Chapter 2614 Bloody Street (Part 2)

"There's a senior officer! I saw him, in the crowd! He's wearing an officer's uniform!"

""

Malachenko, who was about to pick up the microphone to give orders, was stunned when he heard this. The words that Alsim suddenly said were indeed unexpected and unexpected. After a little thought, Malachenko immediately asked.

"Are you sure? Did you see it clearly?"

"Very sure! There are collar badges, and the people holding circles of Nazis are protecting him. It must be a big fish! Just below the three floors at one o'clock, just entered the house!"

Iushkin shouted impatiently that he was very sure that he was not wrong, but this time Malachenko did not hesitate.

"Okay, load the high-explosive bombs, and fire at that building! Let's have three shots first!"

"Three shots? Why three shots? I can blast that Nazi to see his Kaiser with one shot!"

""

It was just a casual Russian "hometown dialect", but I didn't expect Iushkin to have the time to join in and talk about these nonsense.

Malashenko, who just thought he was relieving the pressure of the battle, did not respond to Iushkin's words. Instead, he raised his hand to grab the commander's periscope in front of him, and immediately aimed at the direction described by Iushkin and looked around.

"Wow! There are so many! Is this a parking lot at the entrance of the building!?"

Not to mention that I didn't see the big fish described by Iushkin at a glance, there were a bunch of various vehicles parked in horizontal and vertical rows at the entrance of the building, ranging from small bucket trucks to large trucks, and even 251 half-track vehicles. I hadn't seen so many of these things not long ago. It was probably because they broke in during the fierce battle and had just stopped the car not long ago. Such a scene was enough to make Malashenko "ecstatic" after seeing it.

"Okay! These are the things. Shoot them into the building and kill them!"

"In addition"

After satisfying Ivushkin's strike request, there was actually something missing, at least that's what Malashenko himself thought.

The reason is simple. If you feel it's not enough, add some more. If one 130 is not powerful enough, we can get more together. Malashenko picked up the radio transmitter and spoke decisively.

"121, 122 vehicles, aim at the three-story building at one o'clock where I am, and shoot at the first floor! I repeat, three-story building, shoot at the first floor! High-explosive bombs concentrated fire!"

One vehicle was traveling side by side with Malashenko's No. 177 command vehicle, and the other was following the division commander's vehicle. Including Malashenko's own command vehicle, the gun lines of the three vehicles just converged on the first floor of the three-story building of the target object, and no vehicle was blocked from firing.

It can be said that it is a coincidence to have such a good shooting opportunity, but you can also say that this is the fate of these Germans, and their luck is so bad.

"You guys, protect the commander! Send him upstairs, quickly!"

"Let go! What are you doing!? I am here to lead the team to reinforce, not to command and supervise the battle! Give me back my gun, I order you to give me back my gun! Immediately!"

Lieutenant Colonel Adam, who had just arrived at the line of fire and got off the car, encountered an "emergency".

The battalion commander who was commanding the battle at the front of the block firmly disagreed with letting him stay in the "dangerous area". He waved his hand and instructed his soldiers to carry the regiment commander to the second floor. By the way, he also "confiscated" the STG44 assault rifle that Lieutenant Colonel Adam brought with him, just to make him give up the idea of ​​personally participating in the battle.

Even though the reluctant Lieutenant Colonel Adam was carried to the stairwell by two soldiers, his feet were uncontrollable and he kept walking upstairs, almost like being dragged. But he still shouted loudly to let him put him down and return the gun to him so that he could personally participate in the battle, but none of these requests were met.

Whether it was the battalion commander who ordered the regiment commander to be carried upstairs, or Lieutenant Colonel Adam who resolutely resisted and did not want to go upstairs, wanting to fight the last battle of his life like a real man, or even all the other German soldiers present.

No one expected that the screaming death god wielding a violent scythe would come so quickly and violently, catching everyone present off guard and unconscious before they "died".

Boom --

Whoosh --

The explosion sounded first and the screaming sound came later.

The 130mm naval gun shells with extremely high muzzle velocity, close to three times the speed of sound, had already shot through the window and smashed the wooden door panel before the whistling sound came, exploding under the feet of the "uninformed German soldiers" and instantly spreading into a rapidly expanding flame of death.

In a flash, walls collapsed, houses fell, sand and stones flew, and flames mixed with dust and countless building waste fragments were directly blown out of the house by this violent burst of torrents and poured into the streets.

The sound of three 130mm high-explosive grenades exploding almost simultaneously in succession can only be described as "horrifying".

The destructive explosion was only a shallow explosion, basically hitting the wall or the floor very close to the door. But you have to know that this is the main gun of the Red Navy's destroyer. Even the 122 heirloom of the Stalin heavy tank family is incomparable to this thing. The muzzle velocity, ballistic accuracy, and most importantly, the killing power are all inferior.

Because of this, even if it is only a shallow explosion, it is enough.

The first floor of what looked like a bakery or grocery store was blown to pieces. Two walls, a door panel and two windows, nothing could be described as "remaining" or "intact". To be precise, the entire street-facing side of the first floor was physically "removed with one click", leaving only the huge smoking gap of terrifying size.

But sometimes, death and destruction are not everything, and the chain reaction like dominoes is the finale.

Because the street-facing side of the first floor was completely blown down, the three-story brick-concrete structure building, which lost the load-bearing wall on the street side, suffered serious damage and could no longer support the structure.

A few seconds after the first floor facing the street was blown away, the "chain effect collapse" began. The second floor and even the third floor facing the street, which were affected by the explosion, all collapsed like supermarket shelves, carrying all kinds of shelf goods, and the dust was instantly blown in the face. The scene was even more fierce than the "earth dragon crossing the street" just now.

"Done! Three 130 grenades, that group of Nazis are dead! Don't think about coming out alive, their graves are repaired on the spot!"

Maybe it should be said that your German "rigorous and serious" is sometimes quite admirable, at least it is a hundred times stronger than the so-called "craftsman spirit" of their stupid allies, at least that's what Malashenko thought, with Iushkin's excited shouts echoing in his ears.

As for the reason?

Then look at the interior of the commander's periscope in front of you, and you will know everything?