The war eagles of the Red Army completed the air raid and flew away, leaving behind a field of German corpses scattered on the white snow, and Alsim, who had an unobstructed view of the scene of blood in the snow.
"Do you want to hit them? Give them a couple of blows?"
The tank platoon leader on the side was very itchy after watching the show. He couldn't wait to go over and give the German guy who was beaten almost to death a few times to have a good time.
Alsim, who felt it was not necessary for the moment, didn't think so. Killing the Germans was a physically and mentally pleasurable thing, but completing the mission was more important, and a mission plan formulated with the goal of completing the mission did not require this.
"There's no need, not yet."
"Let's see what these Germans do next. If they clean up quickly enough, they will come in our faces. Then we will let them enjoy themselves. Just wait now."
The German troops, hit right in front of them by a sudden wave of air strikes, need time to recover. They have to clean up the mess before they can get back on the road and flee. Alsim, who aims to hinder the evacuation of the German troops and track their movements in real time, is waiting for this moment. The premise is that
If the Germans can really regroup and start running away before their own large forces arrive.
Since there were almost no decent armored targets in the team, either infantry or light vehicle units, and they were still on the way to evacuate, they encountered an air attack without any cover or cover, and there was no one who could hide in the desolate snowy field around them.
There was no place anywhere, so this wave of rapid air strikes did cause considerable casualties to these German troops.
The wreckage of the truck that had been blown into an empty shell was burning, leaving only an empty frame burned by the flames.
The 251 half-track vehicle was directly hit by a 132mm heavy-duty aviation rocket and was blown into two pieces. The broken front and the broken butt were at least seven or eight meters apart. Who knows how powerful the explosion was to destroy this broken vehicle?
It exploded like this. As for the people in the car, they disappeared without even thinking about it. Even if they could find a piece of minced meat, it was a luxury.
The equipment losses were already heavy, but the human casualties were even worse.
The German soldiers with nowhere to hide became the best training targets for Il-2 bomber pilots. After the rockets and bombs were exhausted, only the sideshow of cannons beating people was left to continue on this desolate snowfield.
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The pieces of flesh broken into pieces by 23mm projectiles were everywhere. Those German soldiers who survived this catastrophe were walking in despair with broken guns in their hands. Large pieces of minced meat could be seen every few steps.
Or the broken arms and legs were left on the ground, with only the white broken bones exposed among the scarlet color, which looked even more hideous and terrifying than the rotten blood and rotten flesh.
There were only a few wounded, and the greater number were the corpses of German soldiers killed instantly by 23mm machine guns, heavy aviation rockets, and aerial bombs starting at 100 kilograms.
Human beings of flesh and blood are so fragile and vulnerable in the face of the war machines of industrial masterpieces. Those survivors who survived the disaster did not even have the chance to save lives and heal the wounded. Even the corpses had to be collected with shovels and bags instead of carrying them.
solve.
"Why, this is obviously our land, our motherland, and we are the conquerors, but why is it like this now? We were massacred like this by the Russians on our own land! Why on earth is this?" said
Where is the good victory? Where!?”
Most of the survivors, whose souls had been blown away, had no intention of caring about someone's yelling. A German soldier who looked mentally broken, as if he was crazy, was kneeling in the snow with his hands in the snow.
He scratched and scratched randomly until he screamed hoarse and heartbroken.
It's surprising that he can actually spend his energy on such a useless thing. Many other German soldiers who have only eaten one meal since yesterday doubted whether this man was stimulated.
I'm crazy and stupid, but I don't have the heart to care about it.
This kind of thing is nothing new in 1944. Ever since the new recruits began to arrive in batches under the age of 20, incidents of madness on the battlefield like this have increased more and more, so much so that they are so endless.
People are not surprised.
Who cares about a "normal thing" that happens every now and then?
The answer is of course no. Instead of meddling in other people's business, it is better to take care of yourself. Anyway, the kind of people who "generally go crazy" can't live too long. There are various ways to die in the end, and there are also people who are caught as deserters by their own people.
If you want to resist and be shot, there is obviously no need to worry about someone who is likely to die soon.
The surrounding German survivors looked indifferently at the soldier throwing himself in the snow, watching indifferently and indifferently, as if this had not happened at all. They were just busy doing what they should do, and there was no point in saving him.
How many wounded people there are, plus collecting things that can be used after the Russian air raid. These things are more meaningful than taking care of the "madman".
But not everyone chose to stand by and watch indifferently. There were still some people who were willing to take care of this poor guy who had a mental breakdown. The person who came was the commander of the German soldier who fell in the snow: a man with an STG44 assault rifle in his arms.
second lieutenant.
"Get up, soldier! Do you want to be a coward and die in the snow, or do you want to fight those Russians and defend this land?"
The second lieutenant not only ordered the soldier under his command to get up quickly and do something serious, he even vaguely supported the handle of the stg44 assault rifle slung in his arms with one hand, and put his index finger on the trigger.
This is both a warning and a deterrent, as well as self-protection.
It's not like there haven't been cases of recruits going crazy and shooting at their comrades. It has happened before and more than once.
No one can guarantee what a person who has suffered a mental breakdown and lost his mind on the battlefield will do next. The second lieutenant had to do this even if it was for self-defense.
After hearing the second lieutenant's order, the soldier threw himself in the snow and yelled like crazy. He put his hands on the ground and slowly raised his head. His mouth was full of snow brought out of the soil.
He looked at the second lieutenant in front of him with his face clearly visible.
"One last time, soldier! Stand up and do what you have to do..."
"Hehe...hehehaha...hahaha"
"..."
The second lieutenant holding stg44 was a little confused, his brows furrowed even more. He couldn't even understand whether the soldier was really stupid or pretending to be stupid.
"Why are you laughing? I asked you to carry out the order, immediately..."
boom--
An unexpected gunshot pierced the silent snow after the air raid. The surrounding German soldiers who were startled by the gunshot subconsciously touched the weapons on their hands, backs or shoulders, and immediately looked towards the place where the gunshot came from.
There were two people at the place where the gunshots were fired. One was an officer who was standing, dumbfounded with an assault rifle on his waist. The other was a soldier lying on the ground, his head bleeding and he was already dead. He was still holding something that did not belong to him.
, it should be the officer's pistol that was pulled from the corpse for self-defense. The clearly identifiable gunshot just now was also made from a pistol.
Looking at the body of the young soldier who suddenly committed suicide in front of his eyes and laughed miserably without even the slightest hesitation, let alone a last word, the second lieutenant who boasted that he was used to seeing life and death and all kinds of human misery, after all, still
He was stunned for a while, released the grip of the rifle in his hand, and could not say anything for a long time.