Chapter 2795 His Advantage, Ours

The hard nut to crack was leveled, and the biggest threat that hindered progress was no longer there. The "Volga" siege team, which had been waiting for this moment for a long time, naturally had nothing to say, and immediately rushed up and shouted. The sound of killing echoed through the sky.

"Comrades! Attack the enemy and crush the German fascists! Hurrah!!!"

"U-la——"

Without the biggest obstacle lying on the attack path, the condescending machine gun fire and drop artillery fire were swept away. The German firepower on the same level on the street alone could no longer stop the "Volga" siege team's offensive, and a collapse and defeat leading to the ruins at the end of the street began.

"Russians! The Russians are coming! Stop them! Hurry!"

"Are you fucking crazy? What are you trying to stop!? That tank is fucking better than—"

call out--

boom--

"Well!!!"

The 62mm medium-power rifle bullet entered from the left temple and exited from the right temple. The strong tearing force caused the German soldier who didn't even have time to finish his words. In the blink of an eye, only half of his head was left. It looked like a watermelon that had been split into two pieces with a knife, exposing the bright red pulp inside the half-drawn head that was connected to the neck.

What? The first half, you ask?

What else could the upper half be like? It could only be that the bullet of the 62mm medium-power rifle bullet was instantly smashed to pieces, mixed into the flesh of the lower half of the head, indistinguishable from each other, and followed the body in the next second. The unconscious corpses, like sandbags, twitched and fell straight down.

At the end, it splashed all over the face of another German soldier not far in front of him who was still having a conversation just now. The frightened German recruit immediately turned around and ran away, crying for his father and mother, and staggering towards He rolled and climbed up the stairs.

"Russians! Russians came in, Freeman was killed! Help! Help!!!"

boom--

Just a few seconds after the impatient footsteps disappeared at the end of the stairwell, a powerful and heavy flying foot suddenly kicked open the weak door, followed closely by a humanoid tank wearing armor. Standing at the door holding an assault rifle.

"Go up! Clean up the second floor, follow us! Hurry!"

Sulovechenko is indeed a "newcomer", a newcomer who has just transferred to the combat engineer unit.

But this newcomer is a little different from the newcomers we usually understand.

He is proficient in killing techniques, familiar with tactics, understands how to lead his troops, and knows more about what kind of enemies he will face and how to defeat them.

"Watch out! Grenade!!!"

Sulovechenko, who was leading the team at the front of the team, had not had time to reach the stairs. The sharp-eyed warrior at the front saw the smoking thing that was spinning and thrown down from the stairs on the second floor. , while he hurriedly dodged, he did not forget to loudly remind the comrades behind him.

boom--

There was a muffled explosion like a cannon fired from a pot, accompanied by dust and debris flying in all directions. Because it was thrown away, it just fell at the corner of the corridor and did not roll directly to the floor of the first floor. The M24 grenade was greatly restricted. The power.

Its final damage radius is only limited to the stairwells. The walls that grenades cannot explode and fragments cannot penetrate are the limits of its damage.

Perhaps it was good luck, but it was the German's poor bomb-throwing skills and quick reactions that allowed Sulovechenko to barely escape. He leaned against the wall, panting, and glanced sideways at the corridor. After the intermittent scene, she was scolded on the spot.

"Damn it! The stairway exploded and collapsed!"

It must be said that the original owner of this two-story building along the street must have been a very particular person with good taste in life.

The exterior of the brick-concrete hut doesn't look too old, but inside it looks like a simple wooden structure.

It seems that except for the walls and load-bearing structure, which are made of brick and concrete, everything else in the house is made of wood, including the floors, furniture, decorations, and even the stairs leading to the second floor.

When a grenade came down, no one was injured. The stairs connecting the first and second floors for going up and down were blown to pieces and collapsed on the spot.

I don’t know whether your German guy did it intentionally or unintentionally. In short, this saved their lives, even if it was only temporary, it was enough for them to live a little longer.

Sulovechenko, who was ready to take people upstairs to kill, was blocked. Facing the fact that the only road leading to the second floor was cut off, he could only stare anxiously but was helpless.

"Stalin eats shit! Death to the Russian pig!"

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"Damn it! How dare you curse people like this!"

Sulovechenko here hasn't figured out the next solution yet. The idiots upstairs, who don't know how many in number, and who don't know how far they are looking for death, actually took the initiative to curse in the street.

Not only did the enemy refuse to surrender to me, they also dared to call me names!

Sulovechenko, who could understand German and knew what the idiot upstairs was shouting, was so angry that his scalp was numb and he was spraying white air from his nose.

However, Qi returns to Qi, numbness returns to numbness, and reason is still there. We still need to be rational and organized in fighting, and we must not let our anger take over and act on impulse.

"These bastards! If you want to kill me, I'll do it for you!"

"Give me the machine gun!"

While handing over the AK in his hand, he also exchanged weapons with the machine gunner beside him, and immediately handed over the latest RPD light machine gun.

Check the ammunition belt and the receiver. The 100-round fully loaded ammunition belt that was just replaced not long ago has been loaded with bullets and is ready.

"Let's see if your stinky meat is bulletproof! Shoot!"

Whether the battlefield environment is superior or inferior is not static, but changes according to the enemy's situation and the changes in tactics and tactics.

It must be admitted that the wooden stairs were the advantage of the Germans ten seconds ago.

But this does not mean that the floor made of wood cannot be the advantage of the Red Army ten seconds later. This is also a fact.

Dadadadadada——

Dongdongdongdongdong——

When the whole class is at least SVT40 semi-automatic rifles, AK assault rifles and PRD light machine guns form the majority of automatic firepower.

This "ceiling sweeping competition" led by Sulovichenko, when everyone pulled the trigger and fired at the top of their heads, directly evolved into a white-hot situation like fried beans, with crackling and bursting.

Ding, ding, dang, dang, pa-da--

The hot shells fell like raindrops, and quickly piled up under everyone's feet, forming a "metal coating" covering the floor.

Ka-ka--

After firing a magazine, the deputy comrade had not yet ordered to stop, and the machine gun with more bullets in his hand was still firing non-stop, roaring continuously, and shells were like rain.

The soldiers who knew what to do did not need to give too much nonsense orders, and took out the spare magazines filled with bullets from their chests, pushed open the catch, and inserted them into the receiver.

With a backhand palm, the bolt handle was moved back with one hand to load the gun, and then it was fired again.

Brothers, the chapter name is messed up again...

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