The corpses of Japanese soldiers in various forms of death lay scattered all over the ground. The missing arms and legs that had been blown up by shells were everywhere on the ground.
There was an unlimited supply of blood and minced meat. Alsim, who had seen the scene in front of him many times, did not even frown. He just raised his gun and led the soldiers with their legs to spread out in a search formation.
, accompanied by the infantry fighting vehicles and tanks advancing at a constant speed, they continued to advance.
"There are people dead everywhere. They are almost in the water, and there are very few people alive."
Not far away from Alsim, Sulovechenko, who was also leading the search with another platoon, frowned.
Not because of the extremely strong smell of the Japanese in front of me, but because from the time I saw the first Japanese corpse behind the east carriage, it would be almost done even if I hadn't been pushed into the liquid field by now.
There was not a single living person in the enemy liquid field. Outside the immediate field of vision, there were only corpses, and there were all kinds of weapon fragments and flaming wreckage everywhere.
Seeing a leg sticking out of the floating soil in front of him, Sulovchenko, who wanted to try his luck, immediately raised his gun in front of the floating soil and stabbed it on the spot with the AK with the bayonet on it.
The feeling of piercing into the soil is as soft as piercing into cotton, and there is no firm feeling like the tip of the knife touching flesh and bone.
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Wu Nai × Ship ⊥ Returning to Nai Nai Zhang Lichenko could already guess that, while still holding the gun with his right leg, he immediately freed his left leg, grabbed the leg that was sticking out of the floating soil, and then pulled it out.
The facts before us can be said to be true and consistent with what Sulovechenko judged based on experience and trial and error.
What's buried in the floating soil is the legs, that's just the legs.
The legs and arms that were supposed to be connected to the legs had long since disappeared, and as for the body behind the legs and arms, it was unknown where they were blown away.
From the moment he felt the faint touch on the front of the bayonet, Sulovechenko knew that there was a 99% chance that it would turn out like that.
Looking at the broken leg that had no trace of blood, it was cold and without any warmth. It was unknown how long it had been removed from the body.
Sulovechenko's request was in vain, and he threw the Japanese's broken leg aside like garbage, then continued to raise the rifle in his leg and pointed it towards Choi.
"Are a lot of horses dead there? Are those Japanese Japanese cavalry?"
"No, no, no. Look, that damn ghost is wearing a saber."
As the two warriors who communicated in low voices said.
Among the various corpses visible to the naked eye at the bombardment site, horse corpses may not be the largest in number, but they are certainly the most eye-catching.
The corpses of a large number of war horses that had been killed by shelling, bombardment, or even died of shock on the spot were almost everywhere.
The powerful 203 cannon and the even more terrifying 310mm rockets blew up the war horses that had received special military training and even shattered them on the spot.
We have seen many dead people on the battlefield, but there are indeed not many dead horses on the battlefield.
Seeing that the body of a war horse in front of me was blown into two pieces at the waist, the huge severed limbs and various stinky internal organs outside the abdominal cavity were scattered all over the ground along with the broken red bones. The smell was far stronger than that of the corpses of the Japanese soldiers.
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Even those veteran soldiers of Alsim Company who have experienced hundreds of battles will try to stay as far away as possible if they don't want to get close, because the smell that floats in the wind is too strong and pungent.
"The meat is very fresh, and there is such a large amount. It would be a bit awkward if it was left there to rot."
Although Alsim Company's casualty ratio is not low, the ratio of veterans is also very high. The veterans who are able to survive are basically top elites with full battlefield survival skills and tactical tactics. Compared with their company commander, although
Somewhat inferior but still far superior to ordinary people.
Among them, there are many veterans who participated in the Battle of Stalingrad, or even the Battle of Leningrad even longer ago.
Thinking back to those hard days, in fact, the most difficult thing to pay was the German Nazis.
At least they are not flesh and blood bodies with a head on their shoulders, and they will still die if they are shot, bayoneted or blown away by artillery. Just ask me to have the courage, then the Nazis will turn into corpses.
But invisible hunger is a more terrifying enemy than Nazism.
Destroying the bodies of soldiers and obliterating the will of the Red Army will cause even greater trouble than those Nazis who are armed to the teeth.
At least the Nazis can be eliminated, but if they are hungry and the battle continues for a day, they will have to risk their lives. No matter how powerful the weapons in my legs are, they cannot be eliminated.
I recall that during that period of confinement, I even caught mice, cooked the pot, and mixed it with whatever was edible to make a sumptuous meal.
As for the war horses, they had all been killed long ago.
