The rear door of the armored car had long been deformed in the continuous explosions, and the soldiers pulled it open without much effort.

The two submachine gunners maintained 100,000 points of vigilance, the butt of the rifle was against the shoulder, the right hand kept holding the trigger, and the iron door slowly opened left and right. They thought that there might be a stunned enemy in the armored car, but the iron door opened, and only the dead bodies lay silently.

A heavy smell of blood and gunsmoke rushed towards him, and the soldier decisively held his breath and pulled all the corpses out.

It can be said that the final attack launched by the German battalion commander Langemann can be regarded as a manifestation of his fighting spirit, and it can be regarded as the last effort to do his allegiance to the Third Reich, fighting to the last man.

The armored vehicles of the pig were either blown up or broke down due to broken tracks, and none of the drivers and soldiers broke through.

He was left to burn with burning vehicles, even some apparently charred human corpses, and no one tried to extinguish the fire.

The soldiers who broke into the village and continued street fighting were the first to open the car door, whether they were dead or alive, and pulled the enemy out first. After screening, the bodies were piled aside, and those who were stunned were almost stabbed in the heart with guns, until Balzen himself arrived to stop his soldiers from continuing the massacre.

Because the higher authorities had already ordered that the 63rd Army was a group army, not an ordinary guerrilla force, and according to the regulations, it was not allowed to kill prisoners.

In many cases, the killing of prisoners is inevitable, and officers and commissars will stop such acts if they see them, and they will be powerless if they do not see them.

The reconnaissance battalion quickly made peace with Yang Mingzhi, standing in front of the burning vehicle, looking at the charred corpse, Yang Mingzhi's mood was quite calm.

"Balzen, what are the losses of your battalion?" Yang Mingzhi asked urgently.

"It's terrible, at least twenty brothers are gone, and more than thirty are injured to varying degrees! Look at these Germans, their final counterattack is really crazy, we didn't expect that they would suddenly kill so many armored vehicles! ”

"That is to say, fifty brothers in your battalion have lost their ability to fight, and judging from such casualties, it is still barely acceptable."

Yang Mingzhi said so, but his heart was not so open.

Street fighting, once this mode of combat appears, a large number of casualties are inevitable. The best weapons for street fighting are RPGs, high-explosive grenades and shotguns, and of course, if your fighters are wearing body armor, just like the future generations can defend against 7.62mm rifle rounds, casualties will be greatly reduced.

It's a pity that the current soldiers are cannon fodder at best. The 63rd Army did not have so much cannon fodder available!

Since Balzen had such losses, the situation with the paratrooper battalion might be better.

The tasks of each battalion have already been arranged, and Yang Mingzhi will stay in this ruin for the time being and examine the corpses a little.

The bodies and wounded of Soviet soldiers, all who were found, gathered together. Whether they live or die, they will be taken away from this battlefield. The bodies of the sacrificed soldiers could not be brought back to Novgomel, they were buried uniformly, marked on the map, and the bones were sent to the cemetery after the victory in the war.

This practice was naturally widely recognized by the warriors, and it also improved morale, after all, the warriors were willing to sacrifice for the country, but they were not willing to become a dinner for wild bears and coyotes in the wilderness.

And the corpses of the German army were naturally not properly collected, and they were placed horizontally and vertically, like a lump of carrion.

Balzen pointed to a corpse and said, "Commander, I think this is an officer, he must have commanded this operation!" With that, he snapped his fingers, and the warrior turned over the corpse, which was not yet stiff.

In this way, Yang Mingzhi instantly understood - this person committed suicide.

"Alas! The German officers always wore officer uniforms, and I think this man was so worried about being captured by us that he killed himself. Balzen, have your men checked his pockets? ”

"Yes! His papers are with me! With that, Balzen handed over some miscellaneous items to the chief.

Among these items was a small notebook, as well as an ID book. Through the certificate, Yang Mingzhi basically knew the true identity of this officer.

"Hey, hey! The 734th Division, are they responsible for the garrison and security of this area? It seems that this force is our new enemy. ”

"Yes!" Balzen looked at the corpse and smiled contemptuously: "It's just that the combat effectiveness of these enemies is really terrible, compared to the 707th Division and the 715th Division, I don't know where it is?" ”

"It's not so much that they're weak, it's that we're stronger! In short, don't take it lightly. Yang Mingzhi pinched his waist and naturally sighed, and he continued to order: "Now order your people to transport the wounded and sacrificed brothers to the rear, cut some branches, untie their leggings, and make some improvised stretchers." ”

……

In this kind of raid, only two military doctors accompany them. The two men were carrying a large amount of medicine, but they did not have the duty to operate. Fortunately, there was no shortage of high-ranking people in the team, and after the battle, it was logical for the star fruit to immediately treat the wounded in the grove.

She and Natasha quickly got into action.

Yang Mingzhi couldn't take care of the wounded for the time being, and he urgently needed to know his results.

Abram and his men surrounded the city with loaded guns, for fear that there would be an undead enemy with a sinister heart to release cold guns.

More than thirty people cautiously advanced, and soon, everyone and Rychev were paratroopers taking over.

After a fierce battle, the thirty-year-old Rychev looked like he was in his forties, his face and clothes were blackened, and the whole image was very sloppy. The same is true of his warriors, immersed in the smoke of gunpowder, and everyone emits the stench of gunpowder.

After the battle, the soldiers had already begun a large-scale search for the casualties, and in the same way as the reconnaissance battalion, they were all brought back to the woods, whether dead or alive.

Others were responsible for collecting German corpses, searching for usable weapons, collecting shells, and other trophies.

There were more than forty people, and a small group of German soldiers were guarded. They were all still alive, the steel helmets did not exist, not even the military uniforms on their bodies, and one by one they stretched out their hands and lay on the side of the wooden wall, looking at the formation, as if the Soviet soldiers behind them were about to shoot them.

Actually, of course, this is not the case.

Rychev was happy to report on his results: "I fought side by side with Bondanov and destroyed the group of enemies who suddenly ran out. There were also some enemies, who ran out of bullets and surrendered when they saw our fighters. There were also some who stubbornly resisted and were shot instantly. ”

Yang Mingzhi glanced at those people regretfully, and quietly their current situation, several of them didn't even have shoes, and two even had their upper bodies covered with black smoke. It is clear that the raid was very successful, and the enemy, apparently, rushed out of the barracks and fought in a hurry, for which they were not prepared for anything.

"Very well, now tell me about your casualties."

"My warriors lost more than thirty of them, and more than forty wounded, some of them were seriously wounded, and I fear that they will die soon."

"Alright! All right! Yang Mingzhi felt a little aