Chapter 2617 Classic Moment

"The Nazis are retreating! We are about to win, come on!"

"Tear open their defenses, the final breakthrough! Hurrah!!!"

"Comrades, follow me! Hurrah!!!"

When the defenses were breached, the firepower support points were shattered, and the front lines vanished in the roar of artillery fire.

The last remaining troops were like sheep rushed into a sheepfold by a tiger, and they scattered like birds and beasts. From time to time, they turned back and fired a few shots, and most people were just running for their lives.

Anyone who is not a brain-damaged idiot knows that this battle can no longer be fought.

The roaring war machines of the Russians, the terrible steel monsters, will devour any flesh they touch like a running meat grinder. The meat minced by the wide and heavy tracks is no different from the stuff sold in the butcher shop, except that it is not directly stuffed into sausages.

And when all this happens, it seems a bit too cautious and unnecessary to carry out a cautious attack in a tight formation.

The Red Army soldiers who had dodged from behind their own tanks and infantry fighting vehicles launched a charge, shooting at the German soldiers who were running and jumping like rabbits on the street.

One was shot in the back and fell to the ground screaming, and the other was shot in the head just after turning around and firing two shots, and his brains were splattered all over the ground.

Such scenes were played out all the time. Even at this last moment, this street of grinding flesh and blood was not over, and it was still swallowing up fresh lives. It was just that it changed from swallowing the lives of both sides a few minutes ago to swallowing one side to death now, but the bodies thrown on the street were all human beings after all, and there was really no essential difference.

"Why don't they surrender? Haven't these Germans had enough bullets? Or are bullets too delicious?"

Iushkin, who felt that there was no need to use the main gun, started to watch the show. The IS7 heavy tank, which had a huge caliber and limited ammunition capacity, really had to be fired sparingly to ensure that every shell could be used to its full potential when it was needed.

Fire 130mm high-explosive grenades to hit a few German deserters whose shoes were about to fly off?

Sorry, although the leader division has sufficient firepower, it is not so sufficient. This is no longer sufficient but a waste of the motherland's resources.

"Who knows, wait and see, anyway, except for these bastards, no one cares about their life or death. I want them dead or alive, as long as they are Nazis."

Malashenko, who was also free because of the smooth development of the war, was not very busy at the moment. He was in the mood and had the time to chat with Iushkin and talk about anything.

The streets are full of people chasing deserters and doing the final annihilation battle. There is really no need for IS7 to push forward. This high-speed steel behemoth that can drive directly on the paved road with one foot on the accelerator does need to be driven a little bit when there are friendly troops in front of the field of vision, but still can't completely relax vigilance.

"Wait a little longer, I think it's almost time, if you don't surrender, you will really die. Okay, I'm here, look at the guy on the street on the right, his hand is raised."

"Where is it? Where is it? Let me see!"

As Malashenko said, the German army, which couldn't bear it and even running away became a luxury, finally chose to surrender, just like many of their comrades and brother troops did to the leader division before.

A German captain with ragged clothes, dusty face, no clean place on his body from top to bottom, either black or red, and the red is probably not his own blood, holding the weapon in his hand high, is walking out of a small house on the street.

As for what that guy was up to, what else could make the soldiers of the leader division who were so excited about killing voluntarily cease fire in such an occasion? The white floating in the wind was much whiter than the black faces of the Germans present.

"We surrender and demand protection under international law. We are no longer your enemies. We have all laid down our weapons. We demand basic treatment as prisoners of war!"

"Damn Suka! This German doesn't even speak Russian. We should just treat him as if he doesn't understand. What do you think? Huh?"

At such a shameless moment, he didn't speak Russian but German. It's probably because he really doesn't know how to speak, not because he's unwilling to speak it for the sake of face. The Germans may be stubborn but they are not stupid. You have already lost all your face when you surrendered. What's the point of still holding on to your face? If you are not even a chicken feather, don't do anything bad.

Ignoring Iushkin's nonsense and not paying attention to him, he picked up the radio transmitter at hand and gave orders immediately.

"Go up and confiscate their guns, and take them into custody according to the normal procedures. After we have dealt with them, we will take them down first."

Malachenko does not have the micro-control master ability of "machine gun move five meters to the right", but he still has the ability to micro-control a squad of mechanized infantry equipped with a car-mounted radio.

After all, Malachenko was really operating on the front battlefield, not sitting on the sofa in the big office blowing his beard and glaring and cursing "motherfucker".

The mechanized infantry soldiers who received the order began to take the initiative to step forward, put away the broken guns that the Germans threw on the ground, which the leader division was unwilling to look at, let alone rare, or kicked them aside and stepped on them, and then pointed the muzzle at the surrendering enemies with their hands raised and began to "give orders".

"Be honest, raise your hands! Don't make small movements, go over there! Hurry up!"

The proportion of high-quality veterans is not the highest in the entire Red Army, but the education level of the leading division soldiers is still very good. People who can speak German are not only platoon leaders, but also ordinary soldiers. It is not difficult to command these Germans who are as surrendering as pigs.

"Okay, it looks like it's almost done. Go out and take a look. If you want to come, take your gun and follow me. Let's go out and get some fresh air."

There are intermittent and no longer so intense exchanges of fire in the nearby blocks far away. The block in front of Malashenko can be said to have completely disappeared. No gunshots have been heard for a long time.

The Germans' fighting spirit collapsed cleanly and neatly. They did not drag their feet at all, surrendered as soon as they said they would, and were absolutely trustworthy. This is a place that Malashenko "liked". I guess if I write some memoirs in the future, I will definitely give a thumbs up to the Germans' good habit of "honesty and trustworthiness", at least it is much better than some short and short bow-legged people.

"Hey, be careful! Beware of the German snipers! Better wait a little longer!"

Iushkin, who said one thing and did another, was obviously hypocritical. He grabbed the tank soldier's self-defense AK in his hand, and didn't even bother to open the folding buttstock before following Malashenko and chasing out of the tank. His anxious actions were proof of this.

"Be careful! How can these rubbish that have been blown to pieces still shoot bullets? Don't overestimate them."

Well, in fact, the tank commander didn't care at all, he just strode towards the group of prisoners.