This was a group of lightly-armed German infantrymen without any heavy fire weapons in their hands, except for the 251 gun carriage which had been turned into scrap metal and had lost its meaning.
For such a group of novice opponents who, at first glance, were "no more work, and their hips were stretched", Alsim, who knew that he was pressed for time, was too lazy to write anything. After getting off the infantry tank, he raised his hand to say hello.
Next to the same
The soldiers who just got out of the car...well, some of them jumped out of the car. After all, if the infantry fighting vehicle is not enough, they can only use human flesh as a plug-in, just like this under the direct-aiming gun fire of the infantry fighting vehicle.
Under the cover of force, he rushed into the face of the remaining German soldier.
First they were bombarded by tank guns, and then they were blasted by machine guns.
The remnants of the German army, who had suffered heavy casualties due to heavy firepower and had just come to their senses, finally ran to the reverse slope on the other side of the dirt road and used it as a bunker to prepare for the battle. Then came the third round of attacks.
Face fire strike: assault rifle fire and grenade greeting.
All the vehicles on the road have turned into blazing steel torches. After there is no way to hide anymore, the reverse slope of the roadside is the last place that can be used as a bunker. There is no place to hide except here.
That is to say, under such circumstances, the grenades thrown by the parabolic ballistic experts continued to fall to the side, and the remnants of the German soldiers who were not human inside and outside did not hide, nor did they hide. If you leave the roadside to avoid the grenades, you will be wrong.
If you jump out from the slope, you will only be beaten to pieces by the assault rifle's head-on sweep, and your death may be even worse.
A situation like this only lasted less than half a minute, when Alsim took off the third lemon grenade from the plate armor inlaid with a row of hanging rings for hanging things and held it in his hand, ready to pull the ring.
At that moment, several more things were suddenly thrown out from behind the reverse slope of the roadside.
"Don't... don't fight! We surrender, the guns have been thrown out!"
"..."
After a quick look, he realized that the thing thrown out was a German gun of different lengths. He temporarily put the grenade without a ring back into his pocket and continued to aim the gun. Alsim, who was on guard, shouted immediately.
"What are those Germans talking about?"
...
"They want to surrender and say they have thrown out their guns, comrade company commander."
"..."
Hearing the reply from his comrade next to him, he estimated that the Germans should be defeated. Alsim, who considered the issue of "cherishing life", was not surprised at all, and spoke immediately.
"Let them get out, all of them! Raise your hands above your head and surrender your guns without killing!"
The soldier who knew German repeated Alsim's words, and the blaring shouts were indeed effective. I saw those remnants of the German army who were in shock, but had no guns in their hands and raised them above their heads. One by one, they all poured out of bamboo tubes like beans.
Rolled out from behind the reverse slope bunker.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot! We surrender, really surrender!"
Maybe they were frightened by the violent and violent blow just now. Even though they were promised to "hand over their guns and not kill", these few dozen or less than twenty surrendered German troops were still scared to death. Looking at them, they were still scared to death.
The surrounding Red Army soldiers couldn't help but trembling in their voices and even their bodies. This was a bit too cowardly, which even made Alsim, who had a straight face, amused.
"The German scouts are already at this level? It's really unexpected."
Before Alsim could speak, the platoon leader beside him had already complained.
In my impression, the German scouts who dared to fight close night battles with the Red Army in Stalingrad and were not afraid of death were not so cowardly. They always fought tough attacks and had not fought against the German scouts for a long time.
Unexpectedly, Shibie was not impressed three days later, but instead stretched his hips like this. He really overestimated his opponent.
"Otherwise? What do you expect from them after almost 45 years? The Germans who can compete with us are almost dead long ago. They are not the SS, so they naturally know how to cherish life."
"That's right... you are right."
Whether it's an accident or a complaint, in short, this short battle in which the hero wins on a narrow road is over. Now it's time to do other things that should be done.
Alsim wanted to capture him alive, not out of unnecessary feelings such as pity for the Germans. What does the life and death of these Fascists have to do with me? Alsim even wished that all the Fascists would die overnight.
In that case the war will end tomorrow.
At least a few people had to be left alive, and there was only one simple reason: Alsim wanted to ask questions.
"Name, unit number! Where is your main force now?"
As usual, the little soldier holding an SVT40 semi-automatic rifle was the translator. Alsim was standing next to the Lightning Opel truck that had almost been burned into an empty shell, questioning the German prisoners who had just been escorted by the soldiers.
"Sorry, Mr. Officer, I have no right to reveal military secrets."
The little soldier truthfully relayed it to Alsim's translator, but before the little soldier could finish what the translator said, Alsim, who had already understood the basic meaning, raised his hand impatiently and fired.
Bang--
"Uhhh!!!"
The German prisoner who was shot in the thigh screamed and fell to the ground on the spot, holding the wound in his hand and lying on the ground. The expression on his entire face was twisted into one, full of pain.
With the Tokarev TT33 pistol in his hand still smoking from the muzzle, Alsim squatted down and spoke again to the prisoner who was knocked down by his shot while still holding the gun.
"I will not kill you with one shot. Of course I will avoid the aorta of your right leg and only break the bones. But the blood loss and hypothermia are still enough to make you die in this ice and snow, slowly and painfully in despair.
."
"Life is counting down, Lieutenant. Tell me the answer I want to know. I have a medical kit in my car. The choice is yours. Even if you don't tell me, I believe some of your soldiers will be willing to cooperate. But I think
Now that you have surrendered, you need to cherish your life, right?"
This was the last "nice thing" that Alsim could say to the captive second lieutenant. What would happen if he didn't listen to the advice was foreseeable.
Listening to the words being relayed and translated, the German second lieutenant looked unwilling, and it was obvious that he had gone through some psychological games. Finally, he spoke again while still covering the wound with his hands and not letting go.
"Det Alfred, second lieutenant of the 219th Infantry Division Reconnaissance Company, was ordered to lead a team to conduct reconnaissance."
"The main force of the division is about five kilometers to the south. I don't know the specific location. The last contact was when we stopped fifteen minutes ago. That's all I know. It's your turn to keep your promise."