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Chapter 601

For Malashenko, who traveled through time and space from later generations, on the eve of the Battle of Stalingrad in 1942, which had not yet been reclaimed by brutal street fighting, it was an easy thing to plot against the Germans in the house.

The logistical supply of artillery shells that had just arrived from Stalingrad was so large that Malashenko ordered that all the ammunition racks of his tanks be filled, and hundreds of boxes were loaded into the accompanying gas truck.

, there are still more than a hundred boxes of artillery shells with no place to use.

In fact, for Malashenko's First Guards Heavy Tank Breakthrough Regiment, which has the priority to supplement, Comrade Lao Tie, who is in trouble, also tried every means to provide Malashenko with supplies within his ability. According to Marashenko,

The supply of tank shells sent by Shenke when a regiment was fully equipped was one of them.

But what Timoshenko didn't expect was that after Malashenko retreated to this small, barren village despite being pursued and intercepted by the Germans and bombed from the air, he would then fight twice in succession, which was enough to knock him out.

tough battle.

Not being completely wiped out by the German army in this village was the best result of Malashenko's command of the troops who risked their lives. The tenacious and unyielding fighting will was vividly reflected in this small village as big as a palm.

The problem that followed was that Malashenko, who only had eight tanks left in his hands, simply could not use up the tank shells that were sent to the regiment at full strength, even if he tried his best to take away as many shells as possible.

There is still a lot left in the end.

It was not the best choice for Malashenko to blow up these shells in vain or be captured by the Germans. Malashenko, who traveled back in time with the complete memories of future generations, naturally came up with a very special idea.

A sinister plot - booby traps.

Not knowing what kind of dangers were hidden in the village, a company of German infantry who sneaked into the village quickly spread out their search queue according to the usual attack formation used to seize the village. Every move showed that they were qualified and in place.

Quality, this is obviously a relatively elite team of German veterans.

A very abrupt wooden pile was erected in the yard of a special-looking wooden house. There was even a communication antenna on the wooden pile that was obviously used to send and receive telegrams.

A forward German squad leader who led the search was the first to notice this situation. It goes without saying what the yard where the antenna can be erected was used for.

In order to see if there was any usable intelligence or valuable discoveries left in the yard, the German squad leader who led the team softly greeted and gestured to the squad soldiers beside him.

A German squad submachine gunner, who gripped the submachine gun tightly in his hand, then slowly moved towards the front.

The door to the entire courtyard was open, and various empty boxes and used and unused telegraph newspapers were scattered all over the floor. The sharp-eyed German squad leader walking at the front even saw a few full rounds thrown under the electric pole a few meters away.

Powerful rifle bullets, the obvious scene shows that the person who originally stayed here must have left in such a hurry that even a few bullets fell scattered on the ground and there was no time to pick them up.

Although what he saw seemed to indicate that the Soviet troops in the village had already disappeared without a trace and fled overnight, the German squad leader, who did not dare to be careless at all, still reached out and touched the ammunition bag inserted in his waist based on the principle of safety.

There was an M24 grenade on the wooden handle. While holding the wooden handle tightly and slowly pulling it out, he immediately winked at his other partner beside him.

Another German submachine gunner who understood the situation took out the M24 grenade from the ammunition bag on his waist in almost the same movement. After quietly unscrewing the cover and putting the fuse on his little finger, he shot towards the door in front of him almost at the same time.

He threw it out of the unclosed hut.

"hidden!"

boom--

Although the M24 long-handled grenade loaded with 170 grams of explosives did not have many fragments, it was still very powerful. The powerful power of the offensive grenade was fully exerted in the narrow cabin room, deafening. The half-hanging door was already crumbling.

The wooden door was immediately blown outwards by the powerful impact.

Fortunately, this seemingly dilapidated cabin at least had its load-bearing structure intact and remained standing despite the powerful force of two M24 long-handled grenades.

Taking advantage of the moment when the explosions had just subsided and the smoke had not dispersed, the German squad leader, holding the MP40 submachine gun tightly in his hand, took the lead and immediately rushed into the house with a lunge and raised the muzzle of the gun.

The room filled with smoke and dust was so quiet that you could almost hear a pin drop.

The fragmented remains of the wooden command table that were blown up by two M24 long-handled grenades were scattered on the ground. Some telegraph newspapers and documents temporarily attached to the wall were also shattered and scattered on the ground. The feet were completely changed by the explosion.

Water poured out from the military kettle and sprinkled all over the floor.

"Phew... Looks like the Russians are all gone, these damn cowards!"

"They are not cowards, Stein, have you forgotten the mountain of corpses?"

"...."

In ancient China, there was a very bloody war custom.

In order to frighten his enemies and let everyone in the world know what will happen to idiots who dare to be enemies with his own army, the generals of the victorious side often cut off the heads of all the corpses of enemy soldiers on the battlefield after the victory.

Send people to pile them up together to form a row of hills, euphemistically called "Jingguan".

Although Malashenko did not have extra time to cut off the heads of the German corpses one by one, it was still very easy to pile the corpses of thousands of German soldiers together into a hill. There were hundreds of strong German prisoners.

When working as a prostitute, it only takes two round trips to complete the work.

Most of the corpses of thousands of German soldiers who died yesterday had been exposed to the scorching sun, and then were soaked in the cold and desolate night for a whole night. After dawn, they were exposed to the scorching heat of the rapidly heating summer for an hour or two.

The pungent smell carried by the wind can be smelled downwind even from a kilometer away.

When the large German troops that arrived later saw the corpses of thousands of comrades piled into a hill in front of them, surrounded by mosquitoes and flies, and the stench was overwhelming.

Some German recruits who had just been drafted from domestic reserves this year to fill the front line to fill the gap and who had not yet witnessed the brutal fighting in last year's war vomited all over the floor on the spot.

The German veterans who had been killed in the cold winter outside Moscow could not help but be deeply shocked when they saw this. The purgatory-like scene in front of them was something they had never seen before in their dreams.

No one knows what kind of Soviet commander was so cruel and inhumane that he could order such a thing to be done that even Satan would be afraid of.

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