Chapter 1610 Generous Sacrifice

Zhukov's leg was broken, but he still stood, his eyes looking at the German in front of him, full of disdain.

At this time, the back has become a world in flames, and the fiery fireball formed by the fiery red explosion rolled backwards, so that a few kilometers away from the center of the explosion, the heat wave could also be felt. Zhukov stood out against such a fireball, and his stature seemed so small.

The grenade in Zhukov's hand was pulled away from the rope, and white smoke was billowing from it. It was impossible for him to throw it at a distance of several hundred meters. It was destined to be an honorable list.

"Long live the Soviets!" Zhukov shouted loudly.

"Boom!" As soon as the voice fell, the grenade exploded, and the shrapnel scattered in all directions. Zhukov, who was next to the grenade, was immediately torn into pieces by the explosion of the grenade, and spread in all directions.

In the air, the smell of barbecue is constantly coming. Several tankers in the rat tank have an inexplicable feeling in their hearts. Since the start of the war, they have seen too many Soviet soldiers who surrendered. I have seen all kinds of renegade generals.

A very common situation is that the lower-level soldiers may fight to the death, but many of the upper-level generals are greedy for life and fear of death, and there is no psychological burden to surrender.

And now, the suicide of the Soviet general in front of him is too shocking. He would rather detonate a grenade than let the Germans capture him.

At this moment, Hans finally remembered the photos he had seen before: "Zhukov, he is the most important officer under Stalin, the defender of Moscow, Zhukov!"

At this time, Hans was also in a very complicated mood. If Zhukov was captured, it would definitely be the biggest blow to the Soviets, even surpassing Stalin, because Zhukov's military talent had already surpassed Stalin's.

Now, he is dead.

"Commander, the commander's order has come down, asking us to attack." At this moment, the radio operator in the car shouted.

attack!

Although the thermobaric bomb killed most of the Soviet soldiers, at least a million Soviet soldiers were wiped out at once, but there were still many people left, such as those in the area between the German positions and the flames, and some Running out of the Soviet soldiers.

Behind them is the fire, the oxygen-free zone, and in front of them is the German position, at this time they are in a dilemma.

go ahead!

The driver, Schmidt, stepped on the accelerator hard, and the aircraft engine at the rear whistled. In the rumbling sound, a huge electric current stimulated the motors on both sides, driving the tracks and starting to move forward.

It climbed the hill with ease, revealing the shape of a huge rat tank.

Behind the rat tank, followed by a team of infantry, in the current battlefield, the tank takes the lead and the infantry follows, which is already the most common way.

The rat tank rolled over the small dirt slope, and a stream of black smoke emerged from the tail, and moved forward.

A few hundred meters away, there was a patch of corpses, all of which they had just shot dead with machine guns.

The accelerator under Schmidt's feet did not decrease, and it was about to start with a rumble.

"Stop, go around," Hans shouted.

Schmidt glanced back in confusion, then began to turn the control panel in front of him.

If it's an ordinary Soviet soldier, it's a crush, they don't care how much blood is on their tank.

However, the corpse in front was covered with an indistinct layer of minced flesh, which was part of Zhukov's body. Hans respects Zhukov, a tiger general. At least from the perspective of Zhukov's generous sacrifice just now, it is disrespectful to crush a part of Zhukov's body.

Go around.

The rat tank went around in a circle, passing by the pile of dead people on this side, and the German soldiers who followed also circled for a while, advancing behind the tank.

When they passed through, it was the second-tier servants, the Italian army.

Almost all of the tough bones were fought by Germany, with the servants behind, mainly to clean up the battlefield. Germany did not believe in the combat effectiveness of the servants.

Those burned corpses, including those at the center of the explosion, were directly cremated, and these outside corpses needed to be collected and burned together.

It was summer, and if the corpses were not disposed of quickly, they would rot and produce a terrible plague.

"Why let us do this kind of work." An Italian soldier kept muttering, and he and his companions lifted up a corpse.

Originally, the quality of people before and after death has not changed. There are still so many. However, a living person can be picked up by one person, and a dead person can be carried hard by both of them. This is simply unsolved by nature. mystery of.

The two carried a corpse, walked towards the truck behind, pulled the corpse together, burned it first, and then buried it, otherwise the hole to be dug would be too big.

"This is a good job." Another Italian soldier said, reaching out to touch another corpse on the ground, first taking off the watch on the corpse.

It's time to clean the battlefield, but also to search for loot!

Germany is disdainful of cleaning the battlefield. On the one hand, the German army is well paid and the soldiers are treated very well. On the other hand, for them, fighting is the most noble, and cleaning the battlefield is low.

Well, today's harvest is good, the watch can be sold for almost ten euros.

Find something else.

Just after he opened the body, a woman's body was revealed.

On the battlefield, more and more Soviet women have been found, which shows that the Soviets have run out of resources and they have to rely on women to go to the battlefield.

Well, this woman looks good, tsk tsk.

Just when there was something in his mind, suddenly, the corpse on the ground moved, and the eyes suddenly opened on the blood-stained head.

"Go to hell!" Lyudmila shouted loudly.

When Zhukov fired the grenade, Lyudmila's tears were about to fall. Although there was almost no intersection with Zhukov, the generosity of Zhukov's sacrifice still moved Lyudmila very much.

However, Lyudmila will not die like that, Zhukov is afraid of being captured, and Lyudmila does not have to worry, she is going to die, but she has to be pulled back!

Lyudmila pulled the grenade away, and then, holding the grenade in her hand, her two arms tightly hugged the Italian soldier's thigh. Although he was not German, Italy was fine. They were all invaders.

"Long live the Soviets!" Lyudmila shouted loudly, imitating Zhukov just now.

The grenade was still smoking.