Steel Soviet Union

"There is a high-ranking official! I saw it, right in the crowd! He was wearing officer's clothes!"

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Malashenko, who was originally planning to pick up the microphone and issue an order, was startled when he heard this. Alsim's sudden words were indeed without warning and unexpected. After thinking for a moment, Malashenko followed up. Then he asked.

"Are you sure? Did you see clearly?"

"I'm sure! He still has the collar badge, and there are people holding hoops around him to protect him. It must be a big fish! It's three floors down at one o'clock, and he just entered the house!"

Iushkin shouted impatiently that he was very sure that he had not made a mistake, but this time Malashenko did not hesitate.

"Okay, load up the high-explosive bombs and fire a shot at that building! If you have dates or not, shoot three shots first!"

"Three shots? Why three shots? I can send that Nazi to meet his Kaiser with one shot!"

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He came up with a Russian-flavored "home dialect" out of pure smoothness. Unexpectedly, Iushkin had the time to talk about it at this time.

Malashenko, who only thought he was relieving the pressure of the battle, did not answer Iushkin's words. Instead, he raised his hand to grab the commander's periscope in front of him, immediately pointed it in the direction described by Iushkin, and looked out.

"Good guy! There are so many! Is this a parking lot at the entrance of the building!?"

Not to mention that I didn’t see the big fish Iushkin described at first glance, but there were a bunch of various vehicles parked randomly in horizontal rows at the entrance of this building, ranging from small barrel trucks to large trucks. There are even 251 half-tracks. I hadn’t seen such gadgets not long ago. I guess he broke in during the fierce fighting and not long after he parked his car. This scene was enough to make Malashenko feel "ecstatic" after seeing it.

"Okay! That's it! Shoot them into the building and kill them with open fire!"

"in addition"

After satisfying Iushkin’s request for a strike, something was actually missing, at least that’s what Malashenko himself felt.

The reason is very simple, if you feel it is not enough, then add some more ingredients. If one 130 is not enough, we will add more together. Malashenko picked up the wireless transmitter and then spoke decisively.

"Cars 121 and 122, aim at the three-story building at one o'clock from where I am, and shoot towards the first floor! I repeat, three-story building, shoot towards the first floor! Concentrate the high-explosive bombs and fire!"

One was running side by side with Malashenko's command vehicle No. 177, and the other was following closely behind the division commander's vehicle. Counting Malashenko's own command vehicle, the artillery lines of the three vehicles were just at the target. The three-story building gathered on the first floor, and no vehicle was blocked and opened fire.

It could be said that it was a coincidence that they had such a good shooting opportunity, but you could also say that this was just the fate of these German guys, and it was just their luck.

"You guys, protect the captain! Send him upstairs, quickly!"

"Let go! What are you doing!? I'm here to lead the reinforcements, not to command and supervise the battle! Return the gun to me. I order you to return the gun to me! Now!"

Lieutenant Colonel Adam encountered an "emergency" as soon as he got off the bus at the fire line.

The battalion commander who was directing the battle at the front of the block firmly disagreed with letting him stay in the "danger zone". With a wave of his hand, he instructed his soldiers to hold the commander and carry him to the second floor. He also brought Lieutenant Colonel Adam with him. The STG44 assault rifle was "handed over" just to make him give up the idea of ​​participating in the battle himself.

Even though the reluctant Lieutenant Colonel Adam was carried to the stairwell by two soldiers, his feet kept walking upstairs without any control, almost as if he was being dragged along. But he still shouted loudly to put himself down, return the gun to himself and participate in the battle personally, but none of these requests were met.

Whether it was the battalion commander who ordered the regiment commander to be carried upstairs, or Lieutenant Colonel Adam who resolutely resisted and did not want to go upstairs and wanted to fight the last battle of his life like a real man, or even all the other German soldiers present.

No one expected that the screaming God of Death wielding a violent giant scythe would come so quickly and violently, so that everyone present was caught off guard and "drove westward" without realizing it.

Boom——

Woohoo——

The explosion started first and the scream came later.

The fierce bombardment at extremely close range caused the 130 naval gun shells with extremely high muzzle velocity, close to three times the speed of sound, to have shot through the window and shattered the wooden door panels before the roar was heard. The "Guard-Eating Army Who Didn't Know the Truth" exploded under their feet, instantly spreading into a rapidly expanding mass of death flames.

I saw the electric stone fire room walls collapsed, sand and rocks flying, the flames mixed with dust and countless pieces of construction debris, which were directly lifted out of the house by this violent torrent and poured into the streets.

The sound of three 130mm high-explosive grenades exploding almost simultaneously can honestly only be described as "horrifying".

Although the explosion with astonishing destructive power was only a shallow explosion, it basically either hit the wall or exploded on the floor very close to the door. But you must know that this is the main gun of the destroyer of the Red Navy. Even the 122 heirloom of the Stalin heavy tank family has no comparison with this thing. The muzzle velocity, ballistic accuracy, and most importantly, the killing power are all inferior.

Because of this, even a shallow blast is enough.

It looked like the entire first-floor facade of a bakery or grocery store had been blown to pieces. Two walls, a door panel, and two display windows. Nothing could be described as "remaining" or "intact." . To be precise, the entire street-facing side of the first floor should have been physically "removed" with one click, leaving only the horrifyingly huge smoking gap still there.

But sometimes, death and destruction are not all, the chain effect like dominoes is the finale.

Because the street side of the first floor was completely blown down, the three-story brick-concrete structure that lost the load-bearing wall on the street side suffered serious damage and could no longer support its structure.

The "chain effect collapse" began within seconds after the first floor on the street side was blown away. The second floor and even the street side of the third floor affected by the explosion were all like supermarket shelves suddenly collapsing, carrying various shelf products with them. They all collapsed with a crash, and the raised dust rushed towards their faces instantly. The formation was even more fierce than the "earth dragon crossing the street" just now.

"Done! Three rounds of 130 grenade, that nest is dead! Don't even think about getting out alive, the grave has been repaired in place by them!"

Perhaps it should be said that your German guy's "rigor and seriousness" are quite admirable sometimes. At least it is a hundred times stronger than the so-called "craftsman spirit" of their stupid pig-like allies. At least Iushkin's excitement echoes in my ears. Shouting Malashenko thought so.

As for the reason?

Then look at the interior view of the commander’s periscope in front of you and you’ll know everything?