Everyone thought that there was only one gunman at the end of the corridor, and there seemed to be no reason for the enemy not to fire at the same time, at least according to common sense.
However, the cruel reality proved once again that everyone was wrong, and the wrong was extremely wrong.
That is to say, just when the soldiers began to grasp the steel guns in their hands tightly, and the cat lowered his body and rushed forward, a vague figure with only a rough outline flashed out in the darkness at the end of the corridor, holding tightly in his hands.
The weapon spurted out fierce and blazing tongues of fire before the warriors could react.
Da da da da da——
"Well......"
"Encountered an enemy! There is another one, shoot! Shoot! Shoot quickly!!!"
"Covering fire!!!"
What happened in a flash of lightning came too suddenly and passed in an instant. The soldiers who saw the comrades rushing at the front were shot and fell to the ground were closely followed by the soldiers loudly reminding the comrades further behind that their hands were full of bullets.
AK immediately pulled the trigger, spitting out streams of fiery tongues of fire straight into the darkness.
"Come on! Get them all and destroy them!"
At this point, Varosha knew that there was no need to conduct any more covert raids.
The planned covert raid was caught off guard by the cunning enemy. Varosha didn't even have time to judge whether what happened in front of him was deliberate or because of something else.
The reason is not important at this moment.
The most important thing is to rush forward and kill this bunch of bastards who dare to pull off the dirty tricks. If so many people continue to stay in this unobstructed corridor, they will only become targets.
Whether you are willing or not, rushing upward is the best and only available tactic at the moment.
"Fire at will! Shoot them all!"
The world at the end of the corridor was in darkness, and you could not see your fingers. The soldiers, who had only flashlights as light sources that could not illuminate all the darkness, could not see clearly everything in front of them. It was in this situation that Varosha, who roared loudly, had no time to hesitate.
Next, he skipped Malashenko and issued a shoot-to-kill order.
In fact, even if Malashenko issues an order, he will probably have the same tone and meaning as Varosha.
When things develop to this point, you don't have any extra thoughts or free time to think about other things. Saving the lives of your own people is the top priority.
A whole level ahead of the submachine guns of this era, the AK is truly powerful and worthy of the title of epoch-making light weapon.
The ferocious spitting out medium-power rifle bullets release devastating destructive power. Everywhere the bullets hit are torn and broken wounds and bullet marks, regardless of whether the final target is a wall or flesh and blood.
The results are the same.
A furious short-distance charge ended quickly. After a comrade was knocked down, the remaining soldiers rushed forward crazily despite the enemy's unknown firepower. The final victory obviously belonged to the Red Army.
"They are all dead, two people in total, just these two, comrade division commander."
The light from the flashlight shone on the dark ground, lighting up the two bodies lying on the ground that were still warm.
Without knowing how many bullets he had been hit, his whole body had been turned into a hornet's nest, full of bullet holes. The blood rushing in his body was like underground water gushing out of a spout, and it flowed all over the ground. He was hit by five or six AKs.
The consequences of emptying the magazine in fully automatic mode are so miserable.
Malashenko, who was standing next to Varosha, looked at the two corpses at his feet. He squinted his eyes and looked at them carefully for a while before finally speaking.
"A thin man, in his forties, and a fat man. Are these the physical characteristics you obtained during the preliminary examination?"
Of course Varosha knew what Malashenko meant and who Comrade Comrade Commander was referring to, so he quickly blurted out his answer after thinking for a moment.
"If nothing else, it's these two bastards, and they are still stubbornly resisting! They really deserve to be beaten into a hornet's nest, bah!"
A battle that originally seemed to have no problems suddenly unexpectedly killed someone. This made Varosha, who was responsible for leading the infantry battle, feel very angry and unhappy. Especially this battle was still
Under the premise that the comrade the division commander personally accompanied the team to supervise the battle, I have to say that such an unexpected situation made Varosha feel like he was embarrassed in front of the comrade the division commander.
The soldiers scattered around, searching for any other dangers or new discoveries in the small house at the end of the corridor. Malashenko, who was still holding the AK pestle in his hand, looked at the two men at his feet.
There is an indescribable feeling lingering in my heart about a dead body.
To be honest, Malashenko really felt that beating these two fools to death on the spot instead of capturing them alive was a bit too cheap for these two bastards.
According to the original plan, Malashenko originally wanted to capture these two bastards alive, and then take them out and hand them over to Vatutin to deal with personally or hold something like a public trial to judge the crimes of these two evil bandit leaders.
He has committed numerous crimes, and in the end, he can be hung up with a power pole or shot directly, whichever works.
Even if you die in the end, the method of death is different, and the final impact is also different.
To put it bluntly, the two bandit leaders were beaten to death like this, which was the most meaningless way to die.
Of course, the "meaning" here is for Comrade Ma.
For these two bastards themselves, there is not much difference in how they die. On the contrary, it may be better to die happily like this with less long-term pain than short-term pain.
"Oh! God! Stalin bless you, look! Nothing's wrong with you, brother!"
Just as Malashenko was about to order the body to be brought up for final inspection and confirmation, before he could speak, a burst of exclamation suddenly came from the corridor behind him where the battle had just taken place.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, you were shot a total of seven times! It didn't even hurt you. You will have something to brag about in the future!"
The exclamations coming from the corridor continued. These were the words of the soldiers who were accompanying the assault team. Malashenko could hear and confirm this.
Malashenko, who became increasingly curious, simply walked towards the corridor, wanting to see with his own eyes what was going on.
When Malashenko actually walked up to him and confirmed the real situation with his eyes, this unexpected situation really surprised Comrade Ma.
"Holy shit! Is this fucking okay? It's simply outrageous! This guy's belief in his loving father is definitely strong enough!"