Chapter 2595 War and Youth

"The Russians are rushing in, there is a firefight on the first floor! Help me!"

"Bullets, I can't find any bullets! Anyone got any bullets? Give me one!!!"

"Grenade, be careful with the grenade!"

Boom——

The smoke from the explosion has not yet dissipated, and the army boots stepping on the smoke and fire of war have followed closely and come one after another.

There are still some German soldiers who are still alive, lying on the ground, lying dead, and the bravest one even tried to pick up the submachine gun that fell less than half a meter away. Even though his legs were blown off and he was seriously injured, he still crawled on the ground like a maggot.

The first man who led the team in had no mercy, like a cruel and ruthless cold-blooded animal, born only for efficient killing.

Not even bothering to do the most basic aiming, the cold-blooded man only raised his right hand slightly, aimed the muzzle of the assault rifle at the target, and then pulled the trigger at the half-dead wounded soldier with his index finger without hesitation.

Da da da da --

A splash of blood turned into a blood dance, and the wounded German soldier with both legs blown off was killed by the gunshot. The back, shoulder, neck, and head were shot almost at the same time. He was killed on the spot by four intermediate-power rifle bullets, and stopped crawling like a maggot and there was no movement.

The comrades behind him rushed into the house. The deputy company officer rushed over and saw that there were only corpses in front of him, so he didn't say much nonsense. He knew that Alsim's usual style was like this, and he treated the enemy cruelly like slaughtering animals. He blurted out the words to ask about the next move. ׺°”˜˜`”°º×

"What's next? The second floor or the next building?"

"Go up to the second floor and clean it up. This whole street is ours. Going forward is the intersection across the road. Clean up the second floor first. Follow me!"

"Okay, follow me! Quick!"

Unlike what was expected, there was no violent rain of bullets or grenades thrown down at the stairs leading to the second floor, and no one heard any loud German shouting. Something was wrong.

"Is there no one on the second floor?"

The deputy company officer holding the AK tightly found the same look in Alsim's eyes. He was sure that his partner also realized the weirdness and did not need to be reminded. It was more important to uncover the fog of war than to force nonsense at this time.

Alsim, who didn't like to let others stand in front of him in close combat, was at the front of the queue. After reaching the second floor, he pressed against the wall, holding the assault rifle tightly in his hand and moving forward little by little. The soldiers guarding him also pressed against the wall and followed closely behind him.

Bang——

The idea that there was no one on the second floor was obviously stupid and wrong. A sudden gunshot from the inner room not far in front of him proved it all.

"Grenade ready!"

Without words, Alsim's gesture could let the soldiers following behind him understand what to do next.

But just as Alsim, who was highly alert, led his men to the door and threw grenades into the room that was not closed, another unexpected situation suddenly occurred again.

"Ah!!!"

Bang——

Bang——

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A scream, a gunshot, and the sound of a heavy object suddenly falling on the wooden floor, there was no movement after that.

Alsim, who had held his fist high in the air, finally let go of his hand and slowly put it down. He did not slam his fist down and issue orders as expected.

You ask why?

Perhaps his intuition told Alsim that it was no longer necessary to do so. The scene he saw with his naked eyes after entering the house clearly proved that Alsim's intuition had come true again.

"Suka! This coward actually committed suicide and killed his comrades."

A corpse with a crooked head and a flower on the top of his head sitting on the bedside, plus another warm corpse lying on the bed opposite, also bleeding, also dead and shot in the head.

Take another look at the Mauser 98K rifle that fell on the floor and fell in a pool of blood. It is obvious what happened in this room just now.

"Damn it! This guy is still a child, his hair hasn't even fallen out yet, he doesn't even look like an adult yet."

"Hey! This one too, the ID says he was born in 1929, and he's only 16 this year."

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The "murderer" with a Mauser 98K in a pool of blood at his feet is a little older, but he looks like he's only 18 years old and not even an adult yet.

The wounded soldier lying on the bed opposite, who was already bandaged, is even younger, and the ID clearly says he's only 16 years old.

The boy, who was almost collapsed in despair, chose to shoot and kill another boy who was seriously injured and unconscious on the bed opposite. That could be his friend or classmate, or they could have just known each other for a few days, but at least they were each other's comrades-in-arms, and at that moment Alsim had just led his men up to the second floor.

When Alsim led his team to the door, the "murderous boy" who had finished pulling the bolt and loading the bullet pointed the gun at himself and held it in his mouth.

He placed the butt of the gun against the floor, pressed the trigger with the big toe of his right foot, without even having time to take off his socks, and mustered up the greatest and last courage of his short life to step down hard. After a gunshot, he hurriedly bid farewell to this world that he had not yet had time to understand.

The gunshot knocked the man down, his head shattered and his body tilted to the side of the bed. The rifle in his mouth was dragged out of his mouth and fell to the ground. Soon, it was soaked in the warm blood that flowed from the mouth of the corpse, until Alsim and his comrades entered the room.

That desperate howl was the last sound that the boy left to the world with courage. He was forced to be a conscript and could not even get a good enough gun.

The deadly weapon lying in the pool of blood, the Mauser 98K rifle soaked in warm blood, looked like a broken firewood stick to Alsim. The broken gun even lost its trigger ring and disappeared. God knows where the Nazis dug it out from the broken gun storage and threw it to the boy.

But it was just such a broken gun and two tattered uniforms that easily took away the lives of two teenagers who should have gone to school at this age, and it was executed in the most cruel way of self-destruction.

Alsim didn't know what caused all this

It might be the fear of the enemy, or it might be the rumors deliberately spread by the Nazis that falling into the hands of the Red Army would definitely be worse than death.

In short, all this is not important now, and of course there is no need to figure it out.

Not only because Alsim didn't have time, but also because there are thousands of such things that have happened, are happening, or will happen in the near future in this war until the Nazis are completely destroyed.

"Comrade company commander, there is movement downstairs! There are Nazis shouting in the alley next to you, listen!"

The soldier's reminder brought Alsim, who was thinking briefly, back to reality, and the decisive order came out without thinking.

"Prepare explosives! Show these Nazis our traditional craftsmanship and let them feel the warmth of Stalingrad."