Chapter 2609 Have You Ever Had Bear Blood?

Then the problem is very simple.

The armor and military standard concrete structure specially reinforced by German engineers could not withstand the powerful attack of 130mm naval guns. What would happen to ordinary civilian houses that have not been reinforced?

What else could it be? The houses were directly blown up by 130mm guns, and bricks and stones were splashed all over the streets. It is not impossible that even smaller houses were directly collapsed by a gun.

The advantage of some things is that you can only know it after you actually do it, which is unimaginable in advance.

Without experiencing serious street fighting, it is hard to imagine how huge the damage effect of the 130mm main gun, which is only slightly larger than the 122 heirloom caliber, on ordinary unreinforced civilian buildings is.

The origin of naval guns and the larger and thicker caliber make the IS7's 130mm caliber main gun firing high-explosive grenades far more destructive than the literal "8mm" caliber of the 122 heirloom.

In most cases, the German soldiers who hid in the building and fired would not even have the chance to escape from the house. They would be shot down with the ceiling, leaving them with a miserable fate of "no one can see the person alive, no body can be seen dead, unless the concrete coffin board is lifted to find meat patties".

Hiding in a bunker building is a good thing. The solid brick-concrete structure can provide the fragile infantry with flesh and blood with the greatest degree of additional protection. It can be said that a civilian house is a simple infantry fortress.

But now, at this moment, for the current Malashenko and his large number of IS7 heavy tanks.

The German infantrymen who are hiding in the house "living in shame and resisting stubbornly" are not a bad thing but a good thing, a great good thing.

If you Germans are all scattered and running around the streets, it will be really difficult to deal with them.

It is impossible to use the 130mm naval gun as a sniper rifle and "send the tanks one by one" with the mentality of killing one German with one shell. If it really comes to this, machine guns will have to be used to solve the problem. Although the outcome is unpredictable, it will always waste more time to clear up, and what Malashenko lacks most now is time.

But the real situation at the moment is that the German infantry is not running around the streets, but all of them are staying in a cockroach nest like a nest of cockroaches, so this problem is much simpler.

One shot, in most cases only one shot is needed, no additional shots are needed.

The 130mm high-explosive grenade taken from the Red Navy ammunition depot is enough to destroy the entire second floor space, sweeping all the space barriers like a storm, turning them all into brick and stone ruins, and then crushing the crushed and squeezed flesh and blood into dust and blown away by the wind.

If it exploded on the first floor, it would be even more fun.

The powerful 130mm high-explosive grenade can not only destroy all indoor spaces, but also spray out powerful chemical energy explosions, and even smash the ceiling separating the first and second floors, or at least collapse the ceiling around the explosion center, and then let the explosion shock wave rush upward and rush straight to the second floor.

The Nazis on the first floor were blasted into pieces and smashed into meat paste, and the Nazis on the second floor were roasted by the fire and their buttocks were burned, and they fell into the rubble on the first floor and were blown to pieces, bleeding from all seven orifices and died.

The only thing separating the bodies of the German soldiers on the first and second floors was the rubble pile in the middle, which was originally the ceiling, and that was it.

It is hard to say whether it is better to die on the first floor and be beaten into meat paste, or to die on the second floor, at least to keep a relatively intact body, which is more humane.

The only thing that is certain is that Malashenko has no time to care about these trivial things.

Comrade Ma is just "smiling" now, feeling really fucking cool! He has never liked the Germans hiding in the building and resisting so stubbornly as he does now.

The feeling of starting with "one shot pops a pot of popcorn" and "at least eight consecutive kills" is really too cool. Even in the game, there is no such thing as brushing heads. I really love the German commander on the opposite side's tactics of holding on to each house and building.

In traditional street fighting, it is a very useful tactic, but now it has become a move of giving heads with almost no practical significance.

It is not clear what the German commander on the opposite side thinks at this moment, but he is probably very shocked, regretful, hateful and even afraid of why these Russian lunatics do not play by the rules.

The block entrance captured by Malashenko's commando team became the official breakthrough point gate, and the follow-up troops that followed formed a torrent and surged in an endless stream.

The German defensive buildings on both sides of the block entrance where the heavy firepower support point was smashed were quickly lost. The most common situation was that "the first floor was smashed by the infantry fighting vehicle, and the second floor was captured by the infantry immediately afterwards."

"Uh ah ah ah ah!!!"

In the gap on the top of the gun tower that was just collapsed by a shot from Malashenko's command vehicle, an unknown German soldier who was not shot to death but seemed to be directly blown out by some external force flew out of the building with a scream. He wailed and fell heavily on the street below, his brain burst and blood gushed out on the spot, and he kicked his legs and died on the spot, without any movement.

He finished the scene just now with the posture of breaking through the big foot, and kicked the German soldier who tried to pull the grenade to die together out of the building. Alsim, holding his bayoneted AK with blood in his hand, came to the gap broken by the 130mm gun, first looked at the broken bricks and tiles around, and then glanced at the Nazi corpses that had been beaten into pancakes downstairs.

He shook his head slowly and sighed, and then blurted out involuntarily.

"The power of this thing is much greater than that of the 122mm gun. After all, the naval gun is a naval gun, not comparable to ordinary army artillery."

The deputy comrade who heard the words followed up. The high-intensity fierce battle of three buildings in a row was really unbearable.

He casually pulled a German helmet that fell on the ground to cushion his buttocks as a bench and sat down, panting at first. Then he took the water bottle hanging from his buttocks, unscrewed the lid and poured it into his mouth. After swallowing half of the water in big gulps, he did not forget to ask Alsim one last question.

"What? Do you regret being an infantryman? Otherwise, you can apply to the division commander and drive a tank. You will definitely get an IS7 with your relationship with the division commander, I'm sure."

"Regret?"

Alsim turned around and smiled when he heard the words, without even breathing.

"Tank soldiers can't get blood on their hands, they can only press buttons. I feel uncomfortable all over when I can't smell blood. You know this."

"Rest in place for three minutes! Those who drink water and urinate should solve it on the spot, hurry up!"

Knowing that not everyone's physical fitness can be like his, Alsim, who led the team to capture three buildings in a row, ordered a temporary rest for three minutes. This was under the premise that his offensive downstairs was visibly smooth.

Seeing Alsim walking by without even taking a breath, the deputy comrade holding the water bottle in his hand felt that "I don't understand, but I am deeply shocked" even though he had seen it many times and was already familiar with it.

"Has this guy's body been strengthened by bear blood? Suka, does he not get tired at all?"