Chapter 2411 I will destroy you without leaving a trace of struggle
Chapter 2411 "I will destroy you without leaving any trace of your struggle."
Author: Ke Ji丶
Chapter 2411 "I will destroy you without leaving any trace of your struggle."
There were no redundant scenes or unnecessary cutscenes. The only scene presented to Malashenko was the endless sea of blazing fire with surging heat waves, destruction and death.
It's as if the sea of fire has been given life. Every rushing flame wave and every violent wave of flames are alive. They are constantly devouring nutrients to maintain their short and bright lives.
In order to keep it more gorgeous and lasting, even if it is just a second longer, we will do our best.
The nutrients that provide the life-giving flames with the ability to devour and sustain themselves are the lives of countless German soldiers who fought to the death, as well as their bodies and even souls that were alive and healthy not long ago.
As well as the weapons and ammunition that once fought alongside them, but now their only function is to make their physical destruction more complete.
"Death, destruction! Go to hell with your evil black empire! Never think of coming back again!!!"
During the long and protracted fierce battle, I had already hated these black evil spirits and the Fascist bandits who harmed the world and spread war and death plague everywhere.
Only German soldiers who surrender are good German soldiers, and only German soldiers who enter prisoner-of-war camps have the basic possibility of turning a new leaf.
Malashenko will never have the slightest sympathy for these fascists who stubbornly resist and fight to the death. Being destroyed is the only result of their own efforts to die. Let them be destroyed happily and instantly.
It can be called the greatest kindness that a person can show. Anything more than this is a crime against the motherland and the deceased comrades and compatriots.
A total of 576 310mm rockets fell intensively in an area less than 3 kilometers wide and less than one kilometer deep, and exploded one after another. The blasts of flames one after another quickly connected together, forming a sheet of death that swept across the entire German position.
Sea of fire.
A gust of northwest wind blew violently, and the whole sea of fire surged and tumbled. The sea of fire that had not yet dissipated was like a mature wheat field blown by the wind, and another wave surged together.
The wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind.
The already exaggerated three-kilometer-long and one-kilometer-wide horizontal sea of fire instantly rose to at least seven feet in height. It was ferocious enough to make people have the slightest doubt about the fate of the people or things that fell into it.
That is to say, at this moment when the wave of flames was still raging and surging, Malashenko, who had already grasped the radio transmitter in his hand, was unwilling to wait any longer. Even if he charged against the heat wave, he had to crush the German position.
Blast their will into pieces, and completely crush the faith that the Fascist fanatics regard as a treasure into powder.
"Leader division listens to the order and attacks the enemy! Charge!!!"
U-la——
This time, the soldiers who just retreated to the extreme safe distance and waited for the battle did not even bother to get into the infantry tank. Just two steps away and got into the car without even sitting on the buttocks to get warm. This kind of pure
Taking off your pants and farting - unnecessary behavior is no longer necessary.
Climb up the tank turret, sit on the engine hood, or simply get on top of an infantry fighting vehicle with a small head and a large chassis space, open the light machine gun bipod, crawl down, and follow the first charge.
The infantry fighting vehicle pointed the black muzzle at the wave of flames, which was the direction where the enemy was still desperately resisting, and prepared to shoot.
The long-lost battle roar, like a loud roar that soared into the sky, echoed over the battlefield and lingered for a long time.
The soldiers holding the outer armrest of the tank turret with their left hand and holding the AK with the gun in one hand are ready to jump out of the vehicle and join the battle at any time. The fierce fighting spirit burning in their eyes can burn any Fascist fanatic who dares to stand in the way to ashes at any time.
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Fuck you, the recoil of mid-power rifles, what capitalist bullshit lies!? Elite Slavic men don’t believe that AK has recoil! Fuck you with a gun in one hand!
The giant sea of fire weaved after the 576 rockets fell eventually dissipated quickly. Even with the blessing of German ammunition and the northwest wind, this violent wave that required the conversion of a huge amount of chemical energy to sustain was ultimately just a flash in the pan.
’s brilliant moment.
After the churning sea of flames receded, what was left was a scorching high-temperature heat wave.
The temperature remaining in the air seemed to be able to evaporate even the moisture in the pores instantly. The hot wind blowing in front of them burned the faces of the warriors, intensifying the already angry fighting spirit that could ignite all Fascist demons.
Unstoppable.
There were no direct fire cover from tanks. The infantry jumped into the trenches to search and clear out the cover layer by layer. There were only Soviet steel behemoths galloping with the accelerator pressed to death without slowing down at all, and groups of soldiers leaping from the vehicles.
He ran forward at a galloping pace, holding the steel gun tightly in his hand.
At the front of the team, the IS7 heavy tank command vehicle with turret call sign 177 led the way, leading a large number of IS6 heavy tanks covered in composite armor upgrade kits, which were so armed that they looked like an armored giant bear wearing an exoskeleton.
Advance rapidly.
Everywhere where the steel crawlers ran over was a piece of scorched earth, as well as carbonized debris and steel debris fragments whose original contents were unclear.
There is no trace of the existence of life or the existence of anything that symbolizes life. Everything in this hot and scorching land has only one common theme: disappearing death and complete destruction.
The German soldiers who had just been fighting fiercely with the Red Army soldiers were nowhere to be seen. The machine gun bunker that was spitting out violent flames was no longer a trace. Even the 75mm anti-tank gun that was half buried in the earthwork bunker with only a small half of the barrel exposed.
Together with its artillery batteries and bunkers, it has completely turned into a part of this destroyed land and returned to dust.
The vast majority of resistance has turned into ashes in an instant, drifting away and withered, and only those few who don't know whether they can be called lucky are about to meet the belated end.
"Enemies! The Russians are coming. Is there anyone alive? Just in the fighting position! There is still anyone alive."
boom--
A bullet that flew out of nowhere killed the German company commander head-on. The burst brain was mixed with warm blood and splashed around like a strawberry red can of soda that had been thrown hard against the wall.
, the debris that fell to the ground spit out a sticky substance that was also red and white, but was not carbonic acid bubbles, overflowing in all directions.
No one would care about the life of a fascist. Just as there were too many survivors on this scorched earth, either alone or in groups, who were all attacked in a very short period of time.
The Red Army soldier who died was crushed into a real two-dimensional paper man by the rolling steel behemoth.
In the front that is not too far away, on the same scorched earth that has been plowed by army-level artillery fire, a new battle is already calling all the soldiers of the leading division who have come forward to complete their mission, and a bloody battle is imminent.
Yesterday I was drunk and passed out. I didn't tell everyone that I couldn't update. Today I was able to update but there was a power outage. I still had to finish typing two chapters with my laptop's pitiful remaining power while sweating like rain. It's summer in XA City.
This is really convincing. If there is no power outage tomorrow, I will add more chapters to make up for everyone. The laptop battery is already red. Everyone should go to bed early after reading this. Although these two chapters are small, the quality can still be guaranteed.