After the second floor was barely taken, two men were already reduced. Counting the four men who evacuated the wounded, Sulovechenko's two squads of troops attacking the building were suddenly reduced by six men.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a "massive downsizing".
"The bastard fascists must have done it on purpose! If you don't blow up people, they will only blow up badly. They know that we will never leave our comrades behind. The loss of our personnel due to this back and forth is much higher than the direct bombing to death.
"
The squad leader named Ocharov was so angry that he started cursing on the spot. Speaking of which, this squad leader is of German descent. You can hear the German flavor just by hearing the name.
After the October Revolution and the birth of the red regime, their family moved to the Soviet Union out of yearning for a new communist world. Like many foreigners of that era, their family had been living in the Soviet Union until then.
He is a serious native German.
But at this moment, the young squad leader is only filled with resentment. He has no so-called "fellowship" with these die-hard Nazis. He just wants to kill those who are still entrenched on the floors above.
Disgusting.
"Now that you know it, don't say it. It's of no use. Letting those nazis have a taste of the gun is your only effective response. Let's go."
Sulovechenko, who has seen many strong winds and waves, will not be intimidated by this little trick of the enemy.
At most, it was because I bumped into you for the first time and you were unprepared and suffered a loss. Knowing that you have developed a new dirty trick, be careful. As for the battle, it is natural that it should be fought and must continue, and it must be fought with more fierce momentum.
Revenge, let the die-hard Nazis know how much they weigh.
"Wait, listen! There is movement at the top of the stairs, go and take a look -"
"Star!"
Before Squad Leader Ocharov heard the strange words, before he could finish speaking, a burst of well-spoken Russian shouting came from the stairs where there was a strange noise, interrupting his words.
"Okay, I'm one of my own, be careful not to get hurt accidentally."
Sulovchenko, who was leading the team, heard the secret signal and responded with "Moon". At the same time, he led his soldiers to move closer. When he was approaching the stairs, he saw that the soldiers who had just shouted the secret signal were standing there.
After receiving the response, he finally showed his face and went up to the second floor to show up.
Moreover, it was not only these fully armed combat engineers who came up to support us, but the items they carried on their backs were really good things that made people excited after seeing them.
"How did you get this thing up? Where did you get it?"
Sulovchenko was a little confused. He didn't quite remember that he had ordered this thing to be brought into the car before setting off. The leading soldier who was carrying a heavy load smiled slightly and replied.
"Comrade Company Commander asked us to bring it. The few infantry tanks we came with were not filled with people. They were filled with ammunition for replenishment and some special equipment that may be used, including this thing. Comrade Company Commander said
This is just in case of unexpected events. It is better to have it and not use it than not to use it when you need it. Well, this is what Comrade Commander said before."
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Without saying a word to himself, Alsim had someone put individual flamethrowers, which were large, bulky, and took up a lot of space in the vehicle, into the infantry fighting vehicle transporting supplies, and brought them over with them.
It really has to be said that it has been carefully considered, and Sulovechenko also admitted that this thing is needed now, and it is also the most suitable situation for the flamethrower.
Alsim, who looks silly, big, black and thick, is really "a man who cannot be judged by his appearance". Sulovchenko gradually understood why this old man could control this company of "tough and powerful men". This is indeed no coincidence.
But there is a reason.
"Watch out! Grenade!!!"
Sulovechenko, who had just met the reinforcements, had not had time to give an order. The guard soldier who was guarding the other side not far away from the stairs leading to the third floor roared. Before he could finish his words, there was another one.
An unexpected explosion came suddenly, causing people's ears to hurt in the small and airtight indoor space.
"Damn it! There's really no end to this bunch of scum!"
"Okay! Without further ado, let's give them a taste of barbecue! Today's dinner is barbecue!"
"yes!"
The battle in the block downstairs is still going on. Machine guns and main guns are used together. The IS7 heavy tanks with full firepower are still firing wildly with all their strength. The huge roar of the cannons is deafening, one after another, including the 25 BMP43 infantry fighting vehicles.
The firing sound of the millimeter machine gun clusters was continuous, and the defensive blocking battle downstairs was more intense than the haggling in the market early in the morning.
Sulovechenko, who had no time to think about, could not think about the fighting situation downstairs. He just wanted to handle his work quickly. The flamethrowers and soldiers who came up with the new reinforcements rushed to the stairs.
The edge is ready.
"This won't set the whole building on fire, right? Then how can we stay stationed?"
"Go to hell! Don't worry about it, burn the Nazis to death first and then put out the fire! Purify this broken building and then treat the guests to those Nazis who continue to come here to die!"
While the two warriors were whispering, the warrior with a flamethrower who had already stood at the top of the stairs was already releasing his anger.
A gel-like jet stream formed by a mixture of compressed and viscous fuel surges out of the iron pipe at the moment the trigger is pulled. When overfired at the nozzle, it turns into a ferocious fire dragon and shoots upward diagonally.
He rushed straight towards the ceiling of the third floor.
The power of this spray was far greater than expected. At least Sulovechenko, who had never seen a flamethrower in actual combat, thought it was "really scary" after seeing it.
The high-pressure gel jet that hit the ceiling of the third floor was immediately dispersed like a blazing fire due to the powerful compression impact.
The result was that what was a jet of fire dragon in the last second turned into a rain of fire from the sky in the next second. With residual impact and considerable potential energy, in the small space on the third floor
The fire immediately started to scatter in all directions, and in an instant the flames shot into the sky and flooded the entire indoor space.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
"Hot! Fire! It's on fire, the Russians set it on fire!!!!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"
"Water, where is the water! It's scalding me to death, it's scalding me to death!!!"
Listening to the sound of pig slaughtering so close at hand, coming from the fire-breathing third floor, Ocharov, the German squad leader who was aggrieved just now because of the sneak attack and hated the Nazis to the bone, now just wanted to laugh.
"Okay! That's how it should be damned, Suka! Burn these naughty pigs to death! Use flames to purify the naughty evil!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Before squad leader Ocharov finished speaking, he didn't expect that a scream of pig slaughter came directly from behind him.
It was a German paratrooper who was on fire and in heart-wrenching pain. He couldn't bear the pain. He lost his footing and fell out of the window on the third floor while running around like a headless fly. His whole body was on fire and he flashed past the window.