Chapter 2842 Let the Flames Purify the Evil

Two people were lost just after taking the second floor. Including the four people who were sent down with the wounded, Sulovchenko's two squads of attacking troops suddenly lost six people.

It is not an exaggeration to say that there was a "large loss of personnel".

"The damn fascists must have done it on purpose! They didn't kill people, but they just blew them up badly. They knew we would never abandon our comrades. The loss of personnel caused by this was much higher than the direct death."

The squad leader named Ocharov was so angry that he started cursing on the spot. Speaking of which, this squad leader was of German descent. You can hear the German flavor just by listening to his name.

After the October Revolution, when the red regime was born, their family moved to the Soviet Union to live out of their yearning for the new world of communism, just like many foreigners at that time. Before that, they had always been real native Germans.

But the young squad leader was only filled with resentment at this moment, and had no so-called "fellowship" to talk to these diehard Nazis. He only wanted to kill those disgusting Nazis who were still entrenched on the upper floors.

"Since you know it, don't say it. It's useless. Let those Nazis taste the taste of bullets is your only effective response. Let's go"

Sulovichenko, who has seen many storms, will definitely not be scared by the enemy's little tricks.

At most, he suffered a loss because he was unprepared for the first time. After knowing that your Nazis have developed new tricks, he should be careful. As for the battle, it is natural to continue, and retaliate with a more fierce momentum to let the Nazi diehards know their own weight.

"Wait, listen! There's a noise at the stairs, go and see--"

"Stars!"

Before Ocharov finished speaking, a voice in Russian interrupted him.

"Okay, we're on our own, be careful not to hurt anyone by mistake."

Sulovchenko, the leader of the team, heard the signal and responded with "moon", and hurried over with his soldiers. When they were almost at the stairs, they saw that the soldiers who had just shouted the signal just showed their heads and went up to the second floor after receiving the response.

And it wasn't just these fully armed combat engineers who came up to support them, the objects they carried on their backs were the good stuff that made people excited.

"How did you get this thing up here? Where did you get it from?"

Sulovchenko was a little confused. He didn't quite remember that he had ordered the vehicle to carry this thing before setting off. The heavily loaded soldier in the lead smiled and replied.

"The company commander asked us to bring it. There were no people in the infantry fighting vehicles that came with us. They were filled with ammunition and some special equipment that might be used, including this thing. The company commander said that this was to prevent unexpected events. It is better to bring it without using it than to have it when you need it. Well, this sentence was said by the division commander before."

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Alsim didn't tell him, and asked people to put the individual flamethrower, which is large and bulky and takes up a lot of space in the vehicle, into the infantry fighting vehicle that transports supplies and bring it together.

It must be said that it was well thought out. Sulovchenko also admitted that this thing was needed now and it was the most suitable occasion for the flamethrower.

Arsim, who looked stupid and rough, was really "a man can't be judged by appearance". Sulovchenko gradually understood why this brother could control the "tough soldiers" in this company. This was indeed not a coincidence but a reason.

"Be careful! Grenade!!!"

Before Sulovchenko, who had just met the reinforcements, had time to give orders, the guard soldier who was stationed not far away on the other side, at the staircase leading to the third floor, shouted loudly. Before the voice fell, another unexpected explosion suddenly came, which made people's ears hurt in the small and closed indoor space.

"Damn! These Nazi scum are really endless!"

"Okay! No more talking, let them taste the barbecue! Today's dinner is fire-roasted Nazi!"

"Yes!"

The battle in the block downstairs continued, and the IS7 heavy tank, which used machine guns and main guns at full firepower, was still firing crazily with all its might. The huge roar of the cannons was deafening and continuous, and the sound of the 25mm machine guns of the BMP43 infantry fighting vehicle clustered together. The defensive blocking battle downstairs was more intense than the bargaining at the market in the early morning.

Sulovichenko, who had no time to think about the fighting situation downstairs, just wanted to quickly deal with his work. He rushed to the stairs with the flamethrower and the soldiers who had been reinforced.

"Will this not set the whole building on fire? How can we stay there?"

"Fuck it! Who cares? Burn the Nazis to death first and then put out the fire! Clean up this broken building and then treat the guests, the guests of the Nazis who continue to come to die!"

While the two soldiers were whispering, the flamethrower warrior who had already stood at the stairs was already releasing his anger.

A gelatinous jet stream formed by a mixture of compressed viscous fuel gushed out of the iron pipe in an instant when the trigger was pulled. The moment it was ignited at the nozzle, it turned into a ferocious fire dragon, rushing upward at an oblique speed towards the ceiling of the third floor.

The power of this spray was far greater than expected. At least Sulovechenko, who had never seen a flamethrower in actual combat, thought it was "really scary" after seeing it.

The high-pressure gel jet that hit the ceiling of the third floor was immediately dispersed like a blazing fire due to the powerful compression impact.

The result was that what was a jet-like fire dragon one second turned into a rain of fire from the sky the next second. With an impact that still had residual and considerable potential, it immediately scattered in all directions in the small space on the third floor. In an instant, flames shot into the sky and surged through the entire indoor space.

"Uhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Hot! Fire! It's on fire, the Russians set it on fire!!!!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Water, where is the water! It's scalding me to death, it's scalding me to death!!!"

Listening to the sound of pig slaughtering so close to him from the fire-breathing third floor, the German squad leader Ocharov, who was aggrieved just now because of the sneak attack and hated the Nazis, now just wanted to laugh.

"Okay! This is how it should be damned, Sukka! Burn these naughty pigs to death! Use flames to purify the naughty evil!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Before Squad Leader Ocharov finished speaking, he didn't expect that a pig-killing scream came directly from behind him.

It was a German paratrooper who was on fire and in heart-wrenching pain. He couldn't bear the pain. He lost his footing and fell out of the window on the third floor while running around like a headless fly. His whole body was on fire and he flashed past the window. The scene is indeed "shocking".