Chapter 2496 The Dead and the Dying

"Damn, women!? How can there be so many women in this place?"

Alsim was surprised to see this scene, and so was Deputy Comrade Lian, who followed him in. He even spoke out in surprise before Alsim.

Right in front of him, in the small basement at the end of the staircase corridor.

A group of women in white clothes huddled together, or more precisely, huddled in the corner of the basement, huddled together in panic and trembling, casting fearful looks at the fully armed men at the staircase. Even without any words to embellish, their actions were enough to show the most real emotions.

They were very scared, even to the point of being speechless, and only dared to look at the group of foreign opposite sexes who were labeled "terrible" in fear while trembling.

And the "existence" in this basement was obviously not just these women who were already terrified.

On the ground were rows of bodies lying on stretchers, most of them dead, a few still struggling to breathe.

But looking at the blood-stained lapels and bandages, there were not many medical equipment on the scene that seemed to be able to provide adequate treatment. Even the few remaining wounded who were barely breathing probably had little time left, and they would soon join the "corpse army" here.

The uniforms on these dead people and those who were rushing to death were silently telling their common identity, the German Wehrmacht Army Armed Forces.

Maybe they were just students, store clerks, workers, postmen, or some other profession not long ago, and they might not have worn this uniform for even a month.

But now, they are all corpses.

"Hey, that"

The deputy company commander on the side was still counting the number of corpses on the ground, and it seemed that he was going to go up and look to see if there were any senior officials, and he didn't take those women seriously.

And Alsim noticed something different: a German guy who was obviously wearing an officer's uniform was sitting in a reclining chair, leaning on the table with his head tilted and sleeping. I don't know if he was really drunk and fell on the spot or if he was pretending to sleep. Anyway, there were indeed more than a dozen empty bottles on the table. God knows whether he drank alone or for other reasons.

"Yeah."

There was no need to say too much. The deputy company officer who had a high degree of tacit understanding with Alsim naturally knew what he should do. Then, after Alsim's signal, he picked up the weapon in his hand, kept a high level of vigilance and walked forward slowly, approaching the sleeping German officer from the back.

"That bastard Suka is dead. He killed himself."

When I just walked in front of him, I already found something wrong. This guy didn't have the chest movement that a normal person should have. He looked more like a plastic mannequin in a store than a living person.

Looking at the table again, well.

The bloody hole with the brain bursting out had already flowed a large pool on the table. In the right hand next to the head, there was still a Walther P38 pistol, the standard sidearm of German officers.

Realizing that this was a non-threatening dead man, the deputy company officer boldly reached out to grab the shoulder of the corpse and pulled it back with a little force. The stiff corpse with a broken top of the head was directly pulled back and leaned back on the chair. The neck even remained in the position of being hard on the table, and the head was welded to the neck and didn't move.

Have you seen the movie "House of Wax"? If you apply another layer of wax on the German's skin, it will be exactly the same, 100% restored without any flaws.

"It must be at least an hour. It can't be so stiff in an hour. "

These veteran combat engineers, who have seen more corpses than forensic doctors in peacetime, have accumulated a lot of experience after years of hard work. They can estimate the length of time of death by just looking at the hardness of the corpse, at least before the corpse stinks and decays to the point where it cannot be identified.

One hour is quite clever. What was the leader doing an hour ago?

Alsim remembered that he had just beaten the last wave of Germans and was heading to the next combat area in an infantry fighting vehicle under the whistling sound of rocket rain.

Who would have thought that the Germans, who seemed to still have fighting spirit and were indeed diehards, had already suffered a mental breakdown, and And he had already started to get himself drunk to offset the fear of suicide.

It can only be said that the collapse of will probably came earlier than the collapse of the front. In most cases, the mental collapse precedes the physical collapse, and the double collapse of the mind and the body is reflected in the concrete reality as the collapse of the front. The collapse of will is the original origin of all this.

The Germans did not lose this battle unfairly.

After all, when he thought that he could not win and was just stalling for time, that was when he really could not win, at least for his personal war.

"So these Nazi women have been guarding this pile of stinky meat and hiding in this smelly basement for so long? Judging from the appearance, it is estimated that he has been here for a long time. There are also signs of rescue and treatment."

The so-called signs of rescue and treatment are just some medical waste randomly placed on the ground, hemostatic forceps, bandages, and some bottles and jars of disinfectant that have been used up. This damn place doesn't even have a decent operating table. It is more accurate and appropriate to call it a "hospice room plus morgue" two-in-one rather than a treatment room of a field hospital.

You still want to pull people back from the brink of death with this place?

Stop talking nonsense. Moderately injured soldiers sent here will soon become seriously injured and then die suddenly. This damn place is even in short supply of things to stop bleeding. Otherwise, there wouldn't be several German bodies with wounds made of strips of cloth torn from their clothes instead of bandages.

"There's nothing valuable. These are all reports of injured people and lists of deaths. This is a list of medical supplies."

"Zero, zero, zero, zero, all zero. Are these Germans so poor that they use their own clothes to wipe their asses? Why are there nothing and all zero?"

Holding a stack of bloody documents from the table where the German committed suicide, he flipped through them briefly and found that they were worthless. After complaining, he immediately handed it to Alsim.

"There's so much noise up there, these women have nowhere to go. Where else can they go except staying here?"

The rumbling sound of artillery from the surface above still echoed in the basement, shaking the dust on the ceiling from time to time and shaking the already not very bright lights, making it a bit like the atmosphere of a horror hospital morgue.

However, the Slavic men, whose cumulative kill numbers were enough to kill two German companies, did not take it seriously and were not afraid.

"Go up and check if there are any high-ranking officials among the dead, and then ask those women to deal with it."