Steel Soviet Union

The time that the two fuel tanks could continue to be pressurized and sprayed was not long. Thinking that if they were not completely burned out, Captain Varosha immediately ordered the flames to be turned off. There must be some fuel left in case of emergencies.

The temporary end of the flamethrower does not mean the end of preparations for the actual attack.

Captain Varosha, who was sure that the Germans were definitely not dead yet, made another gesture. The knowing soldiers beside him immediately took off the F1 grenades hanging from their waists, pulled out the tabs and delayed for one second. Then he threw it over his head towards the fourth floor that had just been burned by fire.

Boom——Boom——

The dull sound of several consecutive grenade explosions not only lingered in the air, but the violent shock wave generated by the explosion also extinguished and blew away a considerable part of the flames that were very close. The fire on the fourth floor that was originally burning was reduced by more than half.

"Follow me!"

Captain Varosha, who had no need to talk nonsense, rushed out as soon as the explosion sounded. He ran up the steps of the fourth floor, which was not too high, with eyes as big as two copper bells. Carefully searching for any corner where the enemy might be hiding, the index finger of his right hand that had been resting on the trigger never dropped.

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The hot air was filled with the smell of burnt corpses, but the rich aroma of barbecue could not whet your appetite at all.

A dozen charred corpses with unextinguished flames still on their bodies lay scattered on the floor. Judging from the sizzling oil and charred and carbonized state, there was no need to check whether they were still alive. This was simply unnecessary.

In the living room on the fourth floor, which had been plowed by flamethrowers, there was no sign of any living creature other than Red Army soldiers. The only moving things were the flames still beating on the wooden furniture.

"I may be crazy, but I feel like all those Germans were burned to death. It doesn't look like there are still people alive."

Captain Varosha's eyelids twitched slightly, and his entire face clearly showed that he did not agree with this statement.

"Throw everything you said after "crazy" into the trash can, keep your eyes open, and search!"

This hellish street fight that knocked the dog's brains out made Captain Varosha understand something.

When a person is most desperate before he has a premonition that he is about to die, he can do anything. In the previous battles, he had encountered German soldiers who had survived several times hiding under the bed, in the closet, and even using the ruins of collapsed masonry to hide their bodies. Bury yourself, leaving only a crack to breathe.

Most of these German soldiers were afraid of what would happen if they were caught by the Red Army, but there were also a small number of lunatics who wanted to draw back a few more enemies before they died. They were either holding submachine guns loaded with bullets or holding them in their hands. A grenade, ready to hit the Red Army soldiers when they are most lax when their backs are turned to him.

What Captain Varosha was worried about was not those German cowards who were greedy for life and fear of death. What he was worried about was that these lunatic-like last survivors would suddenly appear out of nowhere and take advantage of them.

It has happened before that friendly forces missed nearly one Bande soldier in a building due to incomplete searches.

The result was that less than a squad of German soldiers, under the leadership of a lunatic sergeant, fought back directly towards the Red Army team that had continued to advance.

The various small weapons in their hands opened fire at the same time. The Red Army soldiers who were launching a fierce attack on the enemy in front of them were caught off guard by the bullets coming from behind. The originally orderly offensive formation immediately became chaotic.

Dozens of Red Army soldiers were thrown to the ground in such a confused manner with their backs to the enemy, and lost their lives. If the number of missed German soldiers was not small, the casualties would have been even greater, and even this wave of attacks fell short. It's not impossible.

Captain Varosha heard that the platoon leader who led the team to attack the building was dismissed for review. Although from Captain Varosha's own point of view, he did not think it was all the platoon leader's fault. To be precise, Everyone makes mistakes on the battlefield. What's more, it is extremely difficult to search an entire building, not sparing any corner, and finding all enemies who may be hiding.

However, when something goes wrong, someone has to stand up and take responsibility, and the platoon leader who leads the team to attack the building and serves as the field commander is undoubtedly the most suitable one.

Captain Varosha could only say that he understood the result, but he did not want similar tragedies to happen to him again. He would rather slow down the attack pace and not miss any corner where the enemy might be hiding.

"Stop! There seems to be movement in the bedroom!"

Captain Varosha, who had just taken two steps forward, was convinced that he clearly heard the sound that was difficult to detect. There should be some things in the back bedroom that were not affected by the flames when the door was closed and were worthy of shooting. existence hiding inside.

If there is movement in a small space like a bedroom, there is no need to worry about the Germans planting booby traps and bombs, unless these madmen really risk their lives and plan to die together, but Captain Varosha has never seen such a level of madness to self-destruct. With the appearance of the German guy, there was naturally no reason to be unnecessarily worried.

"Three, two, one kick!"

boom--

Captain Varosha and the accompanying platoon leader, who were standing on the left and right beside the bedroom door, acted at the same time. With two large military boots, they used all the strength of their legs to kick open the door panel. The muzzle of the Bobosha submachine gun, which reacted extremely quickly, was already pointed in the direction where the enemy might appear before the outstretched leg was fully retracted.

"lay down your weapon!"

"Surrender immediately!"

Captain Varosha and the accompanying platoon leader, who could only speak two simple sentences in German, each had a line. A large number of Red Army soldiers behind him also rushed into the room and quickly aimed their weapons at the man in front of him. Standing at the window appears to be an unarmed German soldier.

"I don't want to join the Germans, I don't want to join them! I didn't want to do this! They forced me. If I don't, they will kill me. This is not of my own free will!"

Captain Varosha was immediately surprised when he heard this. The German soldier standing at the window actually spoke pure Russian, even full of the accent of the Stalingrad locals.

From this alone, you can tell that this guy in German skin is definitely a Soviet, at least he once was.

"They are the volunteer assistants of those German guys. They may have been forcibly captured from the prisoner of war camp. They look like"

Due to the early siege operations and the later siege by the Soviet army, they suffered a large number of casualties and could not receive reinforcements.

The Sixth Army had no choice but to recruit many anti-Bolsheviks, gangsters who had been imprisoned in prisons, and captured Red Army soldiers to reorganize its troops in order to increase the number of troops. Many of them were reluctant at first, but after putting on the German skin to save their lives, their future fate was already doomed.

After all, everyone knows there is no tomorrow for traitors

Captain Varosha was in a complicated mood after being reminded by the platoon leader beside him.

The young man standing by the window looked like he was not even twenty years old. He looked like a big boy who had just grown up. The frightened and uneasy look in the other person's eyes is real, and judging from Captain Varosha's life experience, those eyes and words should not be lies. Eyes, as the windows to the soul, are often the least likely to deceive people. The presence.

Captain Varosha knew very well that even if a person like him was captured, he would be taken away by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. As the Stalingrad counterattack continued, more and more "volunteer assistants" began to be captured by the Red Army.

For this purpose, the Ministry of Internal Affairs sent some people to the frontline troops to take in the captured traitors and interrogate them one by one.

There are usually only two endings for traitors, death or a labor camp, either way is not a good one.

After all, Captain Varosha, who still refused to give up, made a decision and took a step forward. He quietly pointed the muzzle of the gun he had been pointing downwards and extended his right hand towards the frightened big boy standing by the window.

"I have no chance! I know what will happen to me, I know, of course I know!"

The already crumbling wooden window frame could no longer withstand the hard impact of the body, and the few remaining small pieces of glass fell straight down, as well as the captain Varosha who had not yet had time to ask his name. Big boys together.