Chapter 2421
Chapter 2421 "I will destroy you, leaving no trace of your struggle"
There are no redundant scenes or unnecessary cutscenes. The only scene presented in front of Malashenko is the endless sea of fiery fire with surging heat waves, destruction and death.
It was as if the sea of fire had been given life, every surging flame wave and every violent wave of flames were alive. They are constantly devouring nutrients to maintain their already short and dazzling lives, so that they can maintain them more brilliantly and longer, even if they only have one more second of existence, they will do their best.
The nutrients that provide life-giving flames with the ability to devour and sustain themselves are the lives of countless German soldiers who fought to the death, as well as their bodies and even souls that were alive and healthy not long ago.
And the weapons and ammunition that had fought alongside them, but now only served to make their physical destruction more complete.
"Death, destruction! Go to hell with your evil black empire! Never think of coming back again!!!"
During the long and protracted fierce battle, I had already hated these black evil spirits and the Fascist bandits who harmed the world and spread war and death plague everywhere.
Only German soldiers who surrender are good German soldiers, and only German soldiers who enter prisoner-of-war camps have the basic possibility of turning a new leaf.
Malashenko will never have the slightest sympathy for these fascists who stubbornly resist and fight to the death. Being destroyed is the only result of their self-restraint and death. Let them be destroyed happily and instantly. It can be called the greatest kindness that a person can show. Anything more than this is a crime against the motherland and the deceased comrades and compatriots.
A total of 576 310mm rockets fell intensively and exploded one after another in an area less than 3 kilometers wide and less than one kilometer deep. The blasting flames one after another quickly connected together, forming a sheet of death that swept across the entire German position. Sea of fire.
A gust of northwest wind blew violently, and the entire sea of fire that had not yet disappeared was like a mature wheat field blown by the wind, and there was another wave of waves.
The wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind.
The already exaggerated three-kilometer-long and one-kilometer-wide horizontal sea of fire was instantly pulled upward by at least seven feet. It was ferocious enough to make people have the slightest doubt about the fate of the people or things that fell into it.
That is to say, at this moment when the wave of flames was still surging and surging, Malashenko, who had already grasped the radio transmitter in his hand, was unwilling to wait any longer. Even if he charged against the heat wave, he had to crush the German position. Blast their will into pieces and completely crush the faith that the Fascist fanatics regard as a treasure into powder.
"Leader division obeys the order and attacks the enemy! Charge!!!"
U-la——
This time, the soldiers who just retreated to the extreme safe distance and waited, did not even bother to get into the infantry tanks. Just two steps away, I got into the car and had to get out again before my butt was warm. This was just taking off my pants and farting - unnecessary behavior that I no longer had to do.
Climb up the tank turret, sit on the engine hood, or simply get on the roof of an infantry fighting vehicle with a small head and a large chassis space, open the light machine gun bipod, crawl down, and follow the first charge. The infantry fighting vehicle pointed the black muzzle at the wave of flames, which was the direction where the enemy was still desperately resisting, and prepared to shoot.
The long-lost battle roar, like a loud roar that soared into the sky, echoed over the battlefield and lingered for a long time.
The soldiers holding the outer armrest of the tank turret with their left hand and holding the AK with the gun in one hand are ready to jump out of the vehicle and join the battle. The fighting spirit burning in their eyes can burn any Fascist fanatic who dares to stand in the way to ashes at any time. .
Fuck mid-power rifle recoil, what a capitalist bullshit lie! ? The elite Slavic men don’t believe that AK has recoil! Hold a gun with one hand and fuck your fucking dick!
The giant sea of fire weaved after the 576 rockets fell eventually dissipated quickly. Even with the blessing of German ammunition and the northwest wind, this violent wave that required the conversion of a huge amount of chemical energy to sustain was ultimately just a flash in the pan. ’s brilliant moment.
After the churning sea of flames receded, what was left was a scorching high-temperature heat wave hitting your face.
The temperature remaining in the air seemed to be able to evaporate even the moisture in the pores in an instant. The hot wind blowing in front of them burned the faces of the warriors, intensifying the already furious fighting spirit that could ignite all Fascist demons. Unstoppable.
There were no tanks taking direct aim and firing cover, or infantry jumping into trenches to search and clear out layers of alternate cover before moving forward. There were only Soviet steel behemoths galloping around with the accelerator pressed to death without slowing down at all, and groups of soldiers leaping from the vehicles. He ran forward at a galloping pace, holding the steel gun tightly in his hand.
At the front of the team, the IS7 heavy tank command vehicle with turret call sign 177 led the way, leading a large number of composite armor upgrade kits covering the entire body. The IS6 heavy tank was armed to the point of moving forward like an armored giant bear wearing an exoskeleton. Rushing forward.
Everywhere where the steel tracks ran over was a piece of scorched earth, as well as carbonized debris and steel debris that could not be distinguished from what they originally were.
There is no trace of the existence of life or the existence of anything that symbolizes life. Everything in this hot and scorching land has only one common theme: disappearing death and complete destruction.
The German soldiers who had just been fighting fiercely with the Red Army soldiers were nowhere to be seen. The machine gun bunker that was spitting out violent flames was no longer a trace. Even the 75mm anti-tank gun that was half buried in the earthwork bunker with only a small half of the barrel exposed. Together with its artillery batteries and bunkers, it has completely turned into a part of this destroyed land and returned to dust.
The vast majority of resistance has turned into ashes and withered in an instant. Only those few who don't know whether they can be called lucky are about to meet the belated end.
"Enemy! The Russians are coming. Is there anyone alive? Just in the fighting position! There is still anyone alive."
boom--
A bullet that flew out of nowhere killed the German company commander head-on. The burst brain was mixed with warm blood and splashed everywhere like a strawberry-red can of soda that had been thrown hard against the wall. , from the wreckage that fell to the ground, a sticky substance that was also red and white, but was not carbonic acid bubbles, overflowed.
No one would care about the life of a fascist. Just as there were too many survivors on this scorched earth, either alone or in groups, who were all attacked in a very short period of time. The Red Army soldier who died was crushed into a real two-dimensional paper man by the rolling steel behemoth.
In the front that is not too far away, on the same scorched earth that has been plowed by army-level artillery fire, a new battle is already calling all the successive leaders of the leader division soldiers to complete their mission, and a bloody battle is imminent.
Yesterday I was drunk and passed out. I didn't tell everyone that I couldn't update. Today I was able to update, but there was a power outage. Still, I still had to finish typing two chapters with my laptop's pitiful remaining power under a heavy sweat. It's summer in XA City. That's really convincing. If there is no power outage tomorrow, I will add more chapters to make up for everyone. The battery of my laptop is already red. Everyone should go to bed early after reading this. Although these two chapters are small, the quality can still be guaranteed.
