Chapter 2615 Blood on the streets (Part 2)

Three shots of 130 sets of fire were fired, but the German guy's broken building was not destroyed!

To be precise, it should be "not completely collapsed."

Malashenko, who was concentrating on the commander's periscope and keeping his attention, saw with his own eyes that the crumbling building stopped collapsing after a brief moment.

It was like being split in half by a 40-meter ship-cutting sword. As for the sword technique and how to split it, you can refer to "Huaqiang Buying Melon".

The German guy who had eaten three rounds of 130 grenades is currently standing there with about half of the broken building remaining. It seems that he has stopped shaking the stairs and has no intention of continuing the chain collapse.

The entire building now looks like it is composed in a cross-section, with all the rooms in the building clearly visible.

Malashenko really didn't expect that after three rounds of 130, he would achieve such a birdie result in the end.

It collapsed, but not completely, just "split in two."

What the hell is this?

"Do you want another round?"

Iushkin, who also witnessed this scene through his own gunner's periscope, asked, ready to fire again at any time, as long as Malashenko gave an order.

However, after some thought, Malashenko's answer was to directly deny it.

"That's not necessary. There are other targets to hit. Load high-explosive bombs and continue!"

Although it is assisted by a mechanized semi-automatic loader or a dual loader configuration, the 130 gun is still a 130 gun, and it is also a mounted version of a naval gun. No matter how you strengthen the reloading mode, it won't be any faster, at least it won't be reloading as fast as the German 75 cannon's custom shells.

Whether it is the limited amount of firepower projected per unit time converted from the low rate of fire, or the IS7 does not carry much vehicle-mounted ammunition due to the large size of the ammunition.

Malashenko must consider both the front and the back. Although the IS7 is powerful in combat and performance, it also has many constraints and small flaws that "can't have it both ways."

Malashenko felt that there was no need to waste precious shells and firepower on the half-collapsed building. Wouldn't it be nice to have this time to clean up other Germans? All kinds of huge German sticks blocking the way were still running around in the street, everywhere.

But what Malashenko didn't know was that his truly reasonable decision actually saved someone's life, or it could be said to "temporarily save someone's life" and slightly delayed the arrival of death. , can live a little longer.

"Pfft! Ahem - bah!"

Struggling to get up from the cold and dusty ground, Lieutenant Colonel Adam seemed to have no feeling at all, and felt that even this body no longer seemed like his own. Not only did his whole body have no obvious feeling, but he also refused to control his movements. Just like the soft-bodied creatures in the sea, his whole body was like a puddle of mud.

"Hoo-ho-ha-"

While panting violently, he opened his eyes covered by dust and looked around.

Lieutenant Colonel Adam, whose eyes were filled with blood-red and gray particles intertwined, could only see corpses of various shapes and shapes lying on the ground around him. Blood, pieces of flesh, and broken limbs were almost everywhere as far as he could see.

"Is there anyone alive? Is there anyone alive!?"

No one who looked alive could be found with the naked eye. In this case, the only choice was to ask questions and see if anyone said anything.

Not to mention, Lieutenant Colonel Adam yelled so "helplessly" with the attitude of "treating a dead horse as a living doctor", there were actually people in the pile of dead people lying on the ground who responded to him, moaning and whimpering. The sound sounded like he was injured but unable to move and was trapped.

Lieutenant Colonel Adam looked surprised when he heard that there was still movement, and then he took steps to rush towards the direction where the sound came from.

It's just that it's fine if you don't flush it, but it will be ruined if you flush it.

Lieutenant Colonel Adam, who had not felt it until now, realized that his left foot had been inserted into a sharp wooden stubble that was thicker than his thumb at some point. It hurt with the slightest exertion or muscle squeezing. If it doesn't work, it's heartbreaking.

It looked like some piece of furniture had been smashed to pieces and then spattered into the flesh. The good news was that the main blood vessels were not injured, and there were no signs of major bleeding except for a little blood leaking out on the surface.

Now is not the time for mothers-in-law to call out to military doctors like sissies. To say the least, even if they call out, they may not get a response. Who knows if anyone will come.

Lieutenant Colonel Adam had no choice but to retract his steps and return to the original position. He squatted down and firmly grasped the wooden stubble inserted a little above the ankle of his left leg.

The moment you hold the wooden stubble with your hands, you can feel the obvious stinging pain. The torn and squeezed muscles will hurt even if they move even a little bit. Even a veteran can't help but grinning. , his face tensed up, and he was already a man without shouting on the spot.

"Hell, drink!"

Holding back the pain, he "cold his hands harshly", clenched the wood stubble in his hand and pulled it out with all his strength.

Even if it didn't hit the bone, the stubble was probably pulled out. The torn and squeezed muscles instantly stretched out, and the blood that was not flowing smoothly also spurted out from the wound section in an instant.

Fortunately, Lieutenant Colonel Adam was right.

The splatter was just a small amount of blood spurting out from small blood vessels. It looked like it was bleeding non-stop, but the actual amount of bleeding was not large, at least it was still holding up.

He took out a handkerchief he carried with him from his pocket, twisted it and used it as a bandage. He wrapped it around the wound on his calf and it was barely bandaged.

Lieutenant Colonel Adam, who didn't want to be delayed any longer because of this little trouble, tried to walk forward. After taking a few steps, he was pleasantly surprised to find that although the pain was real, it was not beyond the tolerable level. At least he could still walk without any problem. Yes, this meets the most basic needs for action and is good news.

"Are you okay? Are you injured?"

After uncovering a broken door panel and masonry debris that was pressed against the rubble, Lieutenant Colonel Adam, who was busy "digging for people," discovered that the person who was pressed down and calling for help turned out to be one of the soldiers who had just carried him upstairs. one.

"Why are you here? Weren't you just next to me?"

Lieutenant Colonel Adam, who hesitated in the middle of speaking, could not finish his words.

The moment the shell exploded and the whole building collapsed, it was chaos. No one could remember clearly what happened at that time. The floors on the second floor were also collapsed by the explosion on the first floor. The whole thing was an indoor version of " The sky is falling and the earth is falling.”

Maybe he couldn't dodge and was thrown here by the collapsing floor, or maybe he was thrown away by the explosion that spread upward to the second floor. He might even be the one who was thrown away. I don't even remember it anyway. .