Most things in this world are relative, and there are very few things that violate the common sense of "one slap can't make a difference".
The German soldiers who witnessed this scene were surprised and disgusted. They cursed the Soviet commander who had committed such a bloody scene and wished to catch him and skin him immediately.
But Malashenko, whose troops had suffered so much losses that he was almost wiped out, didn't want to stuff the entire Sixth Army's German troops into the tracks of his tanks and mince them into mincemeat.
Hatred in war is relative and can never be one-sided.
War itself is a bloody grinding machine that breeds and spreads hatred without limit. It will never stop unless one side is defeated and surrenders.
Immediately after the end of an act of revenge, hatred will breed again, spreading to a more powerful and wider range of hatred. The endless hatred will eventually infect everyone involved in the war machine. The so-called conscience and kindness are sold as scraps here.
None of the value is worth anything at all.
Putting these dead German corpses on display in Beijing was already an act of "great mercy" by Malashenko. At that time, Malashenko, who was so angry that he almost lost his mind, had not been stopped by the political commissar Petrov.
It would be strange if those hundreds of German prisoners were not turned into a hornet's nest by the angry Malashenko and his men.
The memory of the German squad leader who witnessed the Beijing view was still fresh in his mind almost an hour later. To be honest, he felt that he might not even have the heart to eat lunch at this moment, even though he had done it last winter.
Sitting next to the frozen corpses of his comrades, gnawing bread from the corpses of Soviet soldiers, the situation at that time was nothing compared to the scene he had just seen.
The German squad leader who found nothing in the living room did not give up. The three side rooms in the side hall were still objects that he did not dare to take lightly and let down his vigilance.
He gestured to the several soldiers who were following him into the room. He led another submachine gunner and a rifleman to form a three-person team. The German squad leader, who put his index finger on the trigger of the submachine gun, then came to a distance from him.
In front of the door of the nearest side room, his palms, already slippery with sweat, raised the weapon in his hand as quickly as possible and fired in a burst.
Da da da da——
The MP40 submachine gun, whose rate of fire was not outstanding, swept the closed door into a hornet's nest in one breath. He raised his right foot and kicked the German squad leader who had broken the door in front of him with all his strength. It was not very strong to begin with.
The wooden door panel was kicked over and fell to the ground, instantly stirring up dust and soil on the ground.
The German squad leader, who was about to make an irreparable mistake, picked up the submachine gun in his hand and rushed into the house as usual. He didn't feel anything tripping under his feet. The German squad leader felt strange until he died.
Don't understand what's going on.
The grenade's cord was kicked off and the fuse was ignited on the spot. The sizzling grenade then acted as a spark and instantly detonated the entire gunpowder barrel with a loud bang.
boom--
Thirty boxes of 76mm tank shells piled in the cabin were so powerful that they were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. The terrifying explosion with a loud roar not only completely blew up the entire regiment cabin and turned it into pieces, but the shock wave of the explosion and
The scattered shrapnel even knocked down the onlookers a hundred meters away, the German soldiers.
The terrifying scene of doomsday was probably nothing more than that for the people who entered the village to search for the German infantry like candles in the wind.
The surviving German soldiers, whose ears were almost completely deafened and could no longer suppress the ringing in their ears, stood up staggeringly from the ground. These surviving German infantrymen, who had no time to lament their lucky survival, had no idea that a chain disaster was approaching rapidly.
The precise fuses arranged in advance under Malashenko's personal instructions are burning rapidly under the floating soil. The air and oxygen exposed in the gaps in the floating soil are completely enough for combustion. Several adjacent rooms are also very inconspicuous.
The wooden house then erupted into an equally huge explosion of fire.
boom--
boom--
The successive earthquakes and violent explosions made the whole village seem to be suddenly swept by an apocalyptic catastrophe.
The vast majority of the German soldiers who had just realized what was going on did not even have a chance to escape, so they were crushed to pieces in the unprecedented earth-shaking explosion, and their bodies were blown into pieces flying in the sky.
Some German soldiers who had realized what was going on began to try to escape out of the village.
The possible escape route carefully calculated by Petrov's political commissar once again allowed the German soldiers to win the bid. The unsightly fuse burned rapidly along the hidden soil, almost before the fleeing German soldiers had just stepped onto it.
This road of hope instantly detonated the earth.
More than a hundred boxes of 76 and 85 mm tank shells were disguised by Malashenko as booby traps, delayed bombs, IEDs and other ambush methods to destroy the poor German soldiers.
Although the chain trap designed using the passive detonation method of trip wires and fuses is very old-fashioned, it will be of little use in the street fighting of modern warfare and will be easily cracked.
But in the early stages of the Stalingrad urban battle, when street fighting was still a blank slate, the German army, which knew nothing about it, was undoubtedly completely beaten to death by Malashenko.
The continuous explosions for more than a minute almost completely wiped the entire village off the map.
When the German commander stationed outside the village finally waited anxiously for the two German soldiers who had escaped from the village by chance, the cruel and almost heartbreaking news could not stop the German soldier, who was over 50 years old and whose blood pressure soared.
The major general was so angry that he fainted on the spot.
"It's over, it's over! The whole village is like a Russian explosives depot. God, it's so terrible! I don't even know what happened. The whole village was blown up!"
Seeing the poor corporal in front of him, covered in black stains, reporting to him with a cry, the German Wehrmacht major general, whose blood pressure soared to 180, threw the telescope in his hand to the ground and smashed it to pieces.
In just two days, a fully equipped armored regiment and an infantry regiment were lost, and now an entire infantry company was added. It was a great blessing that this kind of thing did not make anyone angry to death on the spot.
"Damn the Russians! Damn Ivan! Damn the Bolsheviks! One day I will hang you all alive!"
No matter how angry the German major general, who was already over fifty years old, was, it would not help.
When the Germans moved in with an entire company of infantry, Malashenko, who was marching purely mechanized with all cars and tanks, had already run away and was nowhere to be seen again.