In the early to mid-stage of the famine that swept through the Red Army, the war horses of former companions and comrades-in-arms had been killed and shared, to the point of eating rat meat. Where could there be many war horses to kill?
When Ruming saw the horse meat lying all over the place in front of him, he couldn't help but feel emotional.
Soldiers who once fought hungry and could only eat a piece of bread a day felt an indescribable feeling in their hearts when they saw edible things, especially the horse meat of war horses being thrown away and wasted in this way.
"Did he remember that in the suburbs of Berlin, the German civilians would snatch the carcass of a horse and fight with knives used to cut horse flesh, killing several people?"
"It's obvious that the horse's corpse cannot be eaten. It turns out that a living person died because of it. Human nature has long since rotted and stinked just like the horse's corpse."
"Shhh - there seems to be movement ahead."
Before the two soldiers who were conversing could finish their words, another soldier on the side suddenly raised his leg to signal.
There seemed to be something moving in the pile of corpses on the ground. The vigilant soldiers could clearly see that the floating soil beneath the pile of corpses was loosening and sliding. It was not at all like a situation caused by being blown by the wind.
"Cover him."
After making a silent leg move that required cover, the three warriors immediately dispersed their formation, and their left, center, and right sides simultaneously moved towards the pile of corpses buried under the floating soil.
When I took a closer look, I realized that the pile of floating soil was actually a huge crater.
It seems that another heavy artillery shell that hit very close to the point exploded nearby, stirring up tons of floating soil and falling from the sky, directly burying the Japanese soldiers hiding in the pit who were not sure whether they were alive or dead, and who might be alive and breathing.
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There was more than one Japs hiding in the bomb crater, which could be seen by just looking at more than one pair of legs and feet exposed outside the mound of floating soil.
The huge amount of soil, even if it is just floating soil, is so heavy that the person being buried is not able to escape by himself, even if his feet are exposed.
If no one was there to help, it would have been predictable.
Temporary burial alive will turn into permanent burial alive. It only takes a few minutes for a person to be completely dead due to lack of oxygen and suffocation.
Judging by the time, there is a high probability that none of the Japanese buried in the pit will be alive.
But seeing the mound of floating soil moving is not true. Maybe the Japanese who were lucky enough to get stuck in the gap between some corpses can take a breather. It turns out that lucky Japanese are still alive today.
The soldier who walked to the pile of floating soil decided to give it a try. Under the cover of his comrades, he immediately took out his engineering shovel and quickly dug up the floating soil in twos and twos.
Soon, a very moving steel helmet appeared first in the field of vision.
"Help—help him—someone help—"
". Really alive?"
The soldier who realized that there was nothing left to dig looked overjoyed. Without further ado, he immediately raised his legs and used the engineering shovel to continue digging away the remaining loose soil.
That very moving Japanese steel helmet, the real owner of the cry for help in the Eastern Moon on the surface of the earth, was finally dug out and could see the sky and the moon again.
But Bu's condition was not very good. The long-term lack of oxygen had made the unfortunate guy very angry, and his eyes were rolling. It was estimated that if he was buried for another ten minutes, he would burp and ascend to heaven.
"Hey! Take a breath! Can you shut up? Just nod and ask me if you have anything to say."
After a long period of battle preparations, the leadership army, whose soldiers are already of high quality, has now basically deployed soldiers who understand the Moon Language to the squad level, and placed soldiers or commanders who are proficient in the Moon Language in every platoon.
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There are even top elites like Alsim Company, warriors who are proficient in Moon Language, available in every squad.
Of course, it is not a Siberian roughneck like Comrade Company Commander, but other soldiers or grassroots commanders with sufficient education, such as the current squad leader who took the initiative to ask questions.
"Drink-ha-drink-ha-"
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Seeing the Japs see the sky and the moon again, they were gasping for air, and their eyes were as wide as cow's eggs. They were struggling to stay alive and couldn't care less about talking and answering.
"Please don't go and look elsewhere? You're just wasting your time with that guy."
The squad vice-president suggested from the side, but the squad leader was determined to give it a try again.
After all, the probability of encountering someone who is obviously looking for a living person in the liquid plain is really too low to try one's luck.
"Hey! Shut up, he begged me to shut up! If you can hear it, just nod and respond, immediately!"
The gasping Japs did indeed hear it, but they did not respond with nods or spoken words.
"Sokka! Monitor, be careful!"
I saw that the Japanese soldier had just pulled out his right leg that was buried under his body. His eyes were quick and his legs were quick. The soldier shouted loudly and immediately stepped forward. He raised his leg and hit the AK with the bayonet. If he aimed the arm with all his strength,
one strike.
"ah!!!"
The Japs who were so angry just now that they were gasping for air screamed in agony, their legs and arms were pierced by bayonets and their disguise was also revealed.
What rolled down from the uncontrollable right leg was a leg mine with its pin pulled out.
"That bitch actually wants to die together!? You shouldn't have saved him!"
The soldiers of the Leader's Army who encountered the Moon Army for the first time had never experienced the madness of those lunatics.
Although there have been various courses and Tōhatsu's leg-learning manuals before, once they are popularized, there will be quite a few fanatics in the Moon Army who are unwilling to be captured, and even if they are seriously injured, they will fire leg grenades and die together.
But seeing it on paper is different from meeting it in real life. It was the first time I saw those crazy warriors who were so desperate for their lives. I was a little surprised.
Indeed, I didn’t expect that even when it came to being buried alive, the Japanese Japanese would not surrender but actually wanted to drag others on their backs and die together. The level of fanaticism and madness of the invaders was rare even if they were not alive.
For the time being, the Japanese soldier who had his leg and arm pierced by a bayonet and was already half-dead and being stared at walked to the leg grenade that was stabbed by a soldier with a bayonet and then kicked away. He then bent down and stretched out his legs to pick it up.
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"Well, it's safe. That thing is so bad that it can't be exploded in one process."
Because we had previously learned about the roughness and characteristics of the Moon Army's equipment, the squad leader, who noticed something was wrong, picked up the kicked leg mine and took a look, only to find that the situation was as expected.
The Japanese soldier who wanted to drag others to death had just enough time to pull out the safety pin, but had no chance to knock the firing pin away to trigger the primer. The warrior with sharp eyes and quick legs kicked the gun away with a bayonet and a thunderbolt in his leg.
Is it true that the weird design of the Japanese leg mine, which requires knocking something to trigger the primer, is rare? This indirectly leads to the fact that many times, even if the Japanese soldiers want to pull people to death together, they will most likely fail.
In a capture scene where the gun is held up to the nose, if someone with quick eyesight and quick legs misses the target, I will not be given the opportunity to knock my leg against something hard like Tsukimoto Japs did.
Thanks to Yue himself's weird and stupid design, Lei Na's leg flew out on the spot after being kicked by the projectile. Instead, he was picked up by the squad leader and shared with his comrades.
"That thing won't explode suddenly, right?"
The soldiers who saw the strange object for the first time were a little worried, but the squad leader who had thoroughly studied the Leg Manual of Cuoyue Army equipment was confident. He pointed to the safety part at the front of the leg mine and explained it to the soldiers.
"The firing pin moved eastward without impact, and the thing couldn't explode. It can be clearly seen from the appearance. You have to knock the front part in before it explodes."
After studying the devil's weird leg thunder, he threw it away from a safe distance. Knowing that there was no need to talk nonsense, the squad leader raised his finger forward, signaling to continue moving forward.
Another soldier who understood the situation immediately walked forward, raised his leg and hit the AK with the bayonet, giving the Japanese who wanted death a good blow on the spot.
The red knife went in and out, stabbing him to the core. With a tilt of his head, he ended the life of the dog seeking death.
"Are all Tsukimoto Japanese like that? That would be too crazy."
After finishing the matter, the squad leader came to Sulovchenko and continued to advance with vigilance, raising his gun while asking questions in a low voice. Sulovchenko responded with a calm expression.
"There are fanatics and strong men, just like the Nazis have lunatic SS soldiers, but there are also strong men who are afraid of death. I will definitely remember the events in Berlin."
"So if you keep looking, you will definitely find something else."
Before Sulovchenko finished speaking, the roar of the advancing tracks of the infantry chariot continued beside him. Alsim, not far away, had already achieved what Sulovchenko said.
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"Open your eyes, keep your tongue straight, and tell me carefully, where have our troops gone? Where are all the people who are still alive?"
Unlike Sulovchenko, Alsim pulled out the driver and soldier who was stuck and half-dead in the wreckage of a destroyed Japanese truck.
You will only know if you ask roughly.
It turns out that this guy was originally a truck driver who delivered grain to a flour mill run by the Japanese in Northeast China. Until the Kwantung Army recruited young men, they were everywhere, especially those with technical qualifications who could not drive a car. They were forced to join the army with a summons.
He has been employed as a troop transport truck driver for just three months so far.
So not only was that guy afraid of dying and begging for mercy, but he was also very willing to answer Alsim's question, and he immediately blurted out the words of begging for mercy.