Chapter 926 Blowing up the building

"Damn fascist bastards! I'm going to take out their intestines!"

No one expected that the ingenious Germans would actually build a simple machine gun bunker in the building.

It may be an exaggeration to call it a machine gun bunker, but the sight of this thing lying motionless here is just like a machine gun bunker on a wild battlefield. Without heavy fire support, the fragmentation grenade in your hand really can't chew this turtle's shell. .

"Comrade Company Commander! What should we do!?"

A squad leader following Captain Varosha shouted questions loudly. In the face of the almost crazy machine gun fire from the Germans, only by shouting could the other party hear what he wanted to express.

Captain Varosha, who was clinging to the wall behind him, was breathing constrictedly. Sweat was sticking to the edge of his helmet and flowing down his dark face. His abnormal nervousness was palpable.

To be honest, this is the first time that even Captain Varosha, who boasts that he has rich practical combat experience, has encountered such a maddening situation.

"What should we do? What else can we do!? Bring over the explosive pack! Even if we blow up half of the third floor, we will still knock these Germans off the third floor!"

Captain Varosha knew very well how powerful the explosive packs specially used to demolish walls were.

With a TNT charge of more than 10 kilograms, let alone the armored iron door, it is possible to blow up half of the entire third floor.

When Captain Varosha went upstairs, he specifically took a look at the load-bearing structure of the entire building, and found that the load-bearing columns of this building were not of an old-fashioned architectural style, but clearly had many new load-bearing column structures built in recent years.

There were similar buildings in previous battles. They once withstood a vertical top-attack bombardment from a German one-ton heavy aerial bomb. Only half of the building was destroyed by the bomb, and the remaining half of the building was still like half a mountain. The same pestle remained standing there, saving the lives of Captain Varosha and his party who led the people to resist the fierce German attack.

While Captain Varosha felt fortunate, he also had a higher evaluation of the strength of the building built by the construction workers of his homeland. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a fortress.

The charge coefficient of aerial bombs generally fluctuates around 60%. There is no reason why a building that cannot collapse even with 600 kilograms of TNT should be completely destroyed by ten kilograms of TNT.

Captain Varosha, who not only dared to think but also dared to do it, quickly decided to take action. He was going to take the explosive bag handed over by the assault engineer on the side and take it upon himself to kill this extremely difficult German turtle. shell.

But what Captain Varosha never expected was that the assault engineer wearing a bulletproof breastplate just hesitantly leaned the explosive bag into his hand, but in the end he did not actually hand it to him.

By the time Captain Varosha realized something was wrong and turned around, the young assault engineer with a pack of explosives in his arms and no weapons had already taken the lead and rushed forward like an arrow from a string. Going out, the speed is so fast that even if you reach out to pull it, it is already too late.

"Asshole! It's dangerous, come back!"

Before Captain Varosha's loud scolding had finished, the accompanying squad leader who was standing beside him quickly grabbed Captain Varosha's collar and dragged him back on the spot. Without saying any words of greeting, there was a loud sound. The earth shook, the mountains shook, and the explosion shock wave came over in a violent roar.

boom--

"Oh! Damn it, what happened in the building!?"

Iushkin, who was staying at the gunner's position and took some time to relax, lit the cigarette in his mouth. The sound of the explosion was so loud that even Iushkin, who was sitting in the tank, could clearly feel it.

The smoke and dust from the explosion spewed out from the third-floor window of the building on the left side of the street. It was so powerful that even large pieces of masonry debris were thrown out from the building along the window.

The large pieces of masonry and stone debris that fell to the ground with a crackling sound like rain were obviously not the effects that ordinary grenades could produce.

"What's going on in the building? What happened? Was the Kraut's ammunition depot blown up?"

Iushkin, who held the gunner's sight in front of him and carefully observed the details, had a cigarette in his mouth and a look of horror. Malashenko, who was sitting in the commander's seat and also had a cigarette in his mouth, had a similar expression.

The tank is more than a hundred meters away from the building, and there are thick heavy armor barriers blocking the transmission of sound.

But even so, Malashenko, who had been holding the commander's periscope to observe the details of the battlefield, still clearly heard the loud noise from the violent explosion from his commander's position.

This horrifying sound is obviously not as powerful as the explosion in the ammunition depot Iushkin mentioned, but it is definitely not the effect that ordinary fragmentation grenades or even cluster grenades can produce. To put it bluntly, the terrifying and violent explosion just now was comparable to the impact of a 203 mm fatherly hammer hitting it.

"Keep observing, pay attention to the window where the explosion just came from, follow my orders and be ready to fire artillery support at any time!"

Just as Malashenko's order was issued, a burst of radio sound suddenly came from the car radio transmitter hanging next to him.

"Comrade Brigadier! A German guy appears on the street one kilometer ahead! It seems to be their reinforcements!"

After hearing this report, Malashenko quickly turned the direction of the commander's periscope in his hand and shifted his sight from the building where the aftermath of the explosion had not completely dissipated to the direction of the street directly ahead.

Malashenko, who was once selected as a gunner and commander, has very good eyesight, which even fully meets the vision level of a fighter pilot. If the soul of the previous owner of this body had not been bent on joining the Red Army tank unit, Malashenko might now be a comrade and brigade commander of a Red Army fighter aviation unit.

With these eyes with excellent vision, Malashenko could clearly see the German army about one kilometer away that was charging towards him menacingly.

A few boxy shoebox tanks whose specific models were unclear led the way, and the infantrymen who followed the tanks crouching like mice stealing food were vague and vaguely distinguishable.

There are two or three low-profile black armored units around the tank. Based on experience, Malashenko judged that these must be the three bald men most common among Germans.

Such a German mechanized force with infantry and tank coordination and assault guns mixed into it is really rare in the current combat situation.

The Germans, who were exhausted and had to count liters of fuel and use it, could be so heroic and come up with such a luxurious mechanized mixed force to support them.

Thinking of the importance of the main street intersection where he led the attack to the entire battle, Malashenko had roughly guessed which song the German was singing, and a sinister smile appeared on his face without any surprise. .