"There is a high-ranking official! I saw it, right in the crowd! He was wearing an officer's clothes!"
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Malashenko, who was originally planning to pick up the microphone and issue an order, was stunned when he heard this. Alsim's sudden words were true and unexpected. After thinking for a moment, Malashenko followed.
Then he asked.
"Are you sure? Can you see clearly?"
"I'm pretty sure! He still has his collar badge, and there are people holding hoops around him to protect him. It must be a big fish! It's three floors down at one o'clock, and he just entered the house!"
Iushkin shouted impatiently that he was very sure that he had not made a mistake, but this time Malashenko did not hesitate.
"Okay, load up the high-explosive bombs and fire a shot at that building! If you have dates or not, shoot three shots first!"
"Three shots? Why three shots? I can send that Nazi to meet his Kaiser with one shot!"
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He came up with a Russian-flavored "hometown dialect" out of pure smoothness. Unexpectedly, Iushkin had the time to talk about it at this time.
Malashenko, who only thought he was relieving the pressure of the battle, did not answer Iushkin's words. Instead, he raised his hand to grab the commander's periscope in front of him, immediately pointed it in the direction described by Iushkin, and looked around.
"Good guy! There are so many! Is this a parking lot at the entrance of the building!?"
Not to mention that I didn’t see the big fish Iushkin described at first glance, but there were a bunch of various vehicles parked randomly in horizontal rows at the door of this building, ranging from bucket trucks to trucks.
There are even 251 half-track vehicles. I haven’t seen such things not long ago. I guess they broke in while the fighting was fierce. They just parked their cars not long ago. Such a scene was enough to make Malashenko
I felt "ecstatic" after watching it.
"Okay! That's it for these things. Shoot them into the building and open fire to kill them!"
"in addition."
After satisfying Iushkin’s request for a strike, something was actually missing, at least that’s how Malashenko felt.
The reason is very simple, if you feel it is not enough, just add some more ingredients. If one 130 is not enough, we will add more together. Malashenko picked up the wireless transmitter and then spoke decisively.
"Cars 121 and 122, aim at the three-story building at one o'clock from where I am, and shoot towards the first floor! I repeat, three-story building, shoot towards the first floor! Focus on high-explosive bombs and fire!"
One was running side by side with Malashenko's No. 177 command vehicle, and the other was following closely behind the division commander's vehicle. Counting Malashenko's own command vehicle, the artillery lines of the three vehicles were just at the target.
The three-story building gathered on the first floor, and no vehicle was blocked and opened fire.
Having such a good shooting opportunity can be said to be a coincidence, but you can also say that this is the fate of these German guys, and they are just lucky.
"You guys, protect the captain! Send him upstairs, quickly!"
"Let go! What are you doing!? I'm here to lead the reinforcements, not to command and supervise the battle! Return the gun to me. I order you to return the gun to me! Immediately!"
Lieutenant Colonel Adam encountered an "emergency" as soon as he got off the bus at the fire line.
The battalion commander who was directing the battle at the front of the block firmly disagreed with letting him stay in the "danger zone". With a wave of his hand, he instructed the top soldiers under his command to hold the regiment commander and carry him to the second floor. By the way, he also brought Lieutenant Colonel Adam with him.
The STG44 assault rifle was "handed over" just to make him give up the idea of participating in the battle himself.
Even though the reluctant Lieutenant Colonel Adam was carried to the stairwell by two soldiers, he kept walking upstairs without any control, almost as if he was being dragged. But he still shouted loudly to let him go.
Put it down, return the gun to yourself and participate in the battle personally, but none of these requirements have been met.
Whether it was the battalion commander who ordered the regiment commander to be carried upstairs, or Lieutenant Colonel Adam who resolutely resisted and did not want to go upstairs and wanted to fight the last battle of his life like a real man, or even all the other German soldiers present.
No one expected that the screaming god of death wielding a violent giant scythe would come so quickly and violently. Everyone present was caught off guard and "drove westward" without realizing it.
Boom——
Woohoo——
The explosion started first and the scream came later.
The fierce bombardment at extremely close range caused the muzzle velocity of the 130 naval gun shells to be extremely high, close to three times the speed of sound. Before the roar could be heard, it had already shot through the window and shattered the wooden door panels.
The "Guard-Eating Army Who Didn't Know the Truth" exploded under their feet, instantly spreading into a rapidly expanding mass of death flames.
I saw the wall of the electric stone fire room collapsed, flying sand and rocks, the flames mixed with dust and countless pieces of construction debris, which were directly lifted out of the house by this violent torrent and poured into the street.
A total of three rounds of 130mm high-explosive grenades came one after another, and the sound of almost simultaneous explosions can honestly only be described as "horrifying".
Although the explosion with astonishing destructive power was only a shallow explosion, it basically either hit the wall or exploded on the floor very close to the door. But you must know that this is the main gun of the destroyer of the Red Navy, even if it is the 122 heirloom of Stalin's heavy tank family.
There is no comparison with this thing. The muzzle velocity, ballistic accuracy, and most importantly, the killing power are all inferior.
Because of this, even shallow blasting is enough.
It looked like the entire first-floor facade of a bakery or grocery store had been blown to pieces. Two walls, one door panel and two display windows. Nothing could be described as "remaining" or "intact"
To be precise, the entire street-facing side of the first floor should have been physically "removed" with one click, leaving only the horrifyingly huge smoking gap still there.
But sometimes, death and destruction are not all, the chain effect like dominoes is the finale.
Because the street side of the first floor was completely blown down, the three-story brick-concrete structure that lost the load-bearing wall on the street side suffered serious damage and could no longer support its structure.
The "chain effect collapse" began within seconds after the first floor on the street side was blown away. The second floor and even the street side of the third floor affected by the explosion were all like supermarket shelves suddenly collapsing, carrying all kinds of shelf products with them.
They all collapsed with a crash, and the raised dust rushed towards them instantly. The formation was even more fierce than the "earth dragon crossing the street" just now.
"Done! Three rounds of 130 grenade, that nest is dead! Don't even think about getting out alive, the grave has been repaired in situ for them!"
Perhaps it should be said that your German guy's "rigor and conscientiousness" are quite admirable sometimes. At least it is a hundred times stronger than the so-called "craftsman spirit" of their stupid pig-like allies. At least Iushkin's excitement echoes in my ears.
The shouting Malashenko thought so.
As for the reason?
Then look at the interior view of the commander’s periscope in front of you and you’ll know everything?