Chapter 929 We Are All Monsters

The vanguard Red Army soldiers holding various light weapons rushed so fast that the soldiers following closely behind, carrying flamethrowers weighing dozens of kilograms, could not keep up with their teammates.

Especially in the stairwell from the second floor to the third floor, which was almost completely blown up by explosive packs, the more than two-meter-wide upward chasm was nothing for ordinary Red Army soldiers. They could jump over it with two steps of running and a big leap. Those with longer legs and taller stature could even jump over it with a light jump.

But for this soldier who was wearing a steel helmet on his head, a bulletproof chest armor, two large steel cylinders of flamethrower fuel on his back, a hose connecting the spray gun, and an extra PPSh submachine gun as a self-defense weapon, this distance of more than two meters was simply too difficult, so difficult that it was like a chasm that he had no confidence that he could jump over it.

The soldiers who fell behind had no other choice but to take off their equipment and gear one by one and throw them over the more than two-meter-wide chasm by themselves.

When he felt that he was able to jump over, another soldier who was running to find someone suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Oh, damn! Nasikov, you idiot! I thought you were killed by the Germans. I looked through several bodies but couldn't find you! The company commander is calling you over. You need a flamethrower to attack the fourth floor. What are you doing?"

After glancing at his classmate and the equipment he had thrown to the opposite side, Nasikov, who looked a little embarrassed, answered.

"You've seen it all. The things I'm carrying are too heavy! I have to take them off before I can jump over."

"Take them off? Why don't you call for help? You can jump over with just two people pulling you. You don't have to do that."

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"I think he probably feels a little embarrassed. Just take it as it is."

Although there was a little episode, the flamethrower support called by Captain Valosha finally arrived quickly and was ready. The ignited spray gun nozzle was already burning with blazing flames, ready to release energy to burn everything at any time.

"No need to go upstairs, aim at the ceiling! The flame splash will burn the Germans! Burn them to death here!"

Captain Valosha, who reached out and grabbed Nasikov's shoulder, gave orders based on his experience.

If a flamethrower carrying heavy equipment is too far forward, it is easy to become the enemy's most ideal target. It is a good idea to use flame splash to eliminate the enemy in an invisible shooting blind spot. The ferocious fire dragon of pressurized spray will cause a terrible rebound and swirl effect in a small indoor space.

In other words, there is no need to aim directly at the enemy, just aim at a general direction.

"I understand, comrade company commander!"

After receiving the accurate order from Captain Varosha, Nasikov raised the spray gun with jumping flames in his hand, and aimed the muzzle of the weapon diagonally at the ceiling just a few meters above his head. After gently pulling the trigger, a swift dragon of fire instantly spurted out.

Boom——

"Ahhhh!!!!!!!"

The heart-wrenching scream of pain, like a pig being slaughtered, came so fast that it almost echoed with the sound of the flames spurting out, and even had the potential to cover the sound of the swift dragon of fire that was transformed into pressurized fuel.

As if he didn't hear the painful wailing at all, Nasikov continued to fire rhythmically and pulled the trigger, changing the spray direction from time to time for fear that the flames would not cover the surface evenly enough, and that the Germans on the fourth floor would not feel the warmth and enthusiasm of Soviet communism.

Captain Varosha, holding his weapon tightly, was waiting in the stairwell, crouching down and waiting. He thought the flames were not fierce enough and decided to continue spraying for a while before leading the charge. He wanted to reduce unnecessary casualties as much as possible, and it would be best if there were no more.

Captain Varosha, who was serious, was quietly waiting for his chance, but the other Red Army soldiers who were also crouching down and holding their weapons tightly in the corridor were not like this. Some of them began to smile sincerely as their screams of pain became more intense.

"Hey, what are you grinning about? Be serious, this is a war."

The tone of the first opening was half-joking, and there was no seriousness in it. The tone of the next answer was similar.

"Listen to this sound, how beautiful! This is the most beautiful sound I have heard in Stalingrad in half a year. I can swear! If I can listen to this sound before going to bed at night, I will definitely sleep peacefully until the next morning."

Such words came from the mouth of a perverted murderer?

No, at least the other Red Army soldiers who were fighting to defend their motherland and their homeland didn't think so, and even nodded in approval and agreed.

"Let's burn it, let these Germans burn for a while, I can smell the smell of barbecue now."

"Hey, no one feels sorry for them, what kind of opponent do these fascist pigs think they have provoked? They provoked the most powerful enemy they can't afford to offend!"

"It's better to burn more to death, so we can save some bullets when we go up later, and it's best to burn them all to death."

"No, no, no, it's better to burn them slowly, why shoot? Isn't it better to let those fascist pigs slowly roast into jerky?"

There is no need to stop such words. Captain Varosha, who has been leading soldiers at the grassroots level for a long time, knows that this is a reflection of the soldiers' high morale and high morale.

The veterans who have survived such brutal street fighting in Stalingrad can be said to be extremely experienced urban hunters.

These urban hunters do not distinguish between Soviet and German uniforms, high and low means, or age, and they have no mercy or sympathy for the enemy.

What? You ask where are the people with sympathy and compassion?

There are hundreds of graves of 100, 1,000, or even 10,000 people in the city. The graves are filled with the bodies of people with sympathy and compassion who have turned into soil fertilizer, but they will never have the opportunity to speak in person about how great their sympathy and compassion for the enemy is.

Just yesterday, a German captain whose tongue was caught by a Red Army scout in the middle of the night was tied to a chair and scolded the Russians for not following the rules and not observing military honor. He used all kinds of low-level rogue tactics to exhaust the German army. At the end, he did not forget to curse loudly with spit flying: The Russians are a group of inhuman monsters distorted by war.

Captain Varosha, who was personally interrogating the man, was dismissive of this. With a strange smile on his face, he came to the German captain tied to the chair and spoke quietly.

"Well said, that's how we are! But I will add one more sentence for you. Remember it and you can tell your God the whole story later."

"This war started by you fascist bastards has turned all the living people in this city into monsters!"