability to devour and sustain themselves are the lives of countless German soldiers who fought to the death, as well as their bodies and even souls that were alive and healthy not long ago.

And the weapons and ammunition that had fought alongside them, but now only served to make their physical destruction more complete.

"Death, destruction! Go to hell with your evil black empire! Never think of coming back again!!!"

During the long and protracted fierce battle, I had already hated these black evil spirits and the Fascist bandits who harmed the world and spread the plague of war and death everywhere.

Only German soldiers who surrender are good German soldiers, and only German soldiers who enter prisoner-of-war camps have the basic possibility of turning a new leaf.

Malashenko will never have the slightest sympathy for these fascists who stubbornly resist and fight to the death. Being destroyed is the only result of their own consequences and seeking death. Let them be destroyed happily and instantly. It can be called the greatest kindness that a person can show. Anything more than this is a crime against the motherland and the deceased comrades and compatriots.

A total of 576 310mm rockets fell intensively and exploded one after another in an area less than 3 kilometers wide and less than one kilometer deep. The explosive flames one after another quickly connected together, forming a death that swept across the entire German position. Sea of ​​fire.

A gust of northwest wind blew violently, and the entire sea of ​​​​fire that had not yet disappeared was like a mature wheat field blown by the wind, and another wave surged together.

The wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind.

The already exaggerated three-kilometer-long and one-kilometer-wide horizontal sea of ​​​​fire instantly rose to at least seven feet in height. It was ferocious enough to make people have the slightest doubt about the fate of the people or things that fell into it.

That is to say, at this moment when the wave of flames was still surging, Malashenko, who had already grasped the radio transmitter in his hand, was unwilling to wait any longer. Even if he charged against the heat wave, he had to crush the German position. Blast their will into pieces and completely crush the faith that the Fascist fanatics regard as a treasure into powder.

"Leader division obeys the order and attacks the enemy! Charge!!!"

U-la——

This time, the soldiers who just retreated to the extreme safe distance and waited, did not even bother to get into the infantry tanks. Just two steps away, I got into the car and had to get out again before my butt was warm. This was just taking off my pants and farting - unnecessary behavior that I no longer had to do.

Climb up the tank turret, sit on the engine hood, or simply get on the roof of an infantry fighting vehicle with a small head and a large chassis space, open the light machine gun bipod, crawl down, and follow the first charge. The infantry fighting vehicle pointed the black muzzle at the wave of flames, which was the direction where the enemy was still desperately resisting, and prepared to shoot.

The long-lost battle roar, like a loud roar that soared into the sky, echoed over the battlefield and lingered for a long time.

The soldiers holding the outer armrest of the tank turret with their left hand and holding the AK with the gun in one hand are ready to jump out of the vehicle and join the battle. The fighting spirit burning in their eyes can burn any Fascist fanatic who dares to stand in the way to ashes at any time. .

Fuck mid-power rifle recoil, what a capitalist bullshit lie! ? The elite Slavic men don’t believe that AK has recoil! Hold a gun with one hand and fuck your fucking dick!

The giant sea of ​​​​fire weaved after the 576 rockets fell eventually dissipated quickly. Even with the blessing of German ammunition and the northwest wind, this violent wave that required the conversion of a huge amount of chemical energy to sustain was ultimately just a flash in the pan. ’s brilliant moment.

After the churning sea of ​​flames receded, what was left was a scorching high-temperature heat wave.

The temperature remaining in the air seemed to be able to evaporate even the moisture in the pores instantly. The hot wind blowing in front of them burned the faces of the warriors, intensifying the already angry fighting spirit that could ignite all Fascist demons. Unstoppable.

There were no tanks taking direct aim and firing cover, or infantry jumping into the trenches to search and clear out layers of alternate cover before moving forward. There were only Soviet steel behemoths galloping around with the accelerator pressed to death without slowing down at all, and groups of soldiers leaping from the vehicles. He ran forward at a galloping pace, holding the steel gun tightly in his hand.

At the front of the team, the IS7 heavy tank command vehicle with turret call sign 177 led the way, leading a large number of full-body composite armor upgrade kits. The IS6 heavy tank was so armed that it looked like an armored giant bear wearing an exoskeleton. Rushing forward.

Everywhere where the steel tracks ran over was a piece of scorched earth, as well as carbonized debris and steel debris that could not be distinguished from what they originally were.

There are no traces of the existence of life or the existence of things that symbolize life. Everything in this hot and scorching land has only one common theme: disappearing death and complete destruction.

The German soldiers who had just fought fiercely with the Red Army soldiers were nowhere to be seen, the machine gun bunker that spewed violent flames had disappeared without a trace, and even the 75mm anti-tank gun that was half buried in the earthwork bunker with only a small half of the gun barrel exposed had completely turned into part of this devastated land and returned to dust along with its gun crew and bunker.

The vast majority of resistance had turned to ashes and withered in an instant, and only those few who were not sure whether they could be called lucky ones were about to meet the belated end.

"Enemy! The Russians are coming up. Are there any survivors? In the battle position! Are there any survivors?"

Bang--

A bullet that came from nowhere killed the German company commander head-on. The burst brain mixed with warm blood was like a strawberry red can of soda that was thrown hard against the wall. The debris that fell to the ground spewed out a sticky substance that was also red and white, but not carbonated bubbles.

No one would care about the life of a fascist, just as there were too many survivors on this scorched earth, either alone or in groups of three or five, who were killed by the Red Army soldiers who rushed in a very short time and were crushed into a real two-dimensional paper man by the rolling steel behemoth.

In the not-so-far front, on the same scorched earth that had been plowed by the army-level artillery fire, a new battle was already calling all the leaders and soldiers who came one after another to complete their mission. The bloody battle was imminent.

I was too drunk yesterday and passed out, so I didn't tell you that I couldn't update. Today I was able to update, but there was a power outage. I still had to sweat profusely to finish the two chapters with the poor remaining battery of my laptop. It's really amazing how XA City is when summer arrives. I'll update more tomorrow if there's no power outage. My laptop's battery is already red, so you should go to bed early after reading. Although these two chapters are short, the quality is still guaranteed.