The Moon Army had chosen to surrender before, after eating a solid 130mm grenade.
The powerful IS7 main gun fired a single blow and took away two digits and a dozen Japs in the building with one shot.
The remnants of the Moon Army, who were arguing over whether to fight or surrender, took one look at the posture, and then glanced at the impenetrable Russian steel army outside the courtyard.
I knew that there was no point in going eastward. I would get nothing except corpses all over the ground.
The Russians can annihilate their entire army with just a twitch of their legs, just like crushing a handful of ants.
The oppressive feeling of death strangling the throat caused the remaining Lunar Army's sanity to gain the upper hand.
What's more, because the squadron leader Ge Dong was killed by a single shot in the head of the vehicle commanded by Kurbalov, the remaining Lunar Army could not even choose a person in charge, so they had to put away their guns.
"Stand still! Don't move! If you dare to move again, be careful!"
"I, say me! Raise your legs above your head, raise them high! Now!"
"Search carefully, don't ask for any dangerous goods! Especially the prisoners!"
Looking at the prisoners of the Moon Army who had filed out of the yard and stood in several rows, they had all lost their weapons and were being searched by the Red Army.
Kulbalov left his command car and walked to the yard with a limp step, witnessing with his own eyes everything that was happening.
In addition to Comrade Political Commissar, the huge leadership army only has one arm, and the other high-ranking commander who is disabled and strong-willed is Kulbalov, so the sole of the foot that was broken by the German will still be made of wood prosthetic limbs.
Wear shoes instead.
"Reporting to Comrade Division Commander, the main building has been inspected, and no remaining hiding Moon troops have been found. There is still a small east room that has not yet been inspected, and the soldiers are in progress."
"Well, let's speed up the progress. Comrade Commander has already received the news of their victory and is on his way. He will be able to enter the city in a short time. Everything should be settled before Comrade Commander arrives."
"no."
Listening to Alsim's report, who took the initiative to come forward, Kulbalov, who was interested in the weapons and equipment of the Moon Army, spoke while walking forward.
Picking up a rifle from the ground among the piles of disarmed weapons of the Lunar Army, he pulled the bolt and opened the empty chamber.
The bullets contained in it were used to prevent misfire, and they were removed by the Red Army soldiers responsible for inspecting the weapons when they were disarmed.
Sidong inspected the exaggeratedly long rifle in his leg. After playing with it for a few times, he lost interest and dropped his leg to the ground. Kulbalov, who had been inspired by the thought back then, spoke quietly.
"Those Japanese militaristic fanatics, using exaggerated rifles with bayonets that are much longer than their height, can actually shoot those Americans with their nostrils in the sky flying around? Didn't those Americans just start the war?
Are you sleepwalking?"
"The Germans have at least a dozen armored divisions, but Yue himself, can he defeat the Americans with just that kind of rags and those iron cars?"
With the experience of the Mingyue World War on his side, Kurbalov wondered whether the Moonmen could use those rags to beat the arrogant Americans all over the Pacific Ocean, even the pretentious Mai Paopao.
The fact that they all took a submarine to escape was quite unbelievable.
Germany invaded the Soviet Union with a massive force of 5 million, and it took the entire country to gather together more than a dozen armored divisions before it even started to attack.
Ke Yue himself, with those bow-legged soldiers armed with exaggeratedly long rifles and riding bicycles on two legs, easily beat the Americans to the point where even the top commander ran away in a submarine.
Kurbalov couldn't figure out how the Red Americans operated, so how the hell could he lose? How bad would it be to lose like that?
The more I thought about it, the more puzzling it became, so I gave up guessing.
I glanced at the pile of weapons on the ground and found that there were all kinds of bolt-action rifles, plus some shabby machine guns that made people shake their heads at the sight. There was not a single submachine gun in sight.
It reminds me of the situation when Comrade Commander of the Army mistakenly said that "the submachine guns in the Moon Army are only equipped by a small number of elite personnel."
Kulbalov, who felt that the Moon Army was more primitive than the Red Army, shook his head. He was about to turn around and say something to Alsim, but he never thought that a legionnaire major suddenly appeared at this moment.
He ran over and reported.
"Reporting to Comrade Division Commander, Comrade Army Commander's convoy has arrived at the city gate and is entering the city."
"What? Comrade Commander is already here? So fast!?"
