The German major who tried to stop the rout by himself was shot to death by a veteran who had been retired for several years but was now drafted into the army a second time due to a shortage of soldiers.
The Walter pistol, which is far less noble and luxurious than the Ruger pistol, snatches away the souls of the dead.
He shot the officer to death, who he didn't even recognize, and put the Walter pistol tightly in his right hand back into the holster and put it away. The face of the German squad leader who had personally committed such an evil act that could warrant being shot.
At this moment, there is no regret at all.
"If you still want to live, come with me. If you want to go back and die, you can lubricate the tracks of the Russian tanks as you like."
There was no extra nonsense and there was no need for it. His face was calm, as if he had done an ordinary thing. The German squad leader then waved his hand and continued with a few subordinate soldiers who were loyal to him.
"Forward" and continued to run towards the established escape route.
Among the dozen or so German soldiers left behind were squad leaders and ordinary soldiers. They looked at the running backs of those who didn’t know whether they could still be called comrades, and then glanced at the nervous twitching at their feet.
The major was shot even though he was still alive. The answer to whether he should stay or go was already known at this time.
"I don't want to stay here and die. Mueller and I are leaving. You...don't stop me. I'm the only one left in our class. No one cares about me. I don't want to stay here anymore."
The first person bravely stood up and spoke his mind, and the second person who also had the same idea followed closely behind.
"There's no time to waste. You can do whatever you want. I'm leaving."
This veteran's behavior was even more decisive. After uttering a sentence, he didn't even care whether he had an answer or not. He just ran away at a speed that could probably keep up with the sprint champions in ordinary school sports games.
After the two men ran away, the remaining German soldiers looked at each other in confusion, and the final choices they made were surprisingly consistent.
What? What was the final choice you asked?
Fuck! What the hell can you do besides running away? Everyone has been shot dead. If you don’t run now, are you really going to stay here and wait for death? Any fool knows that a flesh and blood body can resist the steel monster of the Russians.
It's outrageous that an egg hits a rock!
It doesn't really matter whether the remaining German troops who chose to hold on saw that their comrades had "lost too much khaki". What was important was that the Russian heavy tanks and steel monsters had really crushed them in the face. It was time for them to fight for the enemy.
Your own choices have the final result and price.
"Don't...I vote..."
"Damn Russians, die!"
"ah!!!!!"
In this life, people always have to say something before they die. Sometimes it is to explain the funeral arrangements, sometimes it is to kiss a loved one goodbye, sometimes it is to beg the person who controls your life and death to stop being cruel, sometimes it is to yell in despair and unwillingness.
To vent their emotions, those German soldiers who chose to hold on could only take advantage of the latter two possibilities at this moment.
Kakakaka——
Plop——
The sound of the steel tracks grinding continuously was extremely harsh. The heavy steel body of more than fifty tons drove the tracks forward, squeezing the mortal flesh and blood instantly like a balloon filled with water, crushing it into pieces.
A pile of exploded debris.
Not only is blood splattering, but also body fragments, broken bones and rotten flesh are scattered everywhere. This is the scene when a human body filled with blood and water is forcibly squeezed by external forces. The pressure is so great that it can even break things like eyeballs. It was forcefully squeezed out of the eye socket and flew out.
Does it sound cruel and bloody?
But this is the real battlefield.
A person who is crushed to death by a tank is several times, dozens of times more miserable than anyone who dies in a car accident in the 21st century.
After more than 50 tons of steel roared past with a roar of black smoke, the Red Army soldiers who were charging forward on foot following their own tanks could see that there was an extra picture of German soldiers on the originally muddy road under their feet. The uniformed "De Pancake" is, yes, not a German stick but a genuine "De Pancake". These are two completely different types of things.
Some "German cakes" even come with other things, such as an M35 helmet that has been crushed from a hemispherical shape into an iron sheet. The iron sheet also has very clear and visible track pattern, which is absolutely One-time stamping and molding, no rework.
"Damn Fascist lackeys, you deserve it! Bah!"
Not only did they not feel any pity, but the Red Army soldiers looked at such a bloody scene at their feet, and they even spit on the "German cake" in disgust.
The sight of tanks crushing people to death has long been accustomed to the infantry soldiers of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division, and no one will feel any discomfort or nausea from it. It would be better to say that seeing the invasion of their own motherland and homeland, they will still regret it until they die. It is more appropriate that the stubborn German guy ended up like this, and the strong desire for revenge in his heart finally got some satisfaction and comfort.
All in all, the German died well, died wonderfully, and died screaming.
It would be better if there were more dead points, or even if all of them died, it would be the perfect ending.
To achieve such a perfect ending, these elite Red Army soldiers need to be transformed into practitioners to execute it personally. Every soldier who charges forward is very happy in his heart.
"All crews, prepare main guns! Aim at the fleeing Germans and fire grenades directly at me!"
Almost all the German troops who had truly come into close contact were cleared away, and the only ones left were the other Germans who turned their backs to the Red Army and were running as fast as they could.
Since there is no close contact with one's own side or a fight, it is only natural to use 122 heirlooms to directly target and serve.
The 122 Heirloom main guns loaded with high-explosive shells began to stop and aim one after another, pointing accurately. Seeing this, the Red Army soldiers who had already cooperated with their own tanks immediately began to take action. One by one, they spontaneously moved away from the muzzle of the tank's main gun. The further away, the better. It is best to hide behind the tank to avoid the strong muzzle shock wave and loud roar when the gun is fired.
If you get too close, it's entirely possible for your ears to vibrate.
"fire!"
Boom boom boom——
The German deserters who kept running back probably would never have imagined that those Russians, who even found machine guns too slow to kill people, would be so extravagant as to use 122 large-tube high-explosive grenades to send themselves on their way. Take the last leg of your life.
The high-explosive grenade that escaped from the gun flew to the target in the blink of an eye, followed by a mighty and violent explosion the moment it hit the ground. All living creatures within the range were annihilated in the flames. Among the smoke and dust.