Chapter 756 Deathly Flying Thunder
The distance of three hundred meters is neither long nor short. Malashenko is confident that he can crush those German anti-tank guns with just one step of the accelerator, and then use those entrails that are stubbornly resisting the German army to feed his car. Lubricate tracks.
Malashenko thought so, and of course he did so. He never stopped giving Seryosha the order to step on the accelerator.
But just when Malashenko thought that victory was within easy reach and the fragile defense line of the German army was about to be penetrated by him, something unexpected happened suddenly.
Bang bang bang——
After Malashenko's car drove past, the Red Army soldiers following behind continued to stride forward with the charge.
Sounds like unopened beer bottles filled with beer being smashed suddenly sounded, and countless cylindrical objects suddenly sprayed out from the covered land and flew straight into the air.
Staying in the tank, his ears were filled with battlefield noise and engine roar. Malashenko did not hear these dull sounds, but the Red Army soldiers who were in their shoes saw it all, with panic written on their faces. .
The reaction time of more than one second is enough for most people to have no time to make any substantial effective physical reaction. Most Red Army soldiers do not know what the thing that suddenly sprayed out of the soil in front of them is.
Only some veterans who had gone through several or even dozens of brutal battles and still survived to this day reacted quickly enough. They put down their weapons with a look of horror and fell down instantly, knowing that it was too late. .
The quality and quantity of the unscrupulous weapons manufactured by the Germans were guaranteed, and a tragic scene immediately befell the Soviet army as the attacker.
Boom boom boom——
If the sound of breaking through the floating soil and rushing into the air just now was like a broken beer bottle, then the explosion sound that followed was like smashing an intact and unopened beer bottle with all your strength and strength. It's the same as on a person's crotch, giving the injured person a fatal blow that can penetrate into the soul.
Malashenko would not have thought that this group of insidious German grandsons would actually bury their descendants and their grandsons halfway up the mountainside on the only way to attack. What's more, I didn't expect that the German army, which was so calm, could use this killer weapon to reach a position less than 300 meters before detonating it.
Not to mention that the Germans would unexpectedly transform the S-type anti-infantry mines, which are usually detonated by pressure, into a more insidious method of killing that can be controlled at any time by manually detonating with electric wires.
There are at least hundreds of mines laid in the S-type anti-infantry minefield that stretches hundreds of meters in a line. The density is almost as high as one mine every four square meters, which is enough to kill anyone who steps into the mine unpreparedly. The enemy infantry in the area was instantly knocked down, causing heavy casualties.
But death is not the most terrifying thing about S-type anti-personnel mines. For humans, especially men, who need to conquer women to achieve the pleasure and ultimate goal of life, the most terrifying thing about S-type anti-personnel mines is that they are A real sense of "cutting off the son and ending the grandson Lei", worthy of the name!
No matter how it is triggered, the S-type anti-personnel mine will first break through the floating soil and eject to a height of 9 to 5 meters above the ground before detonating. The specific height you want to eject can be determined by the propellant at the bottom of the mine. Set the amount as appropriate. This is a variable parameter set according to actual combat conditions.
The height of 9 to 5 meters is enough to cover the male crotch position of all European races.
Whether it is a short Viking or a tall Slav, the fan-shaped blasting area of the S-type anti-infantry mine is enough to accurately sweep hundreds of deadly steel balls contained into a man's lower abdomen and lower body , using permanent coercion to achieve "castration" for this man.
No matter how strong a male creature is, he will never be able to endure the humiliation of losing sexual function in this life.
The S-type anti-personnel mine may not necessarily kill all the enemies it hits, but it is almost 100% sure that the "sworn brothers" of the person hit will leave this world forever.
Without a man's dignity, life is more terrifying for a normal man than death.
The most successful design of the S-type anti-infantry mine was not that it was powerful or concealed, but that its lethal killing method was enough to make any army in the world fear it like a tiger and talk about it. Discoloration.
Even the Soviet Red Army, armed with firm beliefs, was no exception when it came to throwing S-type anti-infantry mines, which are known for their perversion.
The faint wailing sounds coming from outside the car, which was worse than the noise of the battlefield, finally caught Malashenko's attention.
With the lessons learned from the last time, Malashenko will never stick out of the car for a ride on the frontal battlefield no matter how curious he is.
Malashenko turned the commander's periscope in his hand to adjust his perspective to the position directly behind the tank. The scene he saw immediately made Malashenko hug his brother instantly.
"I'm sorry! These Germans who gave birth to sons without sexual intercourse are actually trying to kill off their sons and grandsons!"
The Red Army soldier, whose intestines were blown all over the floor, had no time to deal with his external organs that smelled of blood. Instead, he covered his bloody crotch and screamed in agony, as if his soul had been penetrated. The shrill wail made Malashenko, who was casting homogeneous steel armor across the turret, feel a pain in his balls.
Later scientific research defined women's pain during childbirth as four to six levels, and comprehensive assessments were made based on the smoothness of the childbirth process. If it is a normal delivery, it is equivalent to level 4, but if it is a difficult delivery, it is equivalent to enduring the pain of breaking 20 ribs during the entire birth process.
But if an adult man's two good brothers are exploded by an external force at the same time, the instantaneous pain he will endure is 50 levels, which is equivalent to 89 times the level 6 pain experienced by a woman during dystocia. It is equivalent to the explosion of two good brothers. In that moment, she endured the pain of giving birth to 160 children in an instant, or had 3,200 ribs broken in an instant.
There were rumors in later generations that the Italian Mafia had a very cruel execution method specifically for traitors.
That is to say, the traitors were stripped naked, their hands and feet were tied up, and they were buried alive in a pit. Only the good brothers who were naked were exposed on the surface of the earth, and breathing tubes were inserted into them to ensure that they would not be suffocated to death. At the same time, the ground was backfilled. The soil is compacted.
The uneven pressure on the human body and poor blood circulation under the soil will cause the good brothers to continue to stand tall. At this time, a golf executioner specially hired by the Italian Mafia will appear on the stage to kill the golf ball without any control. In windy conditions, the next shot hit 450 yards (48 meters) with the power of a good brother execution.
It is said that the local blood pressure after the execution is so strong that the blood column spurted out can reach a height of 5 meters.
But no one knows how much pain they will endure in this case. Even after the victim was dug out of the soil, he died suddenly on the spot with a very ferocious expression while being supplied with oxygen.
