Chapter 2432 Sooner or later, it’s all mine!

When you go to the battlefield, you must kill people, but there are many ways, starting points, and reasons for killing, and they are essentially different. Just as murder and torture are always morally uncomfortable methods, at least in most cases.

In principle, Malashenko does not advocate or like killing prisoners, except in rare cases, but this does not mean that Malashenko will not kill those German deserters.

Yes, those deserters are no longer a threat like the prisoners, that's right.

But the latter is a state that will last for a long time until the end of this war, while the former is not.

Once those German deserters who abandoned their vehicles and fled back, they would be in trouble again if they got the supplementary technical equipment. No one can pat their chests and guarantee that these German deserters will completely flee the battlefield and the army after running back, and will never take up arms against the Red Army from then on.

Moreover, they are not ordinary infantry. They are high-value, high-threat high-tech arms. They are deserters who control the fully enclosed armored combat units of the main force of land warfare.

By lying on the ground and not moving, Malashenko might let these unlucky Germans abandon their cars and escape.

But now that he wants to escape and has made substantial moves to escape, then he cannot blame Malashenko. People have to pay the price for their actions.

Dong dong dong——

Under Malashenko's strict order, the infantry fighting vehicles that followed our own tanks and were responsible for covering the tanks and supporting the infantry combat immediately began to provide powerful firepower output.

The 25mm general-purpose land warfare magazine continuously delivers ammunition, and the huge and hot shells spurt out from the ejection window directly on the turret and scatter on the ground. The high-caliber gun barrel modified from the anti-aircraft gun mounted on the vehicle fired projectiles at high speed, rushing straight towards the backs of the German deserters.

Those German soldiers who abandoned their vehicles and escaped probably never dreamed that they would die miserably in such a way, being beaten into pieces of broken limbs and pieces of blood spraying out amid the explosions.

It's not painful, but it's the bloodiest death, bar none.

The kinetic energy of the 25mm armor-piercing incendiary projectile is large enough to break through even light armor. Ordinary geotechnical bunkers are not enough to ensure complete protection in front of it. Simply use your unprotected flesh and blood to resist the consequences of this powerful kinetic energy. Of course it is conceivable.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven or eight corpses

No, it was the kind of remains that were not even enough to be called corpses. They were beaten into piles of minced meat one after another, and scattered all over the ground, becoming the best nourishment for this war-torn land.

Those German soldiers who were lucky enough not to be beaten to pieces in the first time witnessed this scene with their own eyes. They watched the violent red barrage, beating their comrades who were originally in the same crew next to them to pieces. On the spot, it turned into a pile of broken flesh whose original parts and appearance could not be distinguished.

The upper body of the unlucky guy, whose upper body was cut off by a thick, high-speed projectile, fell to the ground. He was still alive and wailing for a while.

"Ahhhh! Oh, save me, save me, who will save me?"

call out--

crackling——

Two seconds ago, he was wailing and shouting at the top of his lungs, but just two seconds after the roar came, another 25mm artillery shell flew with a death scream, hitting the only upper body from the waist up. , half of the German stick, whose lower body was nowhere to be found, succeeded in finishing the last hit.

The huge projectile entered from the middle of the spine in the back, advanced diagonally, and finally passed through the chest and throat and exited from the mouth.

The final result of this is that the 25mm projectile has become unstable and rolled the moment it hits the spine. It basically flies out of the mouth horizontally instead of vertically.

The general-purpose projectile, which has such a kinetic energy that it can dwarf the anti-material sniper rifles of later generations, seemed to have directly turned into a cannonball, causing the entire upper body to literally "explode on the spot". Countless bones, broken flesh, and organ remains were scattered in the blood mist. , it sprayed everywhere like a popcorn machine that exploded due to too much pressure.

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”

There is no shortage of lunatics on the battlefield, and of course there is no shortage of fools. There is no shortage of stupid lunatics. For example, this one is a heavyweight.

His head and face were sprayed everywhere by the "explosion brother" next to him. It had only been less than three months since a drafted soldier had joined the army. He only received basic loading training, and he was dragged to the battlefield like no one else. The German rookie finally couldn't stand it anymore. The collapse of his will and spirit only occurred in the blink of an eye, and even his comrades who were also on the run around him had no time to react.

"I've had enough! I can't stand it anymore!!! I want to go home, I want to go home! Mom, mom, I want to find my mom"

call out--

boom--

Just a short while after he was dancing and shouting crazily, another high-speed projectile fired from nowhere hit the target accurately, amputating the arm of this stupid, crazy and collapsed German rookie who was raised above his head on the spot. into two sections.

The right arm that was raised in front of him again had no front end, leaving only the second half of the severed arm, the ferocious bones and dripping flesh and blood in front of him. The crazy secretion of adrenaline was at its peak, and it was even enough to suppress the pain that would have caused dizziness in a short period of time.

With eyes full of disbelief, shock, and confusion, this German rookie with only half of his right arm left forgot about the battlefield, his escape, and what he should do for a moment, until the final moment, which was not too far away, arrived in an instant. .

call out--

crackling——

There was no chance to think about anything anymore. The whole head was like a watermelon stuffed with a grenade. It exploded into countless pieces and was thrown into the sky. In the bloody wind, it fell one after another and covered the surrounding ground.

The corpse with severed arms and headless body collapsed. The still-dead nerves on the corpse were driving the living muscles and they were even twitching, as if they were not quite dead yet.

Scenes like this were staged one after another. One after another, the German soldiers abandoned their vehicles and escaped, but were chased down by Malashenko's "Kill without mercy" order. Over a hundred of them were killed. Jinrou and his life were left behind on this land where he had fought.

In the end, only a handful of German troops who abandoned their vehicles were able to escape to a temporarily safe place. Those who were still in the trenches and foxholes under their own control clung to their own lives, even if this was only temporary.

"The remaining ones ran away and they can no longer be seen."

Iushkin, who had been using coaxial 62 and 5 mm machine guns to help output firepower and hunt down deserters, spoke with a slight regret in his tone, but after hearing this, Malashenko was in a completely different state. .

"Run away? You've thought too much. They can't escape at all. I just put their lives on them for the time being. Sooner or later, they will all belong to me!"