Chapter 598 Jingguan (Revised)

For Malashenko, who traveled from the future, it was a simple matter to ambush the German army in the house on the eve of the Battle of Stalingrad in 1942, which had not yet been cultivated by brutal street fighting.

The logistics artillery shells that had just been transported from Stalingrad were so much that Malashenko ordered all the tank ammunition racks under his command to be filled and hundreds of boxes were loaded into the accompanying GAZ trucks, but there were still more than a hundred boxes of shells that had nowhere to be used.

In fact, for Malashenko's First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, which had priority to replenish, Comrade Laotie, who was in trouble, also tried his best to provide Malashenko with supplies within his ability. One of them was the tank shells that were sent according to the full strength of Malashenko's regiment.

What Timoshenko didn't expect was that after Malashenko retreated to this desolate little village under the German pursuit and aerial bombing, he immediately fought two tough battles that were enough to destroy him.

Not being completely wiped out by the Germans in this village was the best result for Malashenko to command his troops to risk their lives. His tenacious fighting spirit was fully demonstrated in this small village.

The problem that followed was that Malashenko, who had only eight tanks left, could not use up all the tank shells sent in accordance with the full strength of the whole regiment. Even if he tried his best to take away as many shells as possible, there were still many left.

Wasting these shells or letting them be captured by the Germans was not the best choice for Malashenko. Malashenko, who came with complete memories of the future, naturally came up with a very sinister plan - booby traps.

Not knowing what kind of dangers were hidden in the village, a company of German infantry who sneaked into the village quickly dispersed and searched in the usual attack formation used in the previous village capture. Every move showed their qualified quality. This was obviously a relatively elite team of German veterans.

A very abrupt wooden stake was erected in the yard of a wooden house that looked a bit special. On the stake was even a communication antenna that was obviously used for sending and receiving telegrams.

A German squad leader who led the search was the first to notice this situation. It goes without saying what the yard with an antenna was used for.

In order to see if there was any useful intelligence and valuable discoveries left in the yard, the German squad leader who led the team greeted the soldiers beside him softly and gestured. The three German squad submachine gunners, including the squad leader, who held their submachine guns tightly, then stood at the front and slowly moved forward.

The gate of the entire courtyard was wide open, and various empty boxes and used and unused telegraph papers were scattered all over the ground. The sharp-eyed German squad leader who was walking in the front even saw a few full-power rifle bullets thrown under the electric pole a few meters away. The obvious scene showed that the people who were originally here must have left in a hurry, so that even the bullets fell on the ground and there was no time to pick them up.

Although the situation in front of him seemed to indicate that the Soviet army in the village had already disappeared overnight, the German squad leader, who did not dare to be careless at all, still reached out and touched the wooden handle of an M24 grenade inserted in the ammunition bag on his waist. While holding the wooden handle tightly and slowly pulling it out, he winked at another partner beside him.

Another German assault rifleman, who understood the situation, pulled out the M24 grenade from the ammunition bag on his waist with almost the same action, quietly unscrewed the cover and put the fuse on his little finger, and almost at the same time threw it into the small house in front of him, which was not even closed.

"Hide!"

Boom--

Although the M24 long-handled grenade loaded with 170 grams of explosives did not produce many fragments, it was still very powerful. The powerful power of the offensive grenade was fully exerted in the narrow cabin room, and the wooden door that was half hanging at the door and was already shaky was immediately blown outwards under the strong impact.

Fortunately, the load-bearing structure of this seemingly dilapidated cabin was at least intact, and it remained standing firmly under the powerful power of two M24 long-handled grenades.

Taking advantage of the moment when the explosion just subsided and the smoke had not yet dispersed, the German squad leader, holding the MP40 submachine gun tightly in his hand, took the lead and rushed into the house with one step and raised the muzzle.

The house filled with smoke and dust was so quiet that you could almost hear a pin drop.

The wreckage of the wooden command table that was blown to pieces by two M24 long-handled grenades was scattered all over the floor, and some telegrams and documents temporarily posted on the wall were also broken and scattered all over the floor. The military water bottle at the feet that was completely deformed by the explosion was leaking water all over the floor.

"Huh, it seems that the Russians are gone, these damn cowards!"

"They are not cowards, Stein, have you forgotten the mountain of corpses?"

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In ancient China, there was a very bloody war custom.

In order to intimidate their enemies and let everyone in the world know what would happen to the fools who dared to go against their army, the victorious generals would often cut off the heads of all the enemy soldiers on the battlefield after the victory and have people stack them up to form a small hill, which they called "Jingguan".

Although Malashenko did not have the extra time to cut off the heads of the German soldiers one by one, it was still very easy to pile up the bodies of thousands of German soldiers into a small hill. With the hundreds of strong German prisoners as free labor, it only took two rounds to complete this task.

Most of the bodies of the thousands of German soldiers who died yesterday had been exposed to the scorching sun, and then soaked in the cold and desolate night for a whole night. After dawn, they were exposed to the hot summer sun for an hour or two. The pungent smell that came with the wind could be smelled even from a kilometer away.

When the German troops that arrived later saw the bodies of thousands of comrades in front of them piled into a small hill, surrounded by mosquitoes and flies and smelling foul.

Some German recruits who were recruited from the domestic reserve this year to fill the gap on the front line and had not yet witnessed the tragic fighting scenes of last year's war vomited all over the floor on the spot.

The German veterans who had seen rivers of blood flow in the cold winter days outside Moscow were deeply shocked by the scene. The purgatory-like scene before their eyes was something they had never seen in their dreams.

No one knew what kind of cruel and inhumane Soviet commander could order such a thing that would scare even Satan.