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

At this time, the world behind had become a world in flames. The fiery red explosion rolled backwards, and a few kilometers away from the center of the explosion, you could feel the heat wave coming. Zhukov looked so small in appearance outside of such a fireball.

The grenade in Zhukov's hand was pulled apart and white smoke was emitting hissing sound. He could not throw it over a distance of hundreds of meters. This was destined to be a glorious order.

"Long live the Soviets!" Zhukov shouted loudly.

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

The smell of barbecue was constantly coming in the air. Several tankers in the mouse tank were filled with an inexplicable feeling. Since the war started, they have seen too many surrendered Soviet soldiers and various rebellious generals.

It is a very common situation where lower-level soldiers may fight to the death, but many of the upper-level generals are afraid of death and have no psychological burden when surrendering.

And now, the suicide of the Soviet general in front of him was really shocking. He would rather detonate the 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 guardian of Moscow, Zhukov!"

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

Now, he is dead.

"Chief, the company commander has come down and we are asking us to attack." At this moment, the radio in the car shouted.

attack!

Although the thermostatic bomb killed most of the Soviet soldiers, at this moment, at least millions of Soviet soldiers were wiped out, but many people were still left, such as those in the area between the German positions and the flames, and some of the Soviet soldiers who ran out.

Behind them was a fire, an anaerobic zone, and ahead of them was a German position. At this time, they were in a dilemma.

go ahead!

The pilot Schmidt stepped on the accelerator hard, and the aircraft engine at the tail screamed. In the rumbling sound, a huge current stimulated the motors on both sides, drove the tracks, and began to move forward.

It climbed up the hillside easily, and the figure of the huge rat tank was exposed.

Behind the rat tank, following a team of infantry. On the current battlefield, tanks take the lead and infantry follow behind is the most common way.

The mouse tank climbed over the small earth slope, and black smoke came out from its tail and moved forward.

A few hundred meters away, there were corpses in a row, all of which were shot to death by them using machine guns.

The accelerator under Schmidt's feet remained unabated and was about to start moving up with a rumbling bang.

"Stop, go around." Hans shouted.

Schmidt turned his head back in confusion and looked at it, then began to turn the operating disk in front of him.

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

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

Go around.

The rat tank circled around and circled through the pile of dead people here. The German soldiers following behind also circled around for a while and followed the tank.

After they passed, they were the second-tier servants and the Italian army.

Almost all the hard bones that are difficult to crack are fought by Germany. The Puzhong Kingdom followed behind, mainly for cleaning the battlefield. Germany does not believe in the combat effectiveness of the Puzhong Kingdom.

The burned corpses and those in the explosion center were directly cremated, and these corpses outside needed to be collected and burned together.

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

"Why do we have to do this kind of work?" an Italian soldier kept muttering, and he and his companions lifted a body.

Originally, the quality of a person before and after death has not changed, and there are still so many, but the living person can be picked up by one person. It is hard to carry the two of them. This is simply an unsolved mystery in nature.

The two carried a corpse and walked towards the truck behind, pulling the corpses together, burning them first, and then burying them, otherwise the pit that needs to be dug would be too big.

"This job is good." Another Italian soldier said, reaching out to touch another corpse on the ground, and first took off the watch on the corpse.

Cleaning the battlefield is also a time to search for spoils!

Germany disdains to clean the battlefield. On the one hand, Germany has a lot of military pay and the soldiers are treated very well. On the other hand, for them, fighting is the noblest, and cleaning the battlefield is humble.

Well, today's harvest is good, this watch can be sold for about ten euros.

Find something else.

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

On the battlefield, more and more traces of Soviet women have been found, indicating that until now, the Soviets have ended their limits and they actually have to rely on women to go to the battlefield.

Well, this woman looks good in shape, tsk.

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

"Go to die!" Lyudmira shouted loudly.

When Zhukov sounded the grenade, Lyudmira's tears were about to flow. Although he had almost no interaction with Zhukov, Zhukov's generosity still moved Lyudmira.

However, Lyudmira would not die like that. Zhukov was afraid that he would be captured, and Lyudmira would not have to worry. She was going to die, but she had to put on a cushion!

Lyudmila pulled the grenade, then grabbed the grenade in her hands, held the grenade tightly, holding the Italian soldier's thighs tightly. Although he was not a German, Italy was fine, and he was all invaders.

"Long live the Soviets!" Lyudmila shouted loudly as Zhukov had just looked.
Chapter completed!