Chapter 1449:

The German major who tried to stop the rout by himself was shot to death by a veteran who had been out of the army for several years but was now drafted into the army a second time due to a shortage of soldiers. The Walter pistol, which is far less noble and luxurious than the Ruger pistol, grabs the souls of the dead.

He shot dead the officer, whom he didn't even recognize, and put the Walter pistol tightly in his right hand back into the holster and put it away. The face of the German squad leader who had personally committed such an evil act worthy of being shot showed no trace of regret at this moment.

"Come with me if you still want to live. If you want to go back and die, you can lubricate the tracks of the Russian tanks."

There was no extra nonsense and there was no need for it. The German squad leader, who had a calm face and looked like he had done an ordinary thing, then waved his hand and continued with a few subordinate soldiers who were loyal to him. "Forward" and continued to run towards the established escape route.

Among the dozen or so German soldiers left behind were squad leaders and ordinary soldiers. They looked at the running backs of those who didn’t know whether they could still be called comrades, and then glanced at the nervous twitching at their feet. The major was shot in the middle and may not have died yet. In fact, the answer was already known at this time whether he should stay or go.

"I don't want to stay here and die. Muller and I are leaving. Don't stop me. I'm the only one left in our class. No one cares about me. I don't want to stay here anymore."

The first person bravely stood up and spoke his mind, and the second person who also had the same idea followed closely behind.

"There's no time to waste. You can do whatever you want. I'm leaving."

This veteran's behavior was even more decisive. After saying a word, he didn't even care whether he had an answer or not, he just ran away. His speed could probably keep up with the sprint champion in a general school sports meeting.

After the two men ran away, the remaining German soldiers looked at each other, and the final choices they made were surprisingly consistent.

What? What was the final choice you asked?

Hold! What else could he do but run away? Everyone has been shot dead. If he doesn't run now, will he really continue to stay here and wait to die? Stupid people all know that a flesh-and-blood monster standing against a Russian steel monster is more outrageous than an egg hitting a stone!

It doesn't really matter whether the remaining German troops who chose to hold on saw that their comrades had "lost too much khaki". What was important was that the Russians' heavy tanks and steel monsters had really crushed them in the face. It was time for them to fight for the enemy. Your choice has the final result and price.

"Don't vote for me"

"Damn Russians, die!"

"ah!!!!!"

In this life, people always have to say something before they die. Sometimes it is to explain the funeral arrangements, sometimes it is to kiss a loved one goodbye, sometimes it is to beg the person who controls one's life and death to stop being cruel, sometimes it is to yell in despair and unwillingness. To vent their emotions, those German soldiers who chose to hold on could only take advantage of the latter two possibilities at the moment.

Kakakaka——

Pop——

The sound of the steel tracks grinding continuously was extremely harsh. The heavy steel body of more than fifty tons drove the tracks forward, instantly squeezing and crushing the mortal body like a balloon filled with water. A pile of exploded debris.

Not only is there blood splattering, but also body fragments, broken bones and rotten flesh are scattered everywhere. This is the scene when a human body filled with blood and water is forcibly squeezed out by external forces. The pressure is so great that it can even break things like eyeballs. It was forced out of the eye socket and flew out.

Does it sound cruel and bloody?

But this is the real battlefield.

A person who is crushed to death by a tank is several times or dozens of times more miserable than anyone who dies in a car accident in the 21st century.

After the fifty-ton steel body roared past with a roar of black smoke, the Red Army soldiers who were charging forward on foot following their own tanks could see it. On the originally muddy road underfoot, there appeared a "German cake" wearing a German uniform. Yes, it was not a German stick but a genuine "German cake". These are two completely different types of things.

Some "German cakes" even come with other things, such as an M35 helmet that has been crushed from a hemispherical shape into an iron sheet. The iron sheet also has very clear and visible track pattern, which is absolutely authentic. One-time stamping and molding, no rework.

"Damn Fascist lackey, you deserve it! Bah!"

Not only did they show no mercy, but the Red Army soldiers looked at such a bloody scene at their feet and even spat on the "German cake" in displeasure.

The infantry soldiers of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division have long been accustomed to the sight of tanks crushing people to death, and no one will feel any discomfort or nausea from this. It would be more appropriate to say that after seeing the Germans who invaded their motherland and homeland and still resisted until their death, they ended up like this, the strong desire for revenge in their hearts finally got some satisfaction and comfort.

All in all, the Kraut died well, died wonderfully, and died croaking.

It would be better if there were more dead points, and even if they all died, it would be the perfect ending.

To achieve such a perfect ending, these elite Red Army soldiers need to be transformed into practitioners to execute it personally. Every soldier who charges forward is very happy in his heart.

"All crews, prepare main guns! Aim at the fleeing Germans and fire grenades directly at me!"

Almost all the German troops who had truly come into close contact were cleared away, leaving only the other Germans who were running away with their backs to the Red Army.

Since there is no close contact, fighting or fighting with one's own side, it is only natural to use 122 heirlooms to directly target and serve.

One by one, the 122 Heirloom main guns loaded with high-explosive shells began to stop and aim accurately. Seeing this, the Red Army soldiers who had already cooperated with their own tanks immediately began to take action. Each one should spontaneously move as far away from the muzzle of the tank's main gun as possible. It is best to hide behind the tank to avoid the strong muzzle shock wave and loud roar at the moment of firing.

If you get too close, it's entirely possible for your ears to vibrate.

"fire!"

Boom boom boom——

The German deserters who kept running back probably would never have imagined that those Russians, who even found machine guns too slow to kill people, would be so luxurious that they would directly use 122 large-tube high-explosive grenades to send them on their way. Take the last leg of your life.

The high-explosive grenade that escaped from the gun flew to the target in the blink of an eye, followed by a mighty and violent explosion the moment it hit the ground. All living creatures within the range were annihilated in the flames. Among the smoke and dust.