Chapter 1608： Generous

Zhukov's leg was broken, but he was still standing, his eyes looking at the German in front of him with disdain.

At this time, the world behind has become a blazing flame. The fiery fireball formed by the flaming explosion rolled backwards, so that a few kilometers away from the center of the explosion, the heat wave could be felt. Zhukov was set against such a fireball, and his figure appeared so small.

The grenade in Zhukov's hand was pulled off the drawstring, and white smoke was snorting inside. He could not throw it at a distance of several hundred meters. It was destined to be a glorious single.

"Long live the Soviet!" Zhukov shouted loudly.

"Boom!" As soon as the voice fell, the grenade exploded, and the shrapnel was scattered in all directions. Zhukov, who was located next to the grenade, was immediately torn into pieces by the explosion of the grenade, spreading in all directions.

In the air, the smell of barbecue is constantly coming. The several tankers in the mouse tank felt an inexplicable feeling in their hearts. Since the war began, they have seen too many Soviet soldiers who surrendered. I have seen all kinds of apostasy generals.

It is a very common situation that lower-level soldiers may fight to the death, but many upper-level generals are greedy for life and fear of death, and there is no psychological burden to surrender.

And now, the suicide of the Soviet general in front of him was really shocking. He would rather detonate a grenade than let the Germans capture him.

At this moment, Hans finally remembered the photos he had seen before in his mind: "Zhukov, he is the most important officer under Stalin, the guard of Moscow, Zhukov!"

At this time, Hans was in a complicated mood. If Zhukov was captured, it would definitely be the biggest blow to the Soviets, even surpassing Stalin, because Zhukov's military talent has surpassed Stalin.

Now, he is dead.

"Car commander, the command of the company commander has come down, asking us to attack." Just then, the radio operator in the car shouted.

attack!

Although the thermobaric bomb killed most of the Soviet soldiers, at least a million Soviet soldiers were wiped out in ashes, but there are still many people left, such as those in the area between the German positions and the flames, and some The Soviet soldiers running out.

Behind them was a fire, an oxygen-free zone, and a German position in front of them. At this time, they were in a dilemma.

go ahead!

The pilot Schmidt stepped on the accelerator severely, and the aircraft engine on the tail screamed. In the rumbling sound, the huge electric current stimulated the motors on both sides, driving the crawler belts and starting to walk forward.

It easily climbed the hillside, and the shape of a huge rat tank was exposed.

It is the most common way to follow a team of infantry behind the mouse tank. On the current battlefield, it is the most common way for the tank to lead the battle and the infantry to follow.

The rat tank climbed over the small soil slope, and a puff of black smoke came out of its tail, moving forward.

A few hundred meters away, there was a corpse, which was shot to death with a machine gun just now.

The throttle under Schmidt's feet was not reduced, and he was about to move up rumblingly.

"Stop, go around," Hans shouted.

Schmidt glanced back in confusion, then began to turn the operation panel in front of him.

If they were ordinary Soviet soldiers, they would be crushed. They didn't care how much blood there was on their tanks.

However, the corpse in front was covered with a vague layer of minced meat, which was part of Zhukov's body. Hans respects Zhukov as a tiger general, at least judging from Zhukov's generosity just now, crushing a part of Zhukov's body is disrespectful.

Go around.

The mouse tank made a circle, passing by the dead man's pile on this side, and the German soldiers who followed all circled and followed behind the tank.

When they passed, they were the servants of the second line, the Italian army.

The hard bones were almost all brought by Germany, and the servant nations followed behind. They were mainly used to clean the battlefield. Germany did not believe in the fighting power of the servant nations.

Those corpses that were burned, and those at the center of the explosion, were all cremated directly, and these outer corpses needed to be collected and burned together.

It is summer, and if the corpse is not disposed of quickly, it will rot and produce a terrible plague.

"Why let us do this kind of work." An Italian soldier murmured continuously, and he and his companions lifted a corpse.

Originally, the quality of people before and after death has not changed, and there are still so many. However, a person who is alive can be picked up by one person, and the person who is dead can be lifted by two people. This is simply unexplained by nature. mystery of.

The two carried a corpse, walked towards the truck behind, pulled the corpse together, burned it first, and then buried it, otherwise the pit to be dug would be too big.

"It's a good job," said another Italian soldier, reaching out to touch another corpse on the ground, and first took off the watch he was wearing.

Cleaning the battlefield is also time to search for loot!

Germany is disdainful of cleaning the battlefield. On the one hand, Germany's military pay is full and the soldiers are treated well. On the other hand, for them, fighting is the noblest and cleaning the battlefield is lowly.

Well, today’s harvest is good, this watch can sell for almost ten euros.

Look for something else.

Just after he opened the body, the body of a woman was revealed.

On the battlefield, more and more traces of Soviet women have been discovered, which shows that up to now, the Soviets are exhausted and rely on women to come to the battlefield.

Um This woman looks good in figure, tusk.

Just when he had some thoughts in his mind, suddenly, the corpse on the ground moved, and his eyes suddenly opened on the blood-stained head.

"Go to hell!" Lyudmila shouted loudly.

When Zhukov rang the grenade, Lyudmila's tears flowed down. Although Zhukov had almost nothing to do with Zhukov, Lyudmila was moved by his generosity.

However, Lyudmila will not die like that. Zhukov is afraid of being captured, and Lyudmila doesn't have to worry about it. She is about to die, but she has to put her back!

Lyudmila pulled the grenade away, and then, clutching the grenade in her hand, with two arms, he clung to the thigh of the Italian soldier. Although it was not a German, Italy could do it. They were all invaders.

"Long live the Soviet!" Lyudmila shouted loudly, just like Zhukov.

The grenade was still smoking.