Chapter 2432 You Will Be Mine Sooner or Later!

When you go to the battlefield, you must kill people, but there are many ways, starting points, and reasons for killing, and they are essentially different. Just as murder and torture are always morally uncomfortable methods, at least in most cases.

In principle, Malashenko does not advocate or like killing prisoners, except in rare cases, but this does not mean that Malashenko will not kill those German deserters.

Yes, those deserters are no longer a threat like the prisoners, that's right.

But the latter is a state that will last for a long time until the end of this war, while the former is not.

Once those German deserters who abandoned their vehicles and fled back, they would be in trouble again if they got the supplementary technical equipment. No one can guarantee that these German deserters will completely flee the battlefield and the army after running back, and will never take up arms against the Red Army from then on.

Moreover, they are not ordinary infantry. They are high-value, high-threat high-tech arms. They are deserters who control the fully enclosed armored combat units of the main force of land warfare.

By lying on the ground and not moving, Malashenko might let these unlucky Germans abandon their cars and escape.

But now that he wants to escape and has made substantial moves to escape, then he cannot blame Malashenko. People have to pay the price for their actions.

Dong dong dong——

Under Malashenko's strict order, the infantry fighting vehicles that followed our own tanks and were responsible for covering the tanks and supporting the infantry combat immediately began to provide powerful firepower output.

The 25mm general-purpose land warfare magazine continuously delivers ammunition, and the huge and hot shells spurt out from the ejection window directly on the turret and scatter on the ground. The high-caliber gun barrel, which was improved from the anti-aircraft gun mounted on the vehicle, fired projectiles at high speed, heading straight towards the backs of the German deserters.

Those German soldiers who abandoned their vehicles and escaped probably never dreamed that they would die miserably in such a way, being beaten directly into pieces of mutilated limbs and pieces of flesh gushing out in blood amid the explosions.

It's not painful, but it's the bloodiest death, bar none.

The kinetic energy of the 25mm armor-piercing incendiary projectile is large enough to break through even light armor. Ordinary geotechnical bunkers are not enough to guarantee complete protection in front of it. Simply use your unprotected flesh and blood to resist the consequences of this powerful kinetic energy. Of course it is conceivable.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven or eight corpses

No, it was the kind of remains that were not even enough to be called corpses. They were beaten into piles of minced meat one after another, and scattered all over the ground, becoming the best nourishment for this war-torn land.

Those German soldiers who were lucky enough not to be beaten to pieces in the first time witnessed this scene with their own eyes. They watched the violent red barrage, beating their comrades who were originally in the same crew next to them to pieces. On the spot, it turned into a pile of broken flesh whose original parts and appearance could not be distinguished.

The upper body of the unlucky guy, whose upper body was cut off by a thick, high-speed projectile, fell to the ground. He was still alive and wailing for a while.

"Ahhhh! Oh, save me, save me, who will save me?"

call out--

crackling——

Two seconds ago, he was wailing and shouting at the top of his lungs, but just two seconds after the roar came, another 25mm artillery shell flew with a death scream, hitting the upper body above the waist. , half of the German stick, whose lower body was nowhere to be found, succeeded in finishing the last hit.

The huge projectile entered from the middle of the spine in the back, advanced diagonally, and finally passed through the chest and throat and exited from the mouth.

The final result of this is that the 25mm projectile has become unstable and rolled the moment it hits the spine. It basically flies out of the mouth horizontally instead of vertically.

The general-purpose projectile, which has such a kinetic energy that it can dwarf the anti-material sniper rifles of later generations, seemed to have directly turned into a cannonball, causing the entire upper body to literally "explode on the spot". Countless bones, broken flesh, and organ remains were scattered in the blood mist. , it sprayed everywhere like a popcorn machine that exploded under too much pressure.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

There is no shortage of madmen on the battlefield, and of course there is no shortage of fools. There is no shortage of fools and lunatics. For example, this one is a heavyweight.

His head and face were sprayed all over by the "explosion brother" next to him. It had only been less than three months since a drafted soldier had joined the army. He only received basic loading training, and he was dragged to the battlefield like no one else. The German rookie finally couldn't stand it anymore. The collapse of his will and spirit only occurred in the blink of an eye, and even his comrades who were also on the run around him had no time to react.

"I've had enough! I can't stand it anymore!!! I want to go home, I want to go home! Mom, mom, I want to find my mom"

call out--

boom--

Just a short while after he was dancing and shouting crazily, another high-speed projectile fired from nowhere hit the target accurately, amputating the arm of this stupid, crazy and collapsed German rookie who was raised above his head on the spot. into two sections.

The right arm that was raised in front of him again had no front end, and only the second half of the severed arm, the ferocious bones and dripping flesh and blood were left in front of him. The crazy secretion of adrenaline was at its peak, and it was even enough to suppress the pain that would have caused dizziness in a short period of time.

Full of disbelief, shock, and confusion, this German rookie with only half of his right arm forgot about the battlefield, escape, and what he should do until the final moment, which was not far away, came in an instant.

Whoosh——

Crack——

There was no chance to think about anything anymore. His head was like a grenade stuffed in a watermelon, exploded into countless pieces, scattered in the sky, and fell down in the bloody wind, covering the surrounding land.

The armless and headless corpse fell down with a bang. The nerves on the corpse that had not yet died drove the fresh muscles and even twitched constantly, just like they were not dead yet.

Similar scenes were staged in succession. One after another, the German soldiers who abandoned their cars and escaped were killed under Malashenko's "no mercy" order, leaving more than 100 pounds of flesh and their lives on this land where they had fought.

In the end, only a few abandoned German soldiers were able to escape to a temporarily safe place. Those who were still in the trenches and foxholes under their control managed to survive, even if it was only temporarily.

"The rest ran away. We can't see them anymore."

Iushkin, who had been using coaxial 62 and 5mm machine guns to help output firepower and hunt down the deserters, spoke with a slight regret in his tone, but Malashenko was in a completely different state after hearing this.

"Run away? You think too much. They can't escape at all. I'm just entrusting their lives to them for the time being. Sooner or later, they will all be mine!"