Just like what the Red Army soldiers did day after day in the street battles of Stalingrad, when he went down to the vegetable cellar and his feet touched the ground, Malashenko immediately put the AK hanging on his waist in his hands.
While raising his gun and aiming directly in the direction where the enemy might appear, he immediately asked Varosha who was standing next to him.
"I've looked through it with my flashlight. There's nothing in this room, just piles of broken vegetables."
"But there is a corner at the end. It looks like there is a corridor behind it. I don't know what else is there on the other side of the corridor. It's probably the next room. This cellar is bigger than I thought. It's almost as big as a German bunker.
Already."
The vegetable cellar of ordinary people is just a large underground storage warehouse. It is enough to hollow out a large enough volume and take out a whole room. Then build a corridor around and around to connect to the super-large vegetable cellar at the other end.
Rarely seen.
"Leave two soldiers here to guard, take the rest and continue to search! Load the bullets, have the grenades ready, follow my orders and be ready to fight at any time! Move forward!"
"Hand...Grenade???"
Varosha, who blinked twice and was a little confused, didn't have time to say anything. He saw that Malashenko beside him had already taken a step forward. He held the assault rifle in his hand and reached forward to touch it.
What Varosha wants to say is that if you use a grenade in such a tight and small cellar, there is a risk that this damn place will collapse on the spot and all of you will be buried alive underneath.
You must know that it is already late winter and early spring, and the ground has begun to thaw. Although the frozen soil is still very early to completely thaw, it will have to wait at least a few months. However, the soil and deep soil are already rich in water, and the solidity has already been improved.
It's not as good as the freezing cold winter soil. In this case, using a grenade hastily may really collapse the vegetable cellar!
But after all, Varosha had no time to say this. Comrade comrade, who was accustomed to talking less and doing more, was already one step ahead and stepped forward. Knowing that now was not the time to waste time, Varosha waved his hand and left two people behind.
After the 10 soldiers guarded here, they led the remaining five soldiers to protect Malashenko closely and moved up together.
Perhaps because it is connected to the vents, there are gusts of cold wind in this dark, damp and cold vegetable cellar, which is far colder than above the surface.
The soil under my feet was also a little sticky and had the feeling of being stepped on. It was obvious that the soil that had begun to thaw was still mixed with the frozen dirt. The cold wind was cutting my face like a knife and there was a strange feeling on the soles of my feet.
It's really not that wonderful.
"Let's see if you still remember how you left Stalingrad alive. I hope you haven't forgotten the skills you used to survive."
Varosha, who heard this, naturally knew what Malashenko meant, and remained silent without giving any reply to Malashenko. Then he took out a small coin that had been prepared from his jacket pocket.
The stone is held in the palm of the hand.
Looking at the soldier closest to him, Varosha, who clearly knew what to do, waved his right hand vigorously, and the stone he held tightly in his hand immediately resembled a pinball after exchanging information with his eyes.
They also flew out, colliding back and forth in the narrow end corridor, jumping several times, and the sudden sound of gunshots was heard at this moment.
Da da da da da da——
Phew—crack—
"The Kraut's MP40, a gunner! Watch out!"
Throwing stones into the corridor in the blind area of vision, creating a huge abnormal noise, causing the highly concentrated enemy to make a mistake in judgment, and then suddenly fire to expose him. This is one of Varosha's little skills that he tried repeatedly in Stalingrad.
Normal people who have never experienced that bloody battle in hell would have a hard time imagining that a nervous and nervous person would have such a big reaction after suddenly hearing a huge abnormal noise coming from nearby. Only from Stalin
Only the veterans who came out of Gullah alive understand that this situation is completely normal.
Veterans with rich combat experience and narrow escapes from death are often deceived by this trick. They just listen to the sound, regardless of whether they see the person or not, and then stick out the gun tip from behind the corner wall and fire blindly, exposing themselves.
Not to mention the rookie recruits who lacked combat experience and could not withstand the pressure. Many of them fired an entire magazine wildly. When there was no time to change the ammunition, it was estimated that the submachine gun in the German's hand was out of bullets.
The veterans of the Red Army were suddenly rushed out and beaten to death.
Or it can be said that you can roughly judge whether the shooter is a rookie or a veteran based on the length of continuous firing after the enemy is deceived.
Veterans with rich combat experience will never shoot out all the bullets in one breath. Even if they stick out the gun tip and shoot blindly, it will only be a short burst of eight to ten rounds at most.
Firing such a number of bullets is enough to kill people, and firing a few more shots will be of no use. Either the bullets will hit the wall, or they will open a few more holes in the corpse. These two results are nothing more than making people angry.
Your empty magazine puts you in danger.
As a person who pulls the trigger as soon as he hears a noise and directly empties a magazine fully automatically, Varosha can only say that this person generally does not survive half a day on the line of fire in Stalingrad, and it may take two or three hours or even
In a shorter period of time, you will be beaten to a bloody pulp and killed on the spot, whether you are a German or a Red Army soldier.
The so-called valuable experience was gained in exchange for the blood and the lives of the comrades who died tragically around me, nothing more.
That is to say, when Varosha was gesturing to his comrades beside him and sending out his analysis of the situation, the continuous submachine gun fire at the other end of the corridor was still going on.
The magazine does take a little more time.
"Don't use grenades, they don't know our specific number! Prepare in double rows. As soon as the gunfire stops, look at my gesture and rush up immediately! Remember to protect the division commander!"
A series of complicated gestures are actually far less strict than the standards of later special forces. It's just that these combat engineer battalion soldiers who came down to the vegetable cellar are all soldiers of the guard company who have been following Varosha for a long time. They have experienced hundreds of battles and gained experience.
Not only are they proficient, but they have already formed a silent understanding with their leader, and they can understand what they want to express by just making a few gestures.
At the moment when the MP40's continuous firing stopped, Varosha's right hand, which was hanging in the air, suddenly slashed down, sending a signal. The soldiers holding the AK in their hands immediately lined up in two columns and stepped out of the corner, rushing straight towards it.
Go up.
But just in this flash of lightning, an unexpected situation suddenly struck everyone unexpectedly.