The terrifying steel behemoth with a total combat weight of 70 tons continued to advance slowly. Although the rocket that directly hit the side armor of the car body detonated successfully, the final effect of the detonation was infinitely close to that of a mosquito tickling it.
Apart from leaving a black stain on the side of the steel behemoth and making the ears of the soldiers who followed the IS7 forward in a coordinated manner of infantry and tanks, the rest of it did nothing, and it did not achieve the slightest effect.
Other effects.
But if you do something wrong, you have to pay the price. Doesn’t it mean that you don’t have to take responsibility if you do something wrong and it doesn’t succeed or have any effect? You still have to go to court for attempted murder, right?
Since you dare to provoke this terrifying war beast, you must be prepared to be swallowed whole by the enraged war beast. However, this is just a suggestion to be prepared, nothing more.
Because regardless of whether the nazis who dare to do this are prepared or not, the IS7 heavy tank, which has been angered by the act of "breaking ground on Tai Sui's head", is bound to take revenge. The 130mm giant tank with a huge caliber and a jet black muzzle brake is bound to take revenge.
The cannon will eventually devour the enemy with its furious tongues of fire, just as it does now.
Boom——
No one cares about what will happen to the unlucky guy who received a 130mm grenade head-on.
Whether it's dead or half-dead, the ruins of the superstructure that have completely collapsed after being hit by a cannon will completely bury any trace of its existence, leaving no trace of a struggle.
"Sokka! This cannon was so powerful that half of the building collapsed."
"Now it's time for the infantry to scold you. If they want to go in and clean up, they have to jump around, and they might even slip and fall."
"Then do you want to do it again? Let's just completely cancel this building so that it doesn't get in the way."
Several comrades in the car were still muttering about the results of the previous shot, but the infantry soldiers following the IS7 had already stepped out one after another, picked up the long guns and short artillery rocket tubes in their hands, and started to attack.
Rushing into the half-collapsed building.
Combat experience and battlefield intuition are telling comrades one thing.
Just like when you find a cockroach in your home, the total number of cockroaches in your home is definitely not just that one, but has reached a certain order of magnitude.
In the same way, when you find a German stick in a building, the total number of German sticks in the building will definitely not be that one.
The formation of troops is not a matter of spreading the rain and dew evenly. If the Germans can do such a stupid thing as putting only one soldier in a building and putting people in every building on a street, that would be really outrageous.
"Up, up, up! Rush to the second floor, machine gun cover, hurry!"
"Careful, grenade! Get out of the way!"
"Sokka!"
Before the soldiers holding various weapons in their hands could even step onto the stairs, the grenade that suddenly flew out from the corner of the stairwell on the second floor was already emitting white smoke, spinning, and was thrown to everyone's feet.
The comrades around him fell down one after another amidst the exclamation and warning, evading as close as possible, trying their best to stay as far away from this thing as possible to avoid the most serious damage range of the explosion point.
But one soldier did not do this. He was a young soldier who was not too close to the grenade and had a chance to dodge it.
The helmet fastened to the top of his head did not have a hood strap, so the little soldier pulled it off from the top of his head almost instantly and held it tightly in his hand.
He kicked his right foot suddenly, and his whole body flew out like a spring that was fully loaded, and he rushed straight towards the grenade throwing white smoke on the ground. The steel helmet that had just been taken off from the top of his head was tightly held by his hands.
Holding each other's hands, they are already on target.
Time seemed to stand still in this second. The soldiers who flew out and the smoking enemy grenades were very close, and then started to flow in the next second.
When time started to flow again, the smoking M24 long-handled grenade had been tightly clasped by the young soldier with his own helmet, and then he pressed his whole body on it, with his upper body firmly pressing the helmet on it.
Underneath, no matter what.
boom--
The grenade, which was tightly held by the helmet and held down by a weight of more than 100 kilograms, finally exploded as expected. The extremely low probability of misfiring did not happen at this life-or-death moment.
The young soldier lost the helmet that protected his life. Along with his body covered in blood and flesh, and his life like a candle in the wind, he was blown away by the powerful impact of the grenade exploding against his face. His whole body was blown away in the end.
He was thrown into a corner like a broken doll, his life or death unknown.
"Berezinch!"
"Damn it! I'll fucking kill these n****s! Suka Bulie!"
"Stop rushing, don't even go up! Get the flamethrower and burn these scumbags to death! Burn them all!"
In order to prevent uncontrollable urban fires from causing uncontrollable urban fires, Malashenko had given clear instructions to subordinate units participating in the battle long before the battle began.
If not necessary, try to control the efficiency of use of high-temperature flame weapons including but not limited to flamethrowers, incendiary bottles, white phosphorus smoke bombs and other high-temperature flame weapons.
There is no other reason for doing this than the only factor that may lead to an out-of-control fire that sweeps through the city.
As the saying goes, fire and water have no mercy. Malashenko did not want his troops to turn into an arson team. In order to save trouble and enjoy the moment, he set fires everywhere in the city and turned into a fire demon.
The leadership division is here to be the final conqueror, to personally create and usher in the ultimate victory of the Great Patriotic War, not to be a fire extinguisher to rescue and put out fires in the German capital.
If the city is really burned, Malashenko doesn't know whether the Germans will be captured by the fire, but his own leader will definitely not benefit from the ruthless flames. Not to mention that the battlefield access will be blocked by the flames, the fire
If the attack is bigger, you will have to retreat if you cannot protect your troops and evacuate to a safe area before making plans.
This will inevitably affect Malashenko's plan and subsequent offensive. What Malashenko dislikes most is the feeling of being suddenly interfered with by factors that were originally controllable. Therefore, flame weapons have been blocked by Malashenko since the beginning.
Rashenko clearly emphasized the need for control.
However, after all, control is control, and control means using it with caution rather than not allowing it to be used. We must correctly understand the spirit and meaning of the speech of the teacher and implement it to the letter.
As long as the situation really requires it, use it. Malashenko will not let his soldiers risk their lives to win the victory just to control a potential fire risk.
As for when it is necessary to use it, it is impossible for Malashenko to sit on the phone and act as an operator to judge and approve applications one by one to judge whether it should be used based on the latest situation on the battlefield.
The authorized use of flame weapons has been delegated to the hands of platoon leaders at all levels. This is also the lowest organizational level for individual flamethrowers configured as platoon-level support weapons.