Chapter 930 Volunteer Assistant

The time that the two fuel tanks could continue to be pressurized and sprayed was not long. Thinking that if they were not completely burned out, Captain Varosha immediately ordered the flames to be turned off. There must be some fuel left in case of emergencies.

The temporary end of the flamethrower does not mean the end of preparations for the actual attack.

Captain Varosha, who was sure that the Germans were definitely not dead yet, made another gesture. The knowing soldiers beside him immediately took off the F1 grenades hanging from their waists, pulled out the tabs and delayed for one second. Then he threw it over his head towards the fourth floor that had just been burned by fire.

Boom——Boom——

The dull sound of several consecutive grenade explosions not only lingered in the air, but the violent shock wave generated by the explosion also extinguished and blew away a considerable part of the flames that were very close. The fire on the fourth floor that was originally burning was reduced by more than half.

"Follow me!"

Captain Varosha, who had no need to talk nonsense, rushed out as soon as the explosion sounded. He ran up the steps of the fourth floor, which was not too high, with eyes as big as two copper bells. Carefully searching for any corner where the enemy might be hiding, the index finger of his right hand that had been resting on the trigger never dropped.

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The hot air was filled with the smell of burnt corpses, but the rich aroma of barbecue could not whet your appetite at all.

A dozen charred corpses with unextinguished flames still on their bodies lay scattered on the floor. Judging from the sizzling oil and charred and carbonized state, there was no need to check whether they were still alive. This was simply unnecessary.

In the living room on the fourth floor, which had been plowed by flamethrowers, there was no sign of any living creature other than Red Army soldiers. The only moving things were the flames still beating on the wooden furniture.

"I may be crazy, but I feel like all those Germans were burned to death. It doesn't look like there are anyone alive."

Captain Varosha's eyelids twitched slightly, and his entire face clearly showed that he did not agree with this statement.

"Throw everything you said after "crazy" into the trash can, keep your eyes open, and search!"

This hellish street fight that knocked the dog's brains out made Captain Varosha understand something.

When a person is most desperate before he has a premonition that he is about to die, he can do anything. In the previous battles, he had encountered German soldiers who had survived several times hiding under the bed, in the closet, and even using the ruins of collapsed masonry to hide their bodies. Bury yourself, leaving only a crack to breathe.

Most of these German soldiers were afraid of what would happen if they were caught by the Red Army, but there were also a few lunatics who wanted to draw a few more enemies to their backs before they died. They either held submachine guns loaded with bullets or held them in their hands. A grenade, ready to hit the Red Army soldiers when they are most lazy when their backs are turned.

What Captain Varosha was worried about was not those German cowards who were greedy for life and fear of death, but what he was worried about was that these lunatic-like last survivors suddenly appeared out of nowhere and took advantage of them.

It has happened before that friendly forces missed nearly one Bande soldier in a building due to incomplete searches.

The result was that less than a squad of German soldiers, under the leadership of a lunatic sergeant, fought back directly towards the Red Army team that had continued to advance.

The various small weapons in their hands opened fire at the same time. The Red Army soldiers who were launching a fierce attack on the enemy in front of them were caught off guard by the bullets coming from behind. The originally orderly offensive formation immediately became chaotic.

Dozens of Red Army soldiers were thrown to the ground in such a confused manner with their backs to the enemy, and lost their lives. If the number of missed German soldiers was not small, the casualties would have been even greater, and even this wave of attacks fell short. Not impossible.

Captain Varosha heard that the platoon leader who led the team to attack the building was dismissed for review. Although from Captain Varosha's own point of view, he did not think it was all the platoon leader's fault. To be precise, Everyone makes mistakes on the battlefield. What's more, it is extremely difficult to search an entire building, not missing any corner, and finding all enemies who may be hiding.

However, when something goes wrong, someone has to stand up and take responsibility, and the platoon leader who leads the team to attack the building and serves as the field commander is undoubtedly the most suitable one.

Captain Varosha could only say that he understood the result, but he did not want similar tragedies to happen to him again. He would rather slow down the attack pace and not miss any corner where the enemy might be hiding.

"Stop! There seems to be movement in the bedroom!"

Captain Varosha, who had just taken two steps forward, was convinced that he clearly heard the sound that was difficult to detect. There should be some things in the back bedroom that were not affected by the flames when the door was closed and were worthy of shooting. existence hiding inside.

If there is movement in a small space like a bedroom, there is no need to worry about the Germans planting booby traps and bombs, unless these madmen really risk their lives and plan to die together, but Captain Varosha has never seen such a level of madness to self-destruct. With the appearance of the German guy, there was naturally no reason to be unnecessarily worried.

"Three, two, one kick!"

boom--

Captain Varosha and the accompanying platoon leader, who were standing by the bedroom door on the left and right, acted at the same time, using all the strength of their legs to kick open the door panel with two large military boots. The muzzle of the Bobosha submachine gun, which reacted extremely quickly, was already pointed in the direction where the enemy might appear before the outstretched leg was completely retracted.

"lay down your weapon!"

"Surrender immediately!"

Captain Valosha, who could only speak two simple German sentences, and the accompanying platoon leader each had a line. A large number of Red Army soldiers behind them rushed into the room and quickly pointed their weapons at the seemingly unarmed German soldier standing at the window.

"I don't want to join the Germans, I don't want to join them! I don't want to do this myself! They forced me to do it. If I don't do it, they will kill me. This is not my own will!"

Captain Valosha was surprised to hear this. The German soldier standing at the window spoke pure Russian, even with the accent of the local people in Stalingrad.

Just from this point, it can be judged that this guy in German skin is definitely a Soviet, at least he used to be.

"He is a volunteer assistant of those Germans. He may have been forcibly captured from the prisoner-of-war camp. He looks like"

Due to the early siege operations and the subsequent siege by the Soviet army, he suffered a lot of casualties and could not get reinforcements.

In order to strengthen the number of troops, the Sixth Army, which was forced to do so, recruited many anti-Bolsheviks, prisoners and hooligans who had been imprisoned in prison, and captured Red Army soldiers to reorganize the troops. Many of them were reluctant at first, but after putting on the German skin to save their lives, their fate was doomed.

After all, everyone knows that traitors have no tomorrow

Captain Valosha, who was reminded by the platoon leader beside him, was in a complicated mood.

The young man standing by the window looked even less than 20 years old, just like a big boy who had just grown up. The panic and uneasiness in the other person's eyes were real, and judging from Captain Valosha's life experience, the eyes and the words he said should not be false. Eyes, as windows to the soul, are often the most unpredictable existence.

Captain Valosha knew very well that even if such people in front of him were captured, they would end up being taken away by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. With the continuous advancement of the Stalingrad counter-offensive, more and more "volunteer assistants" began to be captured by the Red Army.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs even sent some people to the front-line troops to receive and interrogate these captured traitors one by one.

There are usually only two outcomes for traitors: death or labor camps, neither of which is considered good.

Captain Varosha, who was unwilling to give up, made a decision to step forward, quietly pointed the muzzle of the gun in his hand downward, and stretched out his right hand towards the big boy standing by the window in fear.

"I have no chance! I know what my fate will be, I know, of course I know!"

The already shaky wooden window frame could no longer withstand the impact of the body, and the few remaining small pieces of glass shards fell straight down, along with the big boy whose name Captain Varosha had not yet asked.