Steel Soviet Union

"You hit him! Boris! He's not dead yet, hurry up and shoot again!"

Alexey, who came in handy at this time, loudly reminded his partners that the enemy was not dead and that they should quickly replenish their guns. However, what was surprising was that Boris directly raised his head and glanced at the street downstairs. As if he had determined something important, he turned his gun and began searching for the next high-value target.

"Why don't you kill him? Boris, he's still alive, writhing on the ground like a maggot, look."

"That's enough"

Boris answered calmly, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

"Enough? What do you mean?"

After scanning the battlefield with the 5x optical sight mounted on the gun, he could no longer find any high-value targets. Boris, who tilted the muzzle to the sky and pointed his finger at the ground, stopped fighting directly.

With a look of surprise and confusion in Alexey's eyes, he leaned against the corner of the rooftop, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one of them, put it in his mouth and lit it, and started He puffed away as if he was ignoring the whole world.

"The battle is over. The remaining ones are all German soldiers. There is nothing worth killing. Our mission is completed."

"The knot is over? But isn't it still being knotted?"

Boris, holding a cigarette in his hand, gently poked his index finger towards the ground, apparently indicating to Alexei to look at the street directly below.

"The tanks are already moving, and the remnants of the German soldiers are already dead. You can even ask a German prisoner to shine your shoes when you go down later. I guarantee he will be extremely happy."

After Boris's reminder, he looked downstairs and saw that his own heavy tanks that were originally used as fixed turrets were slowly moving.

The tank's main gun has ceased firing, but the coaxial machine gun is firing continuously, as if it is giving a warning rather than destroying the enemy. The Red Army soldiers following the tank also fired at the enemy without a single shot. The situation was obviously very different from just now.

When his vision subconsciously swept to the other side, young Alexey instantly understood what was going on with everything in front of him that he couldn't understand.

The German corpses lying almost all over the intersection use silent pictures to tell the heavy casualties. The few surviving German soldiers who were still hiding behind the wreckage or corpses no longer had the courage to show up and fire, let alone run away. They just kept on running. The children lay on the ground or hid behind the wreckage pretending to be grandchildren, not daring to come out.

Some more courageous German soldiers simply put down their weapons, raised their hands above their heads, performed a French military salute, and walked out of the bunker.

The oncoming bullets were not shot at the sensible German soldiers who had raised their hands to surrender, but were shot at the unsurrendered German soldiers who were hiding and still wavering. The sound of the crackling bullet hitting the steel plate and the ground sounded particularly scary, not to mention the scattered sparks adding a touch of fear to such a scene.

Very fast, almost visible to the naked eye.

The German soldiers, who were either taking a chance or hesitant, were finally forced out from behind the bunker by bullets pouring in with intimidation and threats.

Basically all the German soldiers who were still alive had already joined the surrender queue, and the ferocious heavy tanks that drove in front of these German soldiers finally slowly stopped.

The accompanying Red Army soldiers used their weapons to keep high vigilance at the German soldiers who had raised their hands to surrender.

The top cover of the turret of the IS1 heavy tank at the front was opened by the first one from the inside out, and then the man wearing a tank hat leaned out of the turret, as if he had just taken a piece of it with his younger brothers. Like a gangster in his territory, he scanned the new territory within his sight.

Then he turned his attention to the German soldiers who raised their hands in surrender below the front of the car. He looked at them for a while and then spoke quietly.

"The biggest official comes out to speak."

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"Don't you understand? I'll let the eldest officer speak out."

Malashenko was convinced that his German skills were not enough for these German soldiers to understand. He raised his voice and asked loud questions that echoed over the battlefield that had calmed down and was gradually cooling down, leaving some confused German soldiers. The soldiers looked at each other, bewildered.

Seeing that his question could not be answered, Malashenko was thinking about whether he had to kill two people to establish his authority so that the Germans would not ignore him. When he saw several sparse rows of German prisoners standing in front of him, The team suddenly and consciously made way for a passage, and a limping German soldier who was being supported by someone and covering his buttocks with his right hand came into view.

"I am the highest ranking officer here, and I am the person you are looking for, Mr. Officer."

Malashenko glanced at the rank on the opponent's uniform: a captain who looked very ordinary.

After thinking about the ferocious momentum of the German attack just now, and looking at the corpses of German soldiers and the remains of armored vehicles lying all over the intersection at the intersection in front of him, Malashenko, who always felt that this matter was not reliable, asked again. .

"What about those with higher military ranks?"

It was a simple question with a double entendre, full of hints and profound meanings. The German captain, who was not a fool, was slightly stunned when he heard this, and quickly realized what the Russian officer on the tank turret in front of him was referring to.

"Yonder in the pit, Major Schmeisser, Alfred Schmeisser."

"It's just that he is a corpse now, with only half of his head left. He was shot to death by your sniper, and of course, my ass."

"For the sake of us laying down our weapons and voluntarily surrendering, please give us the most basic treatment, Mr. Officer. Please send a medic to treat my wound. If it becomes infected, I may only have half of my wound left." Butt."

Pfft——

Malashenko had seen many different kinds of German prisoners, but this was the first time he saw such a funny fool who was still in the mood to joke after being captured.

Malashenko couldn't hold back his laughter for a moment, but he didn't intend to bully the surrendered German soldiers too much. Then he waved his hand and gave an order to Captain Varosha who had already led people to run downstairs quickly. .

"Assign some soldiers to deal with it, Comrade Varosha."

"In addition, find a medical soldier to come over and treat this German captain's butt, so that he will not have to use half of his butt to poop for the rest of his life."

The sinister Malashenko specially said the last sentence twice in both Soviet and German languages, so that all the Soviet and German soldiers present could understand it.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

The Red Army soldiers who were holding weapons pointed at him burst into laughter. Feeling that countless pairs of eyes were staring at him and mocking him, the German captain was so embarrassed and angry that he really wanted to find a bomb crater and throw himself into it, shameless to see anyone. But there was one thing to say: My butt is really hurting more and more.

There was a completely different scene between Malashenko, who was grinning and laughing quietly, and the Red Army soldiers who were laughing. It seemed that even the red air around him was full of joy.