"The enemy is retreating! We are almost winning, work harder!"
"Tear apart their defenses, the final breakthrough! Ula!!!"
"Comrades, follow me! Ula!!!"
When the defense was breached, the fire support points were shattered, and the front line was reduced to nothing amidst the roar of artillery fire.
The last remaining troops dispersed like sheep that were rushed into the sheepfold by tigers. From time to time, they turned around and fired two shots. Most of them just tried to escape for their lives.
Anyone with a broken brain knows that this battle is unwinnable.
The roaring war machine of the Russians, the terrifying steel monster, will devour any flesh it touches like a running meat grinder. The meat minced by the wide and heavy tracks will not be directly stuffed into sausages.
, it’s no different from the takeout stuff you’d find in a butcher’s shop.
And when all this happens, any cautious attack with a tight formation will seem a bit too cautious and unnecessary.
The Red Army soldiers who ducked out from behind their own tanks and infantry combat vehicles launched a charge, raising their hands to sweep away the German soldiers who were running around on the street like rabbits.
One was shot in the back and screamed and fell to the ground. The other just turned around and fired two shots, and his Tianling Cap was shot away. His brains splattered all over the floor.
Scenes like this are happening all the time. Even if it is not finished at the last moment, this street that grinds flesh and blood is still devouring fresh lives. It is just that it has changed from devouring the lives of both parties a few minutes ago.
Now, they are caught and swallowed to death, but the corpses dumped on the street are all human beings after all, and there is really no essential difference.
"Why don't they surrender? Haven't these German guys had enough of guns? Or do the guns taste too good?"
Iushkin, who felt that there was no need to use the main gun anymore, started to watch the show. Due to the huge caliber of the main gun and the limited ammunition load, the IS7 heavy tank had to save some fire and try to ensure every shot.
Cannonballs can be put to good use when needed.
Launch a 130mm high-explosive grenade to kill a few German deserters whose shoes are almost flying away?
Sorry, although the leadership division has plenty of firepower, it is not that abundant. This is no longer sufficient but a waste of the motherland's resources.
"Who knows, just wait, no one cares about their life or death except these bastards. I want them alive and dead, as long as they are naughty people."
Malashenko, who was also free due to the smooth development of the war situation, was not very busy at the moment. He was in the mood and had some free time to chat with Iushkin about anything.
Deserters are being chased all over the streets, and the IS7 really doesn't need to push forward for the final battle of annihilation. This high-speed steel behemoth can race on paved roads with just one kick of the accelerator. All friendly forces are in the field of vision in front of it.
Under the premise, you do have to be open, but you still can't completely relax your vigilance.
"Wait a minute, I guess it's almost over. If you don't surrender, you'll be damned. Okay, we're already here. Look at the guy on the street on the right, his hands are already raised."
"Where is it? Where is it? Let me see!"
As Malashenko said, the Germans, who could no longer hold on and even running away became a luxury, finally chose to surrender, just like many of their comrades and brother troops had done to the leading division before.
A German captain in tattered clothes, with a face covered with dust, and no clean spot from top to bottom on his body. He was either black or red, and the red was probably not his own blood. He was walking down the street with the thing in his hand held high.
Walk out of a small house nearby.
As for what that guy is, what else can he do that can make the excited Leader Division soldiers actively cease fire in this situation? That wisp of white floating in the wind is worse than all the German guys on the scene.
Dark faces are much fairer.
"We surrender and demand protection under international law. We are no longer your enemies. We have all laid down our weapons. We demand basic treatment as prisoners of war!"
"Damn it, Sukka! This German guy doesn't even speak Russian. He should really be given a try if he doesn't understand. What do you think? Huh?"
If you don't speak Russian but German when you are so shameless, you probably really don't know how to speak it, rather than being unwilling to speak it to save face. The Germans may be stubborn but they are not stupid. The moment you surrender, you have already
What's the use of carrying the lining when you've already lost all face? It's not even a piece of cake, so there's no need to do any bad work.
Ignoring Iushkin's nonsense, he didn't take any notice, but picked up the radio transmitter at hand and immediately issued an order.
"Go up and hand over their guns. We will take them into custody according to the normal procedures. We will go downstairs after everything is packed up."
Malashenko does not have the micro-manipulation master ability to "move the machine gun five meters to the right", but he still has the ability to micro-manage a mechanized infantry equipped with a vehicle-mounted radio station in a squad.
After all, Malashenko was really operating on the frontline battlefield, instead of sitting on the sofa in a big office blowing his beard and staring at him and calling her "mother shit".
After receiving the order, the mechanized infantry soldiers began to take the initiative to put away the weapons that the Germans had thrown on the ground. For the leading division, they were unwilling to take a second look, let alone the rare broken guns, or to shoot them.
First he kicked him aside and stepped on him, then pointed his gun at the surrendered enemy with his hands raised in the air and began to "give orders."
"Be honest, raise your hands high! Don't make small moves, get over there! Hurry up!"
I can’t say that the ratio of high-quality veterans is the highest in the entire Red Army, but the education level of the leaders and soldiers who can definitely be ranked in the top three is still very good. People who can speak German are just average, let alone platoon leaders and squad leaders.
There are many soldiers among them, so it is not difficult to command these guys to capture the Germans like bald pigs.
"Okay, it looks like it's almost done. Let's go out and have a look. If you want to come, grab your gun and follow me. Go out and get some air."
After leaving the nearby blocks, there were still intermittent sounds, and the sound of firefights that were no longer so fierce could be heard occasionally. The block in front of Malashenko could be said to have completely disappeared, and no gunshots were heard for a long time.
The German guy's will to fight was indeed broken down neatly and neatly. He didn't drag his feet at all. He voted when he wanted to and was absolutely committed to credibility. This is something that Malashenko "likes". I guess he will write some kind of memoir in the future.
Things like this must be praised for the good habit of "honesty and trustworthiness" of the Germans. At least it is much better than some bow-legged short guys.
"Hey, be careful! Watch out for Kraut snipers! Better wait a little longer!"
Iushkin, who said one thing but actually did another, was obviously duplicitous. He grabbed the tank soldier's self-defense AK in his hand and followed Malashenko without even bothering to open the folded butt.
Tank's anxious movements are proof of this.
"Watch out! They've been blasted to pieces, but they can still shoot bullets. Don't think too highly of them."
Well, actually Comrade Commander didn't care at all, he was just striding towards the prisoners' team.