Different from the offensive German-made 24 long handle grenade, the Soviet-made F1 fragmentation grenade is a defensive grenade with completely different design functions.
The powder charge of the f1 fragmentation grenade is relatively low, only 60 grams, which is a factor of 60 of the charge of the 24 long handle grenade. However, do not think that the f1 grenade made in the Soviet Union is easy to bully just because of the lack of powder charge.
This kind of grenade has complete fragmentation slots cut out around the body when it leaves the factory. Unlike the solid 24, which has a large iron lump, it requires an additional fragmentation sleeve to increase its power.
This kind of defensive grenade has poor lethality against fortifications, bunkers, and solid buildings, and the throwing distance is not as good as the 24 that uses the lever principle, which can fly far away with just a flick of the hand.
Because of this, the killing effect on infantry is very good. In this aspect alone, it is much stronger than the 24 that wears a condom in battle.
Two F1 grenades weighing one kilogram were thrown into the room while spinning, and bounced twice on the wall of the room. It was obvious that the throwing force was too strong, which caused this situation.
But precisely because of the two bounces on the wall of the room, several German soldiers who fled towards the bedroom in the innermost room were chased up behind their butts by the lingering two grenades.
Before the few German soldiers who were running away could recover, there was a loud explosion and a burst of fire and smoke instantly rose.
boom--
The two grenades exploded at almost the same moment, and the room was filled with smoke and dust caused by the explosion shock wave, and it immediately shot out from the door like an earth dragon.
The two Red Army submachine gunners who were waiting at the door of the room, holding their weapons tightly, stepped on the smoke and dust in front of them and rushed in. They couldn't care less and raised their guns before they could see the target clearly. They shot two
The dense gunshots fired by sand submachine guns at the same time immediately filled the entire room.
"Follow me, charge forward! Hurry up!"
Two submachine gunners opened the way in front, followed by Red Army soldiers with various other weapons in their hands and rushed into the room.
The smoke that gradually dissipated gradually settled, and the mutilated corpses of five German soldiers fell at the door of the bedroom. The sight of them lying motionless on the ground was completely cold, and they could not die anymore.
The Red Army soldiers ignored these useless corpses and continued to move forward. Clearing every room was the first task that must be completed.
No one knew whether there was an enemy hiding in the bedroom just a stone's throw away, just like an enemy suddenly jumped out from behind the wall in the blind spot of the field of vision, holding a bayonet in hand, with a ferocious face, and his face was covered with blood.
, everything happened too suddenly.
"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot quickly!"
"He's on top of you, be careful of accidental injuries!"
Da da da--
A burst of violent gunshots and loud shouts of warning quickly stopped, coming and going as quickly as a winter wind.
The German soldier with seven or eight bullet holes in his back fell on top of a Red Army submachine gunner and was already dead. The bayonet he still held tightly in his hand accurately penetrated the Red Army submachine gunner who was pinned under him.
In the hand and chest.
The scene where blood was pouring out from two or three cuts on the chest at the same time was obviously not a death on the spot with a single knife. The young submachine gunner with a sharp knife inserted in his chest but still breathing was unable to stand up. He was breathing heavily from his wide-open mouth.
He was not getting enough air, and he was still grunting. Large groups of blood bubbles were pouring out like small fountains. It looked like he was not going to live long.
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"Hey, look at me! Eyes wide open! Hey! Hey!!!"
"It's useless, comrade squad leader! He can't even speak. He can't be saved. We have to move on!"
The soldier, who was bleeding from the wound and mouth, could not speak a word, but his trembling right hand still reached for the lining of the coat on his chest and handed a bloody letter to his squad leader's hand.
Li Bin firmly grasped the opponent's big hand.
"Tutula"
"Tula? Send this letter to Tula?! Is that so?"
What answered the squad leader was no longer his spoken words, but his right hand, stained with blood, which had lost the last of its vitality and dropped to the ground with a quiet muffled sound.
Human beings are very fragile creatures, even more fragile than many predators in nature.
Mortal humans cannot even withstand the fangs and teeth of ferocious beasts, but it is humans like this who have created war machines and various weapons that can massacre any creature in nature.
Death by cold weapons was rare during World War II when thermal weapons were highly developed, but it was definitely not a rare occurrence in a century. At least the squad leader, who was holding the bloody envelope tightly in his hand, was accustomed to the sight before him.
, to the point of feeling numb both physically and mentally.
There were no tears, no wailing, no shouting at the top of one's arms hugging the corpse.
Some just received the blood-stained envelope in their arms and kept it properly, then gathered their emotions and picked up the weapons in their hands again and strode forward again. The living people always have to carry the unfinished business and last wishes of their deceased comrades on their backs again.
Embark on a journey.
"We have searched everything, comrade squad leader! There are no Germans who have slipped through the net. We have searched under the bed and in the closet to make sure it is safe!"
The clearing of a room does not mean the end of the entire battle.
The squad leader replaced the drum of the sand submachine gun in his hand and pushed the bullet into the gun chamber. Those hateful Germans still occupying the remaining two floors were destined to become the targets of his anger.
"Go forward! Kill all those fascist lackeys and follow me!"
At the stairway leading to the third floor, Captain Varosha was leading a group of accompanying soldiers in a fierce battle with the German troops who were condescendingly occupying the favorable terrain at the stairway above.
No one denies that the Germans' intelligence displayed during the war was absolutely sufficient.
In order to prevent the Soviets from throwing grenades up, these German soldiers actually built a wall with bricks at the stairwell of the third floor.
The cracks in the bricks were also specially reinforced with concrete to ensure that they could withstand the close-range explosion of ordinary grenades and not be blown down. The entire square wall blocked the stairwell on the third floor, leaving only one door from which I don’t know.
The armored door panel was removed from the unfortunately scrapped armored vehicle, and two machine gun shooting holes were opened on it, and two G34 general-purpose machine guns were poked out from the left and right sides.
The ferocious and continuous machine gun fire overwhelmed Captain Varosha and his entourage. The few grenades thrown at him had no effect other than blowing up the stairwell. The iron door of the armored vehicle that looked as brittle as paper still stood.