Chapter 756 Deadly Flying Thunder
Three hundred meters is neither long nor short. Malashenko is confident that he can crush the German anti-tank guns with one step on the accelerator, and then use the internal organs of the German soldiers who are resisting stubbornly to lubricate the tracks of his car.
Malashenko thought so, and of course he did so. The order to Seryosha to step on the accelerator has never stopped.
But just when Malashenko thought that the victory was within reach and the fragile defense line of the German army was about to be penetrated by him, something unexpected happened suddenly.
Bang bang bang——
After Malashenko's car drove past, the Red Army soldiers following behind continued to stride forward to accompany the charge.
A series of sounds like unopened beer bottles filled with beer being smashed suddenly sounded, and countless cylindrical objects suddenly splashed out from the half-covered land and flew straight into the air.
Malashenko, who was in the tank with battlefield noise and engine roar all over his ears, did not hear these dull sounds, but the Red Army soldiers who put themselves in the situation saw all of this, and fear was written on their faces.
The reaction time of more than one second was enough for most people to not have time to make any substantial and effective physical reaction, and most of the Red Army soldiers did not know what the thing that suddenly spewed out of the soil in front of them was.
Only some veterans who had experienced several or even dozens of brutal battles and still survived to this day reacted quickly enough. Knowing that everything was too late, they put down their weapons with a look of fear and instantly lay down on the ground.
The Germans made unscrupulous weapons to ensure quality and quantity, and a tragic scene immediately fell on the heads of the Soviet army, which was the attacking party.
Boom boom boom --
If the sound of the floating soil just breaking through and rushing into the air is like a broken beer bottle, then the explosion that followed is like a complete and unopened beer bottle, which is thrown at the crotch of a person with all its strength, giving the injured person a fatal blow that can penetrate the soul.
Malashenko would never have thought that this group of insidious German grandsons would bury the mines that would cut off their descendants halfway up the mountain where they must attack. He did not expect that the German army, which was so patient, would actually hold this trump card until the last less than 300 meters before detonating it.
He did not expect that the Germans would suddenly transform the S-type anti-infantry mines that usually detonate by pressure into a more insidious killing method that can be controlled at any time, which is manually detonated by electric wires.
The S-type anti-infantry minefield, which stretches for hundreds of meters, has at least hundreds of mines buried in it. The density is so high that there is almost one mine per four square meters, which is enough to instantly knock down any enemy infantry who steps into the minefield without any defense, causing heavy casualties.
But death is not the most terrible thing about the S-type anti-infantry mine. For humans, especially men, who need to rely on conquering women to achieve the pleasure and ultimate goal of life, the most terrible thing about the S-type mine is that it is a real "mine that cuts off descendants", which is worthy of the name!
No matter how the S-type anti-infantry mine is triggered, it will first break through the floating soil and eject to a height of 9 to 5 meters above the ground before detonating. The specific height you want to eject can be set according to the amount of propellant at the bottom of the mine. This is a variable parameter set according to actual combat conditions.
And the height of 9 to 5 meters is enough to cover the crotch position of all European men.
Whether it is a short Viking or a tall Slav, the fan-shaped blasting killing area of the S-type anti-infantry mine is enough to accurately sweep the hundreds of deadly steel balls contained in it into the man's lower abdomen and lower body, using permanent coercive means to "castrate" this man.
No matter how strong the male creature is, he will never endure the humiliation of losing his sexual function in this life.
The S-type anti-infantry mine may not kill all the enemies it hits, but it is almost 100% certain that the "sworn brother" of the person hit will leave this world forever.
Without a man's dignity, living is more terrible than dying for a normal man.
The most successful design of the S-type anti-infantry mine is not about how powerful it is or how good its concealment performance is, but this extremely deadly killing method is enough to make any army in the world fear it like a tiger and talk about it with fear.
Even the Soviet Red Army, armed with firm beliefs, is no exception in front of this S-type anti-infantry mine known for its perversion.
The faint wailing coming from outside the vehicle, which was even louder than the battlefield noise, finally caught Malashenko's attention.
With the lessons learned from the last time, no matter how curious he was, Malashenko would never lean out of the vehicle to have a look on the front battlefield.
Malashenko turned the commander's periscope in his hand and adjusted his view to the rear of the tank. The scene he saw next was so intense that Malashenko could hold his brother tightly.
"Fuck! These Germans who have no sons but no ** are actually using the bomb to cut off their offspring!"
The Red Army soldier, whose intestines were blown all over the ground, had no time to take care of his bloody external organs, but he was holding his bloody crotch and wailing as if his soul was pierced. The shrill wailing made Malashenko, who was cast in homogeneous steel armor across the turret, feel a pain in his balls and anus.
Later scientific research defines the pain of childbirth as level 4 to 6, and makes a comprehensive assessment based on the success or failure of the childbirth process. If it is a normal birth, it is equivalent to level 4, but if it is a difficult birth, it is roughly equivalent to the pain of 20 broken ribs during the entire birth process.
However, if an adult man's two good brothers are hit and exploded by external force at the same time, the instantaneous pain he endures is level 50, which is equivalent to 89 times the level 6 pain of a woman's difficult birth. It is equivalent to the pain of 160 children being born in an instant at the moment when the two good brothers explode, or 3,200 ribs being broken in an instant.
There are rumors in later generations that the Italian Mafia has a very cruel way of execution specifically for traitors.
That is, the traitor is stripped naked, tied up his hands and feet, and buried alive in a pit, leaving only the good brothers exposed to the surface of the soil, and a breathing tube is inserted into the person to ensure that he is not suffocated to death, and then the soil backfilled on the ground is compacted.
The uneven pressure on the human body and poor blood circulation under the soil will cause the good brother to stand continuously. At this time, a golf executioner specially hired by the Italian Mafia will appear and execute the good brother with the power of hitting a golf ball 450 yards (48 meters) in a windless state.
It is said that the local blood pressure after the execution is so strong that the blood column sprayed can reach a height of 5 meters.
However, no one knows what kind of pain the victim will endure in this situation. Even after the loose soil is dug up, the victim will die on the spot with a very hideous expression and oxygen.