When a crumbling building is about to collapse, the people inside will always try their best to escape and save their lives, even the SS soldiers who are about to be smashed to death in the house.
"Run! Run quickly, the house is going to collapse! We can't defend here!"
"Get up! The Russian tanks are coming. If you don't want to die, get up quickly!"
"Rock, a big rock is coming down! Get out of the way!"
The Red Army soldiers were not architectural engineers, but even so, they could still see which part of the stone house in front of them had been destroyed the most fatally, namely the high spire on the roof, which had a very religious flavor.
No one knows what this place was originally used for. Maybe it was to house a big clock? In short, that is all in the past tense.
Now, it's just an empty rooftop spire, nothing more.
A 122mm high-explosive grenade hit the outer wall of the minaret directly. The violent explosion shook the earth and released raging fire that devoured everything around it. Even the rocks flying in the air were destroyed.
The blazing waves of flames licked the ground hot.
The spire, which is not small in size, still retains its approximate appearance when it was broken. It fell straight down with the huge gravity acceleration due to the loss of load-bearing support, and fell straight down.
Although some SS soldiers with sharp eyes and quick reactions had issued warnings in advance, most of the soldiers, whose whole bodies were weakened by the violent bombardment of the building by 122mm high-explosive grenades, were acting in a way that even their consciousness was somewhat blurred.
I couldn't figure it out, my ears were buzzing as I listened to all this.
Only some people were able to respond in time, while others were still struggling to get up from the ground when the top of the tower fell, and there was simply not enough time to escape.
The huge broken spire instantly fell to the ground with a loud roar, and the scattered smoke and dust were like a sudden sandstorm, sweeping over the church that had not completely collapsed in the blink of an eye.
The scattered smoke and dust that filled the air and blocked the view went away as quickly as it came.
When everything was settled, the surviving SS soldiers who had just had a brush with death saw a miserable scene that they had never imagined before.
A few unlucky guys who couldn't dodge were instantly smashed into a pulp under the spire that looked bigger than a barrel truck.
If people were just beaten to death, there wouldn't be much to say, and it wouldn't make people sick. In the war purgatory with unlimited supply of blood and corpses on the Eastern Front battlefield, if you can't even adapt to this level, then you're gone.
Death is not far away.
But the crux of the problem is that by coincidence, the few SS soldiers who were killed were not photographed whole under the tower.
Either the head of a good person was crushed by the tower, and the body from the neck down was exposed outside the stone ruins.
Not long after death, the corpse even had the last leg movements driven by its consciousness before death, twitching continuously for two or three times. The corpse's last conditioned reflex looked quite scary, as if
The headless corpse may stand up at any time.
This is not the only unlucky guy, there is another one next to him.
"Save me! Ahhh! Save me, pull me out, pull me out..."
It's like wearing headphones and listening to a song on the Internet, but your phone suddenly runs out of battery during the climax. It has roughly the same meaning.
The last second he was still wailing miserably and calling for help, scratching and slapping the ground with his two claws, calling for his teammates to help him.
But in the next second, the whole person stopped suddenly like a machine or digital product that suddenly ran out of power, and there was no more sound.
Everything from the chest down, covering the entire waist to the soles of the feet, was crushed under the tower and smashed into pulp. This method of death was actually not much different from the ancient method of cutting in half.
With a surging blood loss, the last few moments of his life can only be used by the unfortunate guy to yell a few times to get rid of the problem. Even if he wants to yell one more sentence, it is an unattainable luxury.
Are these two unlucky guys the only ones who were smashed to death?
Of course not, who knows how many lumps of meat and mud are still buried under the rubble at the top of the tower.
It's just that no one has the time or thought to take care of all this at the moment. The truth that a dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist is applicable to any corner of the world.
What do you have to do with me after you've been beaten to a bloody pulp? Is it possible for a living person to risk his life for a dead person?
"Quick! Stop looking and get out of here! It's going to collapse!"
The last few survivors realized that their lives were still in danger. They bent down and picked up their weapons that fell on the ground and ran out immediately.
The last few SS soldiers ran wildly at the risk of their lives, followed by rubbles that continued to fall from heights.
Whether teammates fell behind or were smashed to death behind them is no longer important now!
Not to mention rescuing people, whoever dares to stop and look back now will undoubtedly die and be reduced to a pulp.
At the end of the desperate run, he reached out and touched the half-open wooden door of the church. There were four SS soldiers in total.
The four good brothers didn't dare to stop their movements at all. They almost flew on the spot, flew forward and slammed into the church with their shoulders. The half-open wooden door of the church, which happened to be a push-open design, was directly knocked open.
, four strong German men weighing about 100 pounds immediately threw themselves on the ground with the standard dog-eating movement, and instantly took a mouthful of clods of soil.
But fortunately, from this moment on, the church ruins behind him had completely collapsed into rubble, and they no longer had any relationship with me. The four people who ran like crazy finally escaped.
"Huh...huh...successed! We succeeded, we escaped!"
"Ha...I almost thought I was dead. It seems that my luck is not over yet."
Is the luck really running out?
At least the SS soldier who didn't look back at the ruins behind him, but looked forward, didn't think so.
"... Throw the gun away first, and then look back. Listen to me."
Lavrinenko, who had always been disdainful of the German language, could not understand what these German ghosts in front of him, who were all rustic and dressed in rags like beggars, were talking about.
However, Lavrinenko could indeed understand the wonderful expressions on the faces of these four SS soldiers looking at him.
Or to put it another way, it was the incomparable expression of the Red Army soldiers after seeing the fifty-ton vehicle under him, the 122mm thick pipe already aimed at the target, and the dozens of loaded guns and live ammunition next to the tank, aiming at the enemy.
"I swear to the great Comrade Stalin, I love to see the expressions of these fascist bastards! I can't get enough of them in my life!"