Chapter 925: Bunker in the Building

Unlike the offensive German M24 long-handled hand grenade, the Soviet-made F1 fragmentation grenade is a defensive grenade with a completely different design function.

The F1 fragmentation grenade has a lower charge, only 60% of the charge of the 24 long-handled hand grenade, but don't think that the Soviet-made F1 grenade is easy to bully because of the insufficient charge.

This kind of grenade has complete fragmentation grooves around the body when it leaves the factory, unlike the solid iron lump of the M24, which needs to be equipped with an additional fragmentation sleeve to enhance its power.

This defensive grenade has poor lethality against fortifications, bunkers, and solid buildings, and the throwing distance is not as good as the M24 that uses the lever principle. It can fly far away with a flick of the hand, but because the complete and dense fragmentation grooves are dug around the body, the killing effect on infantry is great. In this respect alone, it is much stronger than the M24 with a sleeve on the battlefield.

Two F1 grenades weighing more than a pound were thrown into the room, and they bounced twice on the wall of the room. It was obviously because of the excessive force of the throwing that this happened.

But it was also because of the two bounces on the wall of the room that the German soldiers who fled to the innermost bedroom were chased by the two grenades. Before the German soldiers who were busy running away could come to their senses, they exploded with a loud bang and a burst of fire and smoke instantly rose.

Boom--

The sound of the two grenades exploding almost at the same time was connected, and the smoke and dust in the room caused by the shock wave of the explosion immediately rushed out of the door like a soil dragon.

The two Red Army submachine gunners, who were waiting at the door with their weapons tightly in hand, rushed in with the smoke and dust blowing in their faces. They didn't care about anything and raised their guns to shoot without seeing the target clearly. The dense gunfire of two PPSh submachine guns fired at the same time immediately connected the whole room.

"Follow up, rush up! Quickly!"

The two submachine gunners led the way, and the Red Army soldiers with other weapons in their hands followed and rushed into the room.

The smoke and dust that gradually dissipated gradually settled, and a full five broken bodies of German soldiers fell in front of the bedroom door. The scene of them lying on the ground motionless looked completely cold and dead.

The Red Army soldiers who didn't care about these useless bodies continued to move forward. Clearing every room was the first task that must be completed.

No one knew whether there were still enemies hiding in the bedroom just a stone's throw away. It was just like it was impossible to predict that an enemy with a bayonet in hand, a hideous face and blood on his face would suddenly jump out from behind the blind spot of the wall. Everything happened too suddenly.

"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot quickly!"

"He's on top of you, be careful of accidental injuries!"

Da da da --

A burst of fierce and rapid gunfire, along with the loud shouting of warnings, soon stopped, like a gust of winter wind that came and went quickly.

The German soldier with seven or eight more bullet holes on his back fell on a Red Army submachine gunner and was already dead, and the bayonet he still held tightly in his hand accurately pierced into the chest of the Red Army submachine gunner he was holding down.

The scene of two or three wounds on the chest bleeding at the same time obviously did not kill him on the spot. The young assault rifleman with a sharp knife in his chest but still a breath left was unable to stand up. He was breathing out more than breathing in from his wide-open mouth, and he was mumbling as large groups of blood bubbles were bubbling out like small fountains. It was obvious that he would not live long.

"Damn Germans!"

"Hey, look at me! Open your eyes! Hey! Hey!!!"

"It's useless, comrade squad leader! He can't even speak, there's no hope, we have to keep moving forward!"

The soldier with blood gushing out of his wound and mouth was unable to say a word, but his trembling right hand still reached for the lining of his coat on his chest, handed a bloody letter to his squad leader and held his hand tightly.

"Tutuula"

"Tula? Send this letter to Tula?! Is that so?"

The squad leader's answer was no longer a word he spoke, but a muffled sound as his right hand, stained with blood, lost its last breath and fell to the ground.

Humans are very fragile creatures, even more fragile than many predators in nature.

Humans with flesh and blood can't even resist the sharp teeth of beasts, but it is such humans who have created war machines and various weapons that can massacre any creature in nature.

Dying under cold weapons was rare in the World War II period when hot weapons were highly developed, but it was definitely not a rare event in a century. At least the squad leader, who was holding the bloody envelope tightly in his hand, was already accustomed to the scene in front of him, and even felt numb physically and mentally.

There were no tears, no wailing, no screaming while hugging the corpse

Some people just put the bloody envelope in their arms and kept it properly, then picked up their weapons and marched forward again. The living people always have to carry the unfinished business and last wishes of their deceased comrades and embark on the journey again.

"We have searched everything, comrade squad leader! There are no Germans who have escaped. We have searched under the bed and in the closet. It is safe!"

The safety of a room does not mean the end of the whole battle.

The squad leader replaced the drum of the Bobosha submachine gun in his hand and pushed the bullet into the gun chamber. The hateful Germans still entrenched in the remaining two floors were destined to become the targets of his anger.

"Go forward! Kill all those Fascist lackeys and follow me!"

At the stairway leading to the third floor, Captain Varosha was leading a group of accompanying soldiers in a fierce battle with the German troops who were condescendingly occupying the favorable terrain at the stairway above.

No one denies that the Germans' IQ was absolutely sufficient during the war.

In order to prevent the Soviets from throwing grenades up, these German soldiers actually built a wall with bricks at the stairwell of the third floor.

The cracks in the bricks were also specially reinforced with concrete to ensure that they could withstand the close-range explosions of ordinary grenades and would not be blown down. The entire square wall blocked the stairwell on the third floor, leaving only one door. I don’t know where it came from. The armored door panel was removed from the unfortunately scrapped armored vehicle, and two machine gun shooting holes were opened on it, and two MG34 general-purpose machine guns were poked out from the left and right.

The ferocious and continuous machine gun fire overwhelmed Captain Varosha and his party. The few grenades thrown at him had no effect except that they almost blew up the stairwell. The iron door of the armored vehicle that looked as brittle as paper still stood. It spits out tongues of fire.