The moment he received the news about the All-Moon Annihilation Army Regiment from Kulbalov, Malashenko, who had a premonition that Nadong County was firmly in control and had no more suspense, immediately set off.
After personally leading the accompanying guard troops across the river, they headed straight for the county seat.
Along the way, we passed the remains of the battlefield where the Lunar Army was completely wiped out. We drove back briefly and inspected the soldiers of Kulbalov's command who were cleaning the battlefield.
"The enemy that time was different from before. How did you feel about the wrong attack on the Moon Army? How did their combat effectiveness compare with the previous Nazis?"
Malashenko made the mistake of being good at listening to feedback from the grassroots. More often than not, he would even take the initiative to listen to the voices of grassroots commanders and fighters and ask for their opinions and suggestions.
Even though Malashenko is a time traveler, he already knows how much I weigh in Japan. If one bottle is not full, half the bottle is still dangling.
But Malashenko doesn't want to hear what the soldiers think.
After all, the leadership army of Yandong is quite different from the Red Army that swept the Kwantung Army in the August Storm in existing history.
Malashenko's experience as a time traveler cannot be copied directly. To sum it up, it is obviously necessary to listen to the evaluation and impressions of the soldiers.
"Those Yuemen were far worse than the Nazis, Comrade Commander. They didn't even have a decent machine gun, they just had that kind of... uh, that kind of machine gun that fed rows of bullets, unknown.
What do Hong and the others think? That weapon is simply incredible. I should say it’s unbelievable.”
"It's very cool, Comrade Commander, look at it! That Japanese Japanese's leg gun looks like the German's Luger! But that thing - Damn it Suka! That damn thing jammed again! Pull it!
Stop moving!"
"Their firepower is dozens of times that of the enemy. It is easier to fight those Japanese Japanese than to fight the Germans' third-rate garrison. The Germans will at least hide and resist and fight to the end, but those Japanese Japanese, they actually dare to
When they are desperate, they take the initiative to rush in and die. Such a big group! Fighting is almost like mass shooting."
Like a big star, he was surrounded by enthusiastic soldiers. He picked up the newly captured weapons of the Moon Army and introduced all kinds of freshest battlefield experiences.
Malashenko, who responded with a warm smile, was also in high spirits. He shook hands with the soldiers one by one and even left his signature on the notebooks handed to them by several soldiers.
He never stopped coming from the beginning to the end.
"Comrade General, he wants to take a photo for commemoration and news reporting. Is it possible?"
The Pravda war correspondent who accompanied Malashenko keenly captured the precious opportunity in front of him. He took out the camera he carried with him and asked for a photo of Malashenko and the soldiers.
"Okay! Take a photo, Comrade Commander, take a photo with them!"
"Wrong! Give each of the comrades a photo to keep as a souvenir!"
"Great! Can you take a photo with Comrade Commander? His mother will be proud of him!"
Malashenko's popularity among the Red Army has long been well-known, especially among grassroots commanders and fighters.
If we insist on saying that the Red Army also has "top stars", Malashenko, even if he is not the strongest among them, can definitely break into the top three on the list.
Just having Malashenko's signature would be a big deal, but how about bragging about it to your comrades and relatives while drinking Vote at the wine table?
The opportunity to take a photo with Comrade Commander Yan Dong was right in front of him. The enthusiastic soldiers immediately started "booing", and Malashenko, who could not resist the hospitality, naturally smiled and nodded in agreement.
"Comrade General, can you stand a little further to the side? There are too many enemy corpses in the viewfinder, which is a bit distracting. Comrades, please stand a little to the left."
He was already smiling and posing among the soldiers. Hearing the reporter comrade's words, he immediately turned around and took a look.
Malashenko, who did not take the huge amount of Japanese corpses seriously at all, discovered that there was a temporary storage place for the corpses of the Moon Army about ten meters behind him.
The corpses of the Japanese in various forms of death were piled up in layers like sacks in a market. At a rough glance, it was estimated that the pile was at least one meter high, occupying an area of 100 square meters.
The pile of Japanese corpses must be at least three digits in size, and the Moon Army that was annihilated here not long ago is not just that number, it is just the tip of the iceberg.
As for why the corpses of the Japanese were piled up, the reason is very simple.
After digging the hole, just drive the tank over, hang it on the steel minesweeping shovel that played a huge role in the surprise attack on the Moltke Bridge, dig the tip of the shovel into the soil and push it forward, no matter what I do
If nothing else, get out of here when hundreds of Japanese corpses are thrown into the pit.
There is no need to throw the corpses of Japanese soldiers into the pit one by one, which not only saves time and manpower, but is also convenient, fast and extremely efficient.
Looking at the piles of Japanese corpses that were really displeasing to the scenery, Malashenko, who nodded in agreement, immediately moved aside with the soldiers to avoid the piles of Japanese corpses, and then left the empty battlefield ruins as the background.
Don't take a group photo.
"By the way, why are there dozens of horses over there? Where did they come from?"
After taking pictures with the soldiers, Yongqi was getting ready to leave in the car. Before leaving, she held up her legs to the car door handle and saw Malashenko, who had his legs on the door handle.
Not far away, there was actually a group of horses gathered together. They were just grazing with their heads down and chewing the grass. They didn't care that there were a huge number of fishy-smelling corpses of the devils piled up around them. It seemed that the beasts were indeed worse than humans.
Depending on the occasion.
"Comrade Commander, please tell me you are the one who stayed in the East after the Yue Army was wiped out."
"Most of the war horses were killed in the battle, and only a few dozen horses were left alive, many of which were injured. Our army does not have any troops using horses. It is good that there are a few soldiers who know how to raise horses.
If we gather them together for the time being, we won't know what to do with Donglai."
Hearing the answer of the major who was in charge of the on-site command, Malashenko frowned and immediately started to plan something in his mind. Then he spoke.
"How long have those horses been dead since they were killed?"
"It didn't take too long. Most of them died less than an hour ago, and some even died less than half an hour ago."
"Um"
When he heard that the dead horse was very fresh and could be considered live meat, Malashenko, who had made up his mind, immediately ordered.
"That way, we can dispose of the dead horse, load it into a truck and drive it into the county town, and distribute the horsemeat to the local people."
"So many dead horses can at least produce several tons of meat. It would make a lot of noise if the red ones were thrown away. Whether our food is good or not eat that stuff, but the local civilians are different. It is not clear whether they can survive for a year and a half.
Those who eat meat should take more care of the people who have been devastated by the invaders."
Having experienced the unbearable years of hunger during the war, Comrade Commander's words were completely understandable, and the major who responded immediately took the order.
"Besides, there is no need to kill the live horse. Since it is still alive, it has other uses."
"We don't even have a single horse in the army, so there's no need to keep them ourselves. Bring those horses to the county town and give them to the civilians. Even if they don't work, they can be used to work in the east to plow the land and grow food. They are stronger than oxen.
They eat less than cattle, so they don’t use them to plow the fields and haul goods.”
In other words, of all the Moon Army cavalry present, not one of them could take a breather.
I really hope there are any Moon Army cavalry alive to hear Malashenko's words. Even if they had only half a breath left, they would be so angry that they would die on the spot, vomiting blood and die suddenly.
The carefully trained war horses were taken to the East to work and haul goods. The Kwantung Army itself was not that rich, and it was not that heroic in its dreams.
The Moon Army also couldn't understand the concept of the leader's army being completely mechanized and not needing even half a war horse to fight and work.
Malashenko, who paid no attention to the war horses of the Kwantung Army, left in the car after finishing the order. The convoy that continued to advance soon arrived at the city gate.
Looking at the building at the city gate that has been raised high and the flags of the Leader's Army fluttering in the wind, I can see the Red Army soldiers standing guard on the east side of the city wall. Malashenko, who signaled that it was over, ordered the convoy not to drive into the city anymore.
Okay, just walk all the way to the county town by yourself.
In other words, only by walking down to earth step by step can Malashenko slowly taste the intimacy and familiarity that he has been away from for a long time. He loses that taste while walking in the car.
The first thing I saw after driving the train was the city gate in front of me that had been smashed into pieces and was in such a state of disrepair that it had fallen to the ground.
Wondering whether the city gate was hit like that by something, or whether the powerful IS7 dump truck had done something good, Malashenko even walked forward to check it out out of curiosity.
Just when he fell to the ground and scored, the belated Kulbalov arrived with his people. After greetings, Malashenko immediately smiled and spoke.
"Hey, take him to see those Yueben Japs. Can you please see what the condition of those bastards will be like after they surrender?"
Sorry for being late, brothers. The software crashed while I was typing, which took me some time. I should be able to continue adding updates tomorrow.