The forward Red Army soldiers with various small weapons in their hands rushed so fast that the soldiers who followed closely behind and carried flamethrowers weighing dozens of kilograms could not keep up with their teammates.
Especially in the stairwell leading to the third floor from the second floor to the third floor, which was almost completely blasted by explosives, the upward hanging gap more than two meters wide is nothing to ordinary Red Army soldiers. They can jump over it with two steps and an easy stride.
If you have longer legs, you can even jump over if you are taller.
But for this soldier who wears a steel helmet on his head, wears a bulletproof breastplate, carries two large cylinders of flamethrower fuel on his back, holds a hose connected to the spray gun, and carries an additional sand submachine gun as a self-defense weapon, this is only two meters.
The distance was simply too difficult. It was as difficult as a chasm and he had no certainty that he could jump across it.
The soldiers who fell behind had no other choice but to take off all the gear and equipment they were wearing one by one, and throw them across the two-meter-wide gap on their own.
Just when he felt that he had no problem jumping over, another soldier who hurriedly ran to find someone suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Oh, damn! Nasikov, you idiot! I thought you were beaten to death by the Germans. I turned over several corpses but couldn't find you! Comrade Company Commander is calling you over. You need to use a flamethrower to capture the fourth floor.
, what are you doing?"
He glanced at his classmates and then at the equipment that he had conveniently thrown across the way. Nasikov looked a little embarrassed before he answered.
"As you can see, the things I carry are too heavy! I have to take them off before I can jump over with confidence."
"Remove them? Then why don't you ask someone to help? You can jump over with just two people pulling at you. You don't have to do that at all."
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"I think you probably feel a little embarrassed. You can just treat it like this."
Although there was a small episode, the flamethrower support called by Captain Varosha arrived quickly and was ready. The ignited flamethrower nozzle was already blazing with flames, ready to release all-consuming energy at any time.
"No need to go upstairs, spray at the ceiling! The flame splash will burn the Germans! Just burn them here!"
Captain Varosha, who reached out and held Nashikov's shoulder, relied on his own experience to issue the order.
The flamethrowers carrying heavy equipment can easily become the ideal target for the enemy if they are too far forward. It is a very good idea to use flame splash to destroy the enemy in the invisible shooting dead zone. The ferocity of the pressurized spray
The fire dragon will cause a terrible rebound and gyration effect in a small indoor space.
In other words, there is no need to aim at the enemy and spray directly, you only need to aim at a general direction.
"I understand, Comrade Company Commander!"
After receiving the precise order from Captain Varosha, Nasikov raised the spray gun with flames jumping in his hand, pointed the weapon's muzzle nozzle diagonally at the ceiling only a few meters above his head, and gently pulled the trigger, followed by a line of fire.
The fierce fire dragon erupted instantly.
boom
"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!"
The heart-rending screams of pain, like those of a pig being killed, came so fast that they almost echoed with the sound of flames being sprayed out. There was even the sound of a fierce fire dragon spraying out of pressurized fuel.
To overwhelm the situation.
Nashikov, who seemed not to have heard the painful wails at all, was still firing and pulling the trigger rhythmically, changing the direction of the spray from time to time for fear that the flames would not cover it evenly, and for fear that the Germans on the fourth floor would not feel the warmth of the Soviet Union.
with enthusiasm.
Holding the weapon in his hand tightly, he crouched down and waited in the stairwell. Captain Varosha, who estimated that the flame spray was not strong enough, decided to continue spraying for a while before leading the charge. The unnecessary casualties could be reduced as much as possible, and it was reduced to
There is no best.
The serious Captain Varosha was quietly waiting for an opportunity, but the same was not true for the other Red Army soldiers who were also waiting in the corridor with their weapons tightly crouched. Some people's faces began to scream with increasing intensity of pain.
Show a genuine smile.
"Hey, why are you giggling? Be serious, this is a war."
The first person to speak was in a half-joking tone. I couldn't listen.
The situation is similar even if someone expresses any seriousness and then responds with a tone of voice.
"Listen to this sound, how beautiful it is! This is the most beautiful sound I have heard in Stalingrad for half a year. I can swear! If I can listen to this sound before going to bed at night, I am sure I will sleep peacefully until the next day.
Daybreak."
Such words come from the mouth of a perverted murderer?
No, at least the other Red Army soldiers surrounding them who were fighting to defend their motherland and their homeland did not think so. They even nodded in approval and echoed.
"Come on, let these German guys cook it for a while. I can smell the barbecue now."
"Hey, no one thinks they are pitiful. What kind of opponent do these fascist pigs think they have offended? They have offended the most powerful enemy they can't afford to offend!"
"It's best to burn a few more to death so that we can save some bullets when we go up later. It would be best to burn them all to death."
"No, no, no, it's better to burn them slowly. Why shoot them? Wouldn't it be better to let those fascist pigs slowly roast into jerky?"
There is no need to stop words like this. Captain Varosha, who has been leading troops at the grassroots level for a long time, knows that this is a reflection of the soldiers' high morale and high morale.
It can be said that all of the veterans who survived such a brutal Stalingrad street war and are still alive today can be said to be extremely sophisticated city hunters.
These city hunters do not distinguish between Soviet and German military uniforms, high or low means, nor age. They do not have any pity or sympathy for the enemy in their eyes.
What? Where are the people with compassion and compassion, you ask?
There are hundreds of hundreds of people's graves, thousands of people's graves, and even mass graves in the city. Digging casually, the pits are filled with the corpses of sympathetic people who have turned into soil fertilizer, but they will never be buried.
Opportunity opened his mouth to tell how great his compassion and compassion for his enemies was.
Just yesterday, a German captain whose tongue was caught by a Red Army scout in the middle of the night was tied to a chair and scolded the Russians for not following the rules and honor of the military, and using all kinds of dirty hooligan tactics to drag down the Germans.
I was so exhausted that I couldn't help but spit and curse loudly that the Russians were a bunch of inhumane monsters distorted by the war.
Captain Varosha, who conducted the interrogation in person, dismissed this. With a strange smile on his face, he came to the German captain who was tied to the chair and spoke quietly.
"Well said, that's how we are! But let me add one more thing to you. Remember it, and you can give it to your God in a while."
"This war started by you fascist bastards has turned everyone alive in this city into monsters!"