When the fierce tongues of flames shot out from the dark iron pipe, the SS assault rifleman who witnessed this terrible scene screamed in his heart that something was wrong, and subconsciously threw himself to the ground but saved his life.
His life, even if it is only temporary.
"Ah!!! Uhhhhhhh!!!"
"Fire! I'm on fire! Where's the water? Water!"
"Ugh...ahhhhh!!!"
The history of human warfare has produced countless war weapons from ancient times to the present, with many types of complex weapons, but perhaps there is no weapon as frightening to traditional infantry as the flamethrower.
If you are a theist and believe in those gods, ghosts and snakes, you can even be categorically sure that this is a weapon from hell. Because in terms of actual killing effect, it is indeed worthy of such an "elegant name".
As soon as he broke through the wall, he aimed the flamethrower in his hand at the SS thugs who were close at hand. The surging pressurized tongue of flames rushed around the crowd like a hunting python, licking
It licks anything it touches and roasts it mercilessly with blazing flames, whether it is dead or fire.
The fuel injected from the nozzle in a viscous semi-liquid state under pressure does not burn completely until the flames sweeping across the fan-shaped area in front cover the real target it comes into contact with. Those big lumps wrapped in the flames
The thick ointment still failed to burn out.
The result was that a large lump of ointment, like a tarsal maggot, was directly smeared on the unprepared SS soldiers, together with the flames that were enough to purify any carbon-based life they came into contact with.
Together.
This kind of severe pain that penetrates into the soul, like knocking bones and sucking marrow, is far beyond what ordinary people can bear. The SS soldiers who were in the scorching flames felt as if there were thousands of ants digging into their bones at this moment.
It penetrates into the blood vessels and bites randomly, and there is no place in the body that is not painful, as if the pain nerves in the whole body are in an overload state.
There are many people who are on fire and lying on the ground rolling around. It seems so futile to try to extinguish the flames on their bodies.
There were more SS soldiers who were burned to the point where they had lost the ability to stay rational and conscious. One after another, they were like monsters running out of a lunatic asylum after the wall collapsed, screaming and wailing on the spot.
He screamed and danced, trying to extinguish the flames on his body and relieve some pain.
Just in this posture, if his body wasn't on fire, people would be able to tell the reason at a glance. The screaming, yelling, and dancing together with the weird appearance is no worse than some dark ritual.
Just three flamethrowers sweeping and firing, the entire first floor of the waiting hall could still handle guns, and before they had time to completely hide, the SS soldiers basically turned into dancing on the spot.
BGM's "Burning Man".
What's worse is that the "enthusiastic movements" of those idiots who were on fire also affected other SS soldiers around them who were not in the flames and were not directly hit by the flamethrower and escaped.
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The unlucky man who caught fire was completely unaware that his useless struggle before death would throw the ointment that was originally only stuck to his body onto his comrades beside him.
The surviving SS soldiers who had the misfortune to be injured suddenly exploded. The feeling of being on fire was really unpleasant and extremely painful. They tried to wipe off the ointment by beating the flames, and at the same time they cursed loudly and in a bad tone.
He devoured the comrades who were flopping around him alive.
But things have reached this point, and no matter how bad your tone of curse is, it may not have any good effect.
The flapping SS soldiers, who were all on fire, could only feel the pain, it really hurt, it hurt so damn much! They couldn't care less about what the comrades beside them were cursing or talking about, and all they could think of was the hoarse scream.
The roaring sound continues to get louder and louder than the other.
The sudden fire attack completely disrupted the already chaotic and desperate defense of the SS. The Skeleton Division infantry who started a fire party no longer cared about continuing to fight, even if there were still people who could hold a gun.
After all, there are very few people who insist on fighting to the death, and it is completely useless against the group of enemies on the opposite side whose firepower is simply out of this world.
The fierce battle continued, fighting in an even more one-sided manner until rivers of blood flowed.
But if you think that this nightmare has come to an end and ushered in the end, you are completely wrong. The combat engineers who inflicted ruthless flames on the enemy will not give up, at least when all the fascist thugs are
He will never stop until he is roasted as an "acquaintance".
puff--
call out--
The unique pressurized injection sound of semi-liquid fuel of a flamethrower is so powerful, and what is hidden behind this special firing sound is even more endless pain and death.
The first wave of SS soldiers whose bodies were on fire scored twice. The flames from the previous wave were still burning brightly on their bodies and had not yet been extinguished. The second wave of flames, which had not lost any momentum, covered their bodies again.
Those surviving SS soldiers who did not have time to escape will never have another chance. It is lucky enough to escape the sea of fire once. You cannot expect to survive on the cruel battlefield by relying on strong luck to protect your body.
From one or two to dozens or hundreds, after just a few rounds of flamethrowers sweeping across the front, none of the SS soldiers in the waiting hall on the first floor was intact anymore.
Not only the half-dead bastards who were not fully dead were burning, but even the corpses that had been killed earlier by bombings and beatings were also burning.
The crackling sound is not the sound of wood exploding in the flames, but the sound of the blood in the human body being evaporated and swallowed by the flames, and the skin, blood vessels, and fat together with the muscles are burned into human oil and explode due to loss of pressure.
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Without any mercy, the combat engineers who directly entered the battlefield in the waiting hall on the first floor in a surprise attack used the most severe punishment methods to torture these cruel, perverted and inhumane Fascist invaders in extreme pain and torture.
Sent to hell, he completed his revenge on his comrades, relatives, and countless people of the motherland who died tragically under the iron heel of the invaders.
"Devils should go to hell, that's where you should be!"
It is no longer important which soldier of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division was the first to say this. What is important is that it is indeed in line with the current situation.
A feast-of-fire battle was not over yet. The group of SS scum in the stands on the second floor, who had witnessed the tragedy on the first floor and were half scared out of their wits, were still alive and kicking.