Imperial Overlord

The good news is that the Soviet troops were basically infantry, without any armored vehicles or tanks. They were basically unable to threaten Karjus' Panther tanks, and they had little chance of winning.

The bad news is that Karjus felt that the armor-piercing bullet he installed in advance was a real waste.

In combat, he didn't want to open the breech to take out the shells, because it was very dangerous, and it was not recommended even when resting in the rear.

Therefore, he still ordered his gunner to say: "Tyr! Find a target to shoot the armor-piercing bullets out! We may not need this!"

The artillery commander, Tyr, understood this order, because he did not see a real threat to his own target.

The Soviet soldiers were retreating in panic, without any rules. It didn't pose any threat to them, and he didn't even think it was necessary to stop and fire.

A flock of sheep, no matter how large in number, cannot help a lion. The Soviet soldiers did not even have the courage to face the tanks, and of course there was no possibility of victory.

Karyus's tank rushed into the village on the highlands. As the commander and the loader, they all leaned out and began to shoot the scattered Soviet soldiers with the machine guns overhead.

The killing efficiency of these two machine guns is much higher than that of the heading machine gun, because the heading machine gun was semi-fixed before, and its shooting angle was very limited.

Now, the shooting angle of the machine gun used by the commander can even exceed 180 degrees, of course, it can hit the surrounding targets more accurately.

The Soviets saw the machine gun that kept firing on the German tank, but they had nothing to do with the machine gun.

They fired at the machine gun, only to find that the bullet hit the machine gun's shield, only splashing a piece of sparks, but it couldn't help the shooter behind the shield.

What makes them even more desperate is that the tank itself has been killed, and the coaxial machine gun on the turret is constantly shooting flames.

The fight turned into a carnage from the start, with an armor-piercing round hitting a tractor, smashing the tractor into a pile of burning scrap metal.

Then, the German tanks went on a rampage, tearing apart the Soviet defensive formation. There are more than 1,500 Soviet soldiers eating here, and now they are being chased and killed by more than 100 German soldiers.

The machine guns on the armored vehicles were also condescending. Eight machine guns fired at the same time, and the tracer bullets shuttled through the crowd like raindrops.

The Soviet soldiers found that all the resistance was futile. The Mosin Nagan rifles in their hands were simply unable to fight against these German steel monsters in front of them.

Then, what made these Soviet soldiers even more desperate: the machine guns of the German infantry on the flanks and roundabouts began to roar, and the entire battlefield was almost like a slaughterhouse.

"Compress them! Force them to surrender! These people can't fight at all! They're not soldiers!" From the escape and confusion of the other side, Karyus could see that these soldiers had not undergone decent training at all.

It is very likely that they had just assembled and walked in a queue for two days before being pulled out and used as supplementary soldiers.

Such soldiers are added to the experienced front-line troops and are basically cannon fodder. Only those who barely survive can adapt to the battlefield environment and become qualified soldiers.

But now, they can't even lie down, let alone fight with elite German soldiers.

The bullets hit the fleeing Soviet soldiers, and blood splattered everywhere. The village immediately became a bath of blood, with shouts and cries of Soviet soldiers one after another.

"Help! Mom! My hand! I'm shot!" cried a young Soviet soldier lying on the ground.

Beside him, two comrades-in-arms who had lost their breath were lying there, and the blood holes in their bodies had stopped spewing blood.

"Surrender! I surrender!" A soldier raised his hands high. He watched his familiar comrade-in-arms have been hit by bullets, and his commander was beaten into a sieve, and he was already on the verge of collapse.

While crying, he threw away his weapon, and a Soviet political commissar beside him shot the surrendering Soviet soldier with his revolver without even thinking about it.

"Those who surrender will be shot! We must resist until the last moment! We are soldiers of the motherland! We will fight to the end for the great leader Comrade Stalin!" everyone shouted.

The commissar then stood up and waved his arms in an attempt to encourage his soldiers to fight back.

As a result, the flying bullet directly shattered his head, as crisp as a watermelon - blood splattered everywhere, and his entire head shattered.

In the village, the house was crowded with Soviet soldiers, and the sound of German machine guns outside was no different from a nightmare to them.

The sound like sawing wood made them shudder, and the bullets like raindrops made everyone who walked out of the house become corpses.

"The Germans are here! The Germans are here!" A soldier huddled in the corner holding his weapon, muttering absentmindedly.

The sound of the approaching gunfire had already made them almost insane. They had just participated in training a few days ago, and when they came here, they were not even familiar with weapons, and they had not fired a single shot.

In this way, if the elites of the German army can be defeated, then the German army will not have to fight in this battle, so let's admit defeat as soon as possible.

"Tink." A grenade flew in from the broken glass window and rolled under everyone's feet.

Before the Soviet soldiers hiding in the room had time to figure out what happened~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The explosion filled the room with dust.

The huge explosion killed the soldiers around the grenade and left the rest without hearing.

Because of the crowded relationship, there are still many living people in the house. They stumbled around at a loss, letting the ringing in their ears make it hard to hear anything.

Rolling dust spewed out of the window, and the unbearable Soviet soldiers pushed open the door, and were immediately knocked to the ground by the German soldiers guarding outside.

This is not a fair contest at all, there is no difference between a Soviet soldier and a rookie. Their combat power is infinitely close to zero, and of course they have no ability to resist at all.

The German soldiers soon entered the stage of cleaning the battlefield. About 300 Soviet soldiers surrendered, about 700 escaped, and the remaining 500 died inexplicably.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder mixed together, and the whole village was filled with black smoke, like a beacon fire.