Chapter 1149 Tomb of the Spire

When a crumbling building is about to collapse, the people inside will always find ways to escape to save their lives, even the SS soldiers who are about to be smashed to death in the house.

"Run! Run quickly, the house is going to collapse! We can't defend here!"

"Get up! The Russian tanks are coming. If you don't want to die, get up quickly!"

"Rock, a big rock is coming down! Get out of the way!"

The Red Army soldiers were not architectural engineers, but even so, they could still tell which part of the stone house in front of them had been destroyed the most fatally, namely the high spire on the roof that had a very religious flavor.

No one knows what this place was originally used for. Maybe it was to house a big clock? Anyway, that's all in the past.

Now, it's just an empty rooftop spire, nothing more.

A 122mm high-explosive grenade hit the outer wall of the minaret directly. The violent explosion shook the earth and released raging fire that devoured everything around it. Even the rocks flying in the air were destroyed. The blazing waves of flames licked and boiled.

The spire, which was not small in size, still maintained roughly the same shape as when it was broken. It fell straight down with the huge acceleration of gravity due to the loss of load-bearing support.

Although some SS soldiers with sharp eyes and quick reactions had issued warnings in advance, most of the soldiers, whose whole bodies were weakened by the violent bombardment of the building by 122mm high-explosive grenades, were acting in a way that even their consciousness was somewhat blurred. He was listening to all this with confusion and buzzing ears.

Only some people were able to respond in time, while others were still struggling to get up from the ground when the top of the tower fell, and there was simply not enough time to escape.

The huge broken spire instantly fell to the ground with a loud roar, and the scattered smoke and dust were like a sudden sandstorm, sweeping over the church that had not completely collapsed in the blink of an eye.

The scattered smoke and dust that filled the air and blocked the field of vision came and went as quickly as they came.

When everything was settled, the surviving SS soldiers who had just had a brush with death saw a miserable scene that they had never even imagined before.

A few unlucky guys who couldn't dodge were instantly smashed into a pulp under the spire that looked bigger than a barrel truck.

If it was just people being smashed to death, there wouldn't be much to say, and it wouldn't be disgusting. In the war purgatory with unlimited supply of blood and corpses on the Eastern Front battlefield, if you can't adapt to this level, you will be close to death.

But the crux of the problem is that, by coincidence, the few SS soldiers who were killed were not all photographed under the tower.

Either the head of a good person was crushed by the tower, and the body from the neck down was exposed outside the stone ruins.

Not long after death, the corpse even had the leg movements driven by the last consciousness of its life, lying there for two or three times, twitching incessantly. The corpse's last conditioned reflex looked quite scary, as if the headless corpse might stand up at any time.

This is not the only unlucky guy, there is another one next to him.

"Help me! Ahhh! Help me, pull me out, pull me out."

It's like wearing headphones and listening to a song on the Internet, and your phone suddenly runs out of battery during the climax. It has roughly the same meaning.

The last second he was still wailing miserably and calling for help, scratching and slapping the ground with his two claws, calling for his teammates to help him.

But in the next second, the whole person suddenly stopped and became silent like a machine or digital product that suddenly ran out of power.

Everything from the chest down, covering the entire waist to the soles of the feet, was crushed under the tower and smashed into pulp. This method of death was actually not much different from the ancient method of cutting in half.

With a surging blood loss, the last few moments of his life can only be used by the unlucky guy to yell a few times to get rid of the problem. Even if he wants to yell one more sentence, it is an unattainable luxury.

Are these two unlucky guys the only ones who were smashed to death?

Of course not, who knows how many lumps of meat and mud are still buried under the rubble at the top of the tower.

It's just that no one has the mind or time to pay attention to all this at the moment. The truth that dead Taoist friends are not dead and poor Taoists is applicable to any corner of the world.

What do you have to do with me after you've been beaten to a pulp? Is it possible that a living person would risk his life for a dead person?

"Quick! Stop looking and get out of here! It's going to collapse!"

The last few survivors realized that their lives were still in danger. As soon as they bent down and picked up their weapons that fell on the ground, they immediately ran out.

The last few SS soldiers followed closely behind them as they ran for their lives, with rubble falling from high places behind them.

It doesn't matter now whether your teammates fell behind or were smashed to death behind you!

Not to mention rescuing people, whoever dares to stop and look back now will undoubtedly die and be turned into a pulp.

At the end of the desperate run, he reached out and touched the half-open wooden door of the church. There were four SS soldiers in total.

The four good brothers didn't dare to stop the movements of their feet. They almost flew forward, jumped forward and slammed into him with their shoulders. The half-open wooden door of the church, which happened to be a push-open design, was directly knocked open. Four German men weighing about 100 pounds immediately threw themselves on the ground with their standard dog-eating movements, and instantly took a mouthful of soil. .

But fortunately, from this moment on, the ruins of the church behind him had completely collapsed into rubble, and they had nothing to do with them anymore. The four people who ran like crazy finally escaped.

"Huhu succeeded! We succeeded, we escaped!"

"Ha almost thought he was dead, but it seems his luck hasn't run out yet."

Is the luck really running out?

At least the SS soldier who didn't look back at the ruins behind him, but looked forward, didn't think so.

"Throw the gun away first, and then look back. Listen to me."

Lavrinenko, who had always been disdainful of the German language, could not understand what the German ghosts in front of him, who were all rustic and dressed in rags like beggars, were talking about.

But Lavrinenko could indeed understand the wonderful expressions on the faces of these four SS soldiers looking at him.

Or to put it another way, it was the wonderful expression after seeing the fifty-ton vehicle under him, the 122mm thick pipe already aimed at the target, and the dozens of Red Army soldiers with loaded guns and live ammunition next to the tank, aiming at the enemy.

"I swear to the great Comrade Stalin, I love to see the expressions of these fascist bastards! I can't get enough of them in my life!"