"The Russians rushed in and there was a firefight on the first floor! Someone come and help!"
"Bullet, I didn't find the bullet! Who has any bullets? Give me one!!!"
"Grenade, watch out for the grenade!"
boom--
The smoke and dust from the explosion had not yet dissipated, but military boots stepping on the smoke and fire of war were already coming in droves.
The German soldiers who were lying on the ground in a mess were still alive. The bravest one even tried to pick up the submachine gun that was dropped less than half a meter away. Even though his legs were blown off, he suffered serious injuries.
He was seriously injured and still crawling on the ground like a maggot.
The first man who led the team to rush in showed no mercy, as if he were a cruel and ruthless cold-blooded animal, born only for efficient killing.
Not even bothering to do the most basic thing of raising a gun to aim, the ruthless man just raised his right hand slightly, pointed the muzzle of the assault rifle at the target, held the gun with one hand, and without any hesitation, followed with his index finger towards the half-dead man.
The wounded soldier pulled the trigger.
Da da da da——
A splash of blood turned into a dance of blood. The wounded German soldier, whose legs were blown off, was killed by gunshots. His back, shoulders, neck, and head were shot almost at the same time, and he was hit on the spot by four medium-power rifle bullets.
He died suddenly, died of breathlessness, stopped crawling like maggots, and made no more movement.
The comrades behind him were pouring into the house. They rushed over and looked around and found that there were only corpses in front of them. Even the deputy did not say anything nonsense. He knew that Alsim's usual style was like this. He treated the enemy as cruelly as slaughtering animals.
Likewise, words asking for the next step came out immediately after.
"What's next? The second floor or the next one?"
"Go up to the second floor and clean it up. This whole street is ours. Just go ahead and cross the road to the intersection. Clean up the second floor first. Follow me!"
"Okay, everyone, keep up! Hurry!"
Contrary to what was expected, there was no violent rain of bullets or grenades thrown down the stairs leading to the second floor, nor was there any shouting in German, some of which were not loud.
Satisfied.
"Is there no one on the second floor?"
The company officer holding the AK tightly in his hand found the same look in Alsim's eyes. He was sure that his partner was also aware of the strangeness. No need to remind him that uncovering the fog of war in front of him was far more important than talking nonsense at this time.
.
Alsim, who didn't like having others stand in front of him in close combat, was at the front of the queue. After getting to the second floor, he clung to the wall, holding the assault rifle in his hand and moving forward little by little.
, the soldiers guarding him also pressed against the wall all the way, following closely behind.
boom--
It was obviously stupid and wrong to think that there was no one on the second floor. A sudden gunshot from the back room not far away proved all this.
"Grenade ready!"
Without using words, Alsim could tell the warriors following behind him what to do next with a single gesture.
But just when Alsim, who was on high alert, led his men to the door and threw the grenade into the unclosed room, something unexpected suddenly happened again.
"ah!!!"
boom--
Bang——
"."
There was a scream, a gunshot, and the sound of a heavy object suddenly falling on the wooden floor, and then there was no movement.
Alsim, who was holding his fist high in the air, finally released his hand and slowly lowered it, instead of slamming down his entire fist to give orders as expected.
You ask why?
It was probably his intuition that told Alsim that there was no need to do this anymore, and the scene he saw with his naked eyes after entering the house clearly proved that Alsim's intuition had come true once again.
".Sukka! This coward actually committed suicide and beat his comrades to death."
There was a Tianlinggai blossomed corpse sitting upside down by the bed, with its head tilted, and another corpse lying on the opposite bed, with the same blood flowing, and the same warm corpse that had just lost its life and had been shot in the head.
Looking again at the Mauser 98K rifle that fell to the floor and fell in a pool of blood, it was obvious what had just happened in this room.
"Damn it! This is still a fucking child. The fetal hair hasn't even grown out yet. He doesn't even look like an adult."
"Hey! This is the same. The certificate says he was born in 1929 and is only 16 years old this year."
"."
The "murderer" of the Mauser 98K lying in a pool of blood at his feet was a little older, but he looked like he was barely 18 years old.
The corpse of a wounded soldier lying on the bed opposite was even younger, with the bandage on it. The ID clearly stated that this guy was just 16 years old.
In despair, the young man almost collapsed and chose to shoot to death another young man who was seriously injured and unconscious on the bed opposite him. That might be his friend or classmate, and of course he might have only known each other for a few days, but at least
They were each other's comrades-in-arms. At that moment, Alsim had just led people to the second floor.
When Alsim led the team to the door, and after pulling the bolt and loading the gun, the "assault boy" pointed the gun at himself again and held it in his mouth.
Press the butt of the gun against the floor, press the trigger with the big toe of your right foot that you haven't even had time to take off your socks, muster up the greatest courage in this life, and the last courage in this short life, and press it down hard, and then hurriedly press down with a gunshot.
Say goodbye to this world that I haven’t had time to recognize yet.
The man was knocked down by the sound of the gunshot, and Tian Ling Gai's disintegrated body was tilted to the side of the bed. The rifle in his mouth was also dragged out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground. He was soon soaked in the pure liquid from the corpse's mouth.
In the pool of warm blood dripping from Chun, until Alsim led his comrades into the room.
That desperate howl was the last sound that the young man mustered up the courage to leave to this world. He was forced into the army by La Zhuangding and he couldn't even get a good enough gun.
The fatal weapon lying in a pool of blood, the Mauser 98K rifle soaked in warm blood, looked to Alsim like a broken fire stick. The broken gun even had the trigger ring missing.
He disappeared. Who knows where the gun was pulled from the pile of broken guns and then thrown to this young man.
But just such a broken gun and two tattered military uniforms easily took away the lives of two teenagers who should have gone to school at this age, and they also carried out the killing in the most cruel way.
Alsim doesn't know what caused this.
It may be due to fear of the enemy, or it may be due to the rumors deliberately spread by the Nazis that falling into the hands of the Red Army will definitely lead to death.
In short, none of this matters now, and there is certainly no need to figure it out.
Not only because Alsim does not have time, but also because thousands of such things have already happened, are happening, or will happen in the near future during this war until the Nazis are completely destroyed.
"Comrade Company Commander, there is something going on downstairs! Someone is yelling in the alley next to you, listen!"
The soldier's reminder brought Alsim, who had been thinking briefly, back to reality, and he blurted out the decisive command without thinking.
"Prepare explosives! Let these nazis perform our traditional crafts and let them feel the warmth of Stalingrad."