Chapter 2379 Welcome to the World of Craters (Part 2)

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2379 Welcome to the World of Craters (Part 2)

Leading the troops to continue moving forward, Malashenko soon encountered the "final surprises" that were already ready to leave for him - super huge pits left after the bombing of the extra-large 5-ton gas tank.

When Malashenko encountered the first gas tank pit, he found that the soldiers were looking around the pit and watching the spot.

It is logical that such behavior is forbidden on the battlefield. Leaders who are known for their rich combat experience and a high proportion of veterans should not have such a situation.

But Malashenko knew what was behind this seemingly abnormal situation, just because the pit was so big that it was so big that he sat in a tank, and there was still a distance away from it. At this glance, he felt that the pit was really so big that it was so big.

Just a rough estimate, the diameter of this super giant pit starts at least twenty meters, which may not be much different from thirty meters. Compared with the Red Army heavy artillery craters that often take one or two meters to calculate, this is simply a father-level, no, a grandpa-level boss pit.

There were no signs of German activities around this pit, and even a slight sign of German activities no longer existed. Even if Malashenko knew that there must have been German troops in this place, and there were still a large number of German troops who had existed, there were no traces.

Everything you can see is scorched earth. The breath of destruction floats in the air with the smell of blood and corpses. The remaining smell of gunpowder silently tells that this place is not a real slaughterhouse, but a battlefield.

Malashenko ordered the car to continue moving forward, and soon the guards of other Stalin tanks and soldiers around came down to the edge of the pit. When he turned around, he saw that the soldiers who were commanding the car were driving up, he immediately made way. When the huge No. 177 IS7 heavy tank slowly stopped, someone quietly emerged from the unveiled turret cap.

"Who is responsible for the command here?"

Malashenko did not get out of the car, but half of his body poked out his turret to ask the soldiers under the car. Then a soldier holding an AK came forward and stood attentively saluted.

"It's me, the division commander, and the second lieutenant Vorokov led the team to report to you."

"Um"

Malashenko refused to comment, just responded casually, then held the edge of the turret with both hands and scanned everything under the surrounding cars, revealing the surrounding battlefield scenes.

There is no sign of German soldiers' survival, and there is no evidence that this place was once a complete position or trenches, traffic trenches and other things.

Floating soil, the only thing that Marashenko saw was countless, deep or shallow floating soil layers. Those loose grainy soils covered the surface shallowly, the large ones were as big as fists, and the small ones were only the size of fingernails. As for the small ones, the level of soil residue, which could not be distinguished by the naked eye.

You don’t have to try it with your feet. Just a glance is enough to know the feeling of stepping on this thing, which is definitely the same as stepping on a sponge or bread.

Marashenko, who looked around, couldn't even find a tree, or half a branch or a tree stump.

There are trees in the photo I remember, and they can be seen near and far away. Marashenko remembers it very clearly. But now he can't even find a little bit of the vegetation trees, as if they have disappeared out of thin air, and they are completely gone.

Looking around, looking around, looking around, and looking at the car in front of me, Marashenko, who really didn't find anything valuable, couldn't help but speak again.

"Why don't you keep moving forward, lieutenant, will you stay here with your soldiers and see what the special meaning will be?"

Malashenko did not deliberately find fault, but wanted to ask about the battle situation of the second lieutenant, but he did not expect that the latter's answer really surprised me.

"We have advanced once without orders, Comrade Commander. We are the first wave of troops rushing up. Comrade Commander only asked our platoon to tear a hole to take down the enemy's outermost position and defend it."

"But after rushing up, I found that no enemies were fighting with us, we could not find the target, nor did the enemy attack our defense. I felt that I could not wait, so I had to do something, so I led the soldiers to move forward until I walked forward a few hundred meters and arrived here, beside this big pit."

"All this is completely different from what we imagined. We don't know if we should continue to move forward and go to that. We were about to go to the infantry chariot to ask for orders on radio when we happened to meet you."

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It seems that the information sent back from the frontier troops not long ago was correct. The first attacking troops rushed to the upper half of the slope defense line and encountered no resistance at all. They marched through the outermost defense zone like walking on the street, and did not even see a living German man.

With previous reports and the lieutenant's personal oral statement, Malashenko believed how powerful the 18 gas tanks supported by hell shelling were. It could completely erase the Germans from this world, just like right-clicking the computer desktop, clearing the recycling bin and formatting the disk without leaving any trace, but there is still a problem that has not been solved.

"Didn't you see a German guy since you rushed up? You didn't see a living or dead?"

If you don’t see the living, you can be dead.

Marashenko still doesn't believe that on such an important line of defense, if the Germans can be bombarded by that hour and 18 gas tanks, the molecular structure will be completely gone. It will leave even a trace, right? Well? It should be done, right?

This time, Comrade lieutenant's answer did not disappoint Marashenko.

"Some, comrade instructor, I saw it, and I was there."

Following the direction of the second lieutenant's finger, Malashenko found something in the soil at the feet of several soldiers not far away. It was like a small tip that had just emerged from the ground. At first glance, I couldn't even see it clearly.

"Is that one hand?"

Before Malashenko's questions fell, the second lieutenant's answer blurted out immediately.

"Yes, comrade instructor, one hand."

"We have come to the present, and this is the only German guy we see. I don't know whether they were killed by the bomb or suffocated, but they were all buried in the soil. Just now, Vasily almost fell down in a floating soil pit, and immediately tripped a human leg out of her feet."

"When I looked back, I found that it was a broken leg, only the thigh to the calves, and my feet disappeared, and I didn't know who the owner was. There was also a hand that emerged from the soil in this way, with almost all kinds of postures, but not too many. I guess more Germans should have been buried deeper, and they should have been buried alive in anti-cannon holes."
Chapter completed!