As long as the platoon leader deems the combat situation necessary, the individual flamethrowers as platoon support firepower can immediately be put into battle. As for how to use insurance and how to ensure that the risk is controllable, it depends on the person who issued the order.
The platoon leader made the decision at his own discretion.
After all, war is really a war. If it doesn't involve some risk, is it still a war? If you can't even keep your balance even in a game, you'll be killed by zombies and wild monsters that suddenly appear, let alone a real battlefield.
Malashenko believes that it is acceptable to control use authorization to the platoon level. If it is assigned to the company level, it will do more harm than good. The impact will be too great. This will affect tactical flexibility and pay a bloody price.
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After all, in street fighting battlefields where the width of the battlefield is limited and the input of troops is severely restricted, the company level is already a "very large" force organization. Sometimes the attack on a street may be carried out in company units. In this case, the opponent
It is obviously inappropriate and too rigid to hand over the authority to use flame weapons in a house to the company commander.
We can't let the platoon leader in front of us all attack the building. If we want to use flame weapons to attack the building, we have to send people out of the building to ask for instructions from the company commander. After asking for instructions, we can run back to the building to report to the platoon leader.
Then the platoon leader gave the order to fuck him.
Is this interesting? Is it rigid or not?
So even if he took certain risks, for example, the platoon leader's judgment ability was probably not as good as that of the company commander, and even the risk of being motivated and passionate was higher, Malashenko still decided to do it.
There is a balance point between risk and rigidity, and grasping this balance point is the key to defeating the enemy.
Malashenko thought this way before, and he still thinks so now, and this is what he actually does.
Following the order from the platoon leader, one of the two flamethrowers who were following the team immediately stepped out.
He picked up the ignited spray gun in his hand and pointed it at the stairway on the second floor. After pulling the trigger, a powerful recoil force came quickly and spread to the whole body. The real recoil force of the flamethrower weapon.
It's actually much bigger than many people think.
Thanks to this warrior who carries a full set of flamethrowers and fuel tanks on his back, he is tall, strong and has a typical stereotype of a "fighting nation". When he ripped open his sea soul shirt, he was covered with thick chest hair and
The kind of tendon meat.
With his already impressive weight and the heavy weight of the entire set of flamethrowers, this warrior was able to set his pace under the astonishing thrust and recoil, and stably shoot from the waist in a standing posture.
The second floor projects death flames.
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The fuel sprayed out under pressure went straight to the ceiling of the second floor with a shrill scream of flames. After hitting the wall, it immediately spattered and spread. It was ignited a second time by the open flame that came along, and in the blink of an eye it was destroyed.
Most of the entire second floor became a disaster area swept by a fire storm.
The heart-rending screams came almost instantly. The decibels of the screams were so high and the pain was so severe that it could only be worse than slaughtering pigs alive in a pig killing farm.
A "Burning Man" covered in fire was running down from the second floor with his teeth and claws bared. If he continued to rampage, he would obviously hurt his own people.
The platoon leader who was leaning against the stairs on the first floor immediately raised his gun. Without saying a word, he raised his hand or even took aim, and a hail of bullets shot out. The "flame of death" penetrated all over his body.
It was shot into the chest that had been roasted by the fierce fire until it was charred, and even the blood on the surface began to boil. A burst of blood spattered and the "flesh fuel" crashed to the ground in the blink of an eye.
The screams in front of me stopped suddenly, but the screams further up to the second floor continued.
The column of IS7 heavy tanks and coordinated infantry on the street continued to march. The IS7 heavy tanks with full firepower would roar and fire a shot almost every ten or twenty meters forward.
The efficient and reliable semi-automatic loader brings a huge loading efficiency bonus. The ruthless and destructive killing sends waves of German sticks into the sky amidst the rumbling explosions and into death purgatory.
The infantry soldiers following IS7 are methodical. Every time they reach a suitable distance, they will separate into a group of soldiers, and under the leadership of the squad leader or platoon leader, they will rush towards the high or low, large or small street buildings.
, carry out powerful and powerful indoor clearance operations with absolute firepower advantages to ensure the absolute safety of our subsequent passing troops and eliminate future troubles forever.
The German army, which was effectively suppressed by the devastating heavy firepower, could no longer stand it any longer. No matter how strong their desire to attack was, they were so helpless in front of the IS7 "Iron Curtain" that hit them head-on with their overwhelming aura.
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Morale alone cannot destroy those terrifying steel war beasts. Even with great courage, there is nothing you can do without the weapons at your disposal.
This is a crushing battle of absolute strength. Every minute and every second, wailing and screaming flesh and blood bodies are killed in the streets, and they are smashed to pieces, especially those who drive away without even having time to scream.
There are a lot of people around, and the face-to-face close combat where life is at stake is so cruel.
Attracted by the screams that could be clearly heard through the thick armored bulkhead of the turret, Iushkin, whose eyes were still pressed in front of the high-magnification narrow-field gun scope, immediately looked up and moved his sight to the front of the gun scope.
In front of the gunner's special wide-angle periscope above, a horrifying scene was seen immediately afterwards.
Three, four.
It could be more
A series of human-shaped fireballs were falling from the second floor of a three-story building facing the street. Iushkin was very sure that each of them was a living person, at least they were still alive at the moment they fell out of the window screaming and wailing.
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Those human-shaped fireballs fell one after another from the window sill on the second floor. The Red Army soldiers on the street who were attracted by the screams and witnessed this scene immediately hid aside, trying not to be affected by the flames.
The human-shaped fireball that fell to the ground from the second floor was not completely dead, but it still retained its last tenacious vitality and was unwilling to die just like this.
"Woah!!! Woahhhhhhhh!!!"
The humanoid fireball struggled and screamed on the ground, having completely lost the strength to get up from the ground.
The IS7 heavy tanks on the side were still rumbling past on the street. The Red Army soldiers who followed the IS7 and tried to stay as far away as possible also ignored this. They concentrated on the battle in front of them and did not even have the intention to reload their guns.
The screams like killing pigs continued until they disappeared.