Chapter 2615 Bloody Street (Part 2)

Three 130mm grenades didn't collapse the German building!

To be precise, it should be "didn't collapse completely".

Malashenko, who was concentrating and paying attention while holding the commander's periscope, saw with his own eyes that the shaky building stopped collapsing after shaking for three times.

It was like being split in half by a 40-meter ship-cutting sword. As for the sword technique and how to split it, you can refer to "Huaqiang Buys Melons".

The German building that was hit by three 130mm grenades is now in a state where about half of it is still standing there. It seems that the stairs have stopped shaking and there is no intention of continuing to collapse in a chain.

The whole building now looks like a cross-section composition that can show the layout of various rooms in the building at a glance. It is so clear and clear.

Malashenko really didn't expect that three 130mm grenades would end up with such a bad result.

It collapsed, but not completely, just "cracked in half".

What the hell is this?

"Do we need another round?"

Ivushkin, who also witnessed this scene through his gunner's periscope, asked, ready to fire again at any time, as long as Malashenko gave the order.

However, after a little thought, Malashenko gave a direct answer to deny it.

"There is no need for this, there are other targets to hit. High-explosive shells are loaded, continue!"

Although it is assisted by a mechanized semi-automatic loader and has a double loader configuration, the 130 gun is still a 130 gun, and it is also a transplanted version of a naval gun. No matter how much the loading mode is strengthened, it will not be much faster, at least it is impossible to load it as fast as the German 75 gun's fixed shells.

Whether it is the limited firepower projection per unit time converted from a low rate of fire, or the small amount of vehicle-mounted ammunition carried by the IS7 due to the huge size of the ammunition.

All of the above are objects that Malashenko must consider. Although the IS7 is powerful and has strong performance, it also has many constraints and small defects of "you can't have your cake and eat it too".

Malashenko felt that there was no need to waste precious shells and firepower on the half-collapsed building. Wouldn't it be better to use this time to deal with other Germans? The huge German Nazis in front of him were still running around the streets.

What Malashenko didn't know was that his reasonable decision did save someone's life, or "temporarily save someone's life", which delayed the time of death a little bit and allowed him to live a little longer.

"Puff! Cough cough--Puh!"

Struggling to get up from the cold and dusty ground, Lieutenant Colonel Adam seemed to have no consciousness at all. He felt that even this body didn't seem to be his own. Not only did he not have obvious feelings all over his body, but he was also out of control. Just like a soft-bodied creature in the sea, he was like a pool of mud.

"Hu——Ha——Ha——"

He opened his eyes covered by dust and looked around while panting heavily.

Lieutenant Colonel Adam, whose vision was full of blood-red and gray particles, saw only corpses of various shapes and colors lying on the ground in all directions. Blood, minced meat and broken limbs were almost everywhere.

"Are there any alive? Are there any alive!?"

The naked eye could not find anyone who looked alive, so in this case, he could only ask and see if anyone would say anything.

Not to mention, Lieutenant Colonel Adam shouted so "helplessly" with the attitude of "trying everything possible", and there were actually people who responded to him in the pile of dead bodies lying on the ground in all directions. The "woooo" groaning and sobbing sounded like someone who was injured but couldn't move and was trapped.

Lieutenant Colonel Adam, who heard the movement, showed a look of surprise to the south, and then took a step and rushed in the direction where the sound came from.

It would have been better if he didn't rush, but he was ruined by the rush.

Lieutenant Colonel Adam, who had not felt it until now, only found out that a pointed wood splinter thicker than a thumb had been inserted into his left foot at some point. It hurt so much that it penetrated his heart and bones when he exerted a little force and squeezed his muscles.

It looked like some furniture was smashed and splashed into the flesh. The good news was that the main blood vessels were not injured. There was no sign of heavy bleeding except for a little blood oozing out from the surface.

Now was not the time to call for a military doctor like a sissy. Even if he called, he might not get a response. Who knows if anyone would come.

Lieutenant Colonel Adam had no choice but to retract his steps, retreat to the original place, squat down and hold the wood splinter inserted a little above the ankle of his left leg.

The moment he held the wood splinter with his hand, he could feel a clear stinging pain. The torn and squeezed muscles would be painful if he moved a little bit. Even a veteran soldier could not help but grin and tense his face. He was a man enough not to scream on the spot.

"Damn it, drink it!"

He endured the pain and "acted ruthlessly", holding the wood splinter tightly in his hand and pulling it out with all his strength.

The splinter, which was probably almost dead even if it didn't pierce the bone, was pulled out, and the torn and squeezed muscles instantly stretched out, and the blood that was not flowing smoothly also spurted out from the wound section instantly.

Fortunately, Lieutenant Colonel Adam's judgment was correct.

The splatter was just a small amount of blood spurting out from small blood vessels. It looked like it was bleeding non-stop, but the actual amount of bleeding was not large, at least it was still holding up.

He took out a handkerchief he carried with him from his pocket, twisted it and used it as a bandage. He wrapped it around the wound on his calf and it was barely bandaged.

Lieutenant Colonel Adam, who didn't want to be delayed any longer because of this little trouble, tried to walk forward. After taking a few steps, he was pleasantly surprised to find that although the pain was real, it was not beyond the tolerable level. At least he could still walk without any problem. Yes, this meets the most basic needs for action and is good news.

"Are you okay? Are you injured?"

After uncovering a broken door panel and masonry debris that was pressed against the rubble, Lieutenant Colonel Adam, who was busy "digging for people," discovered that the person who was pressed down and calling for help turned out to be one of the soldiers who had just carried him upstairs. one.

"Why are you here? Weren't you just next to me?"

Lieutenant Colonel Adam, who hesitated in the middle of speaking, could not finish his words.

The moment the shell exploded and the whole building collapsed, it was chaos. No one could remember clearly what happened at that time. The floors on the second floor were also collapsed by the explosion on the first floor. The whole thing was an indoor version of " The sky is falling and the earth is falling.”

Maybe he couldn't dodge and was thrown here by the collapsing floor, or maybe he was thrown away by the explosion that spread upward to the second floor. He might even be the one who was thrown away. I don't even remember it anyway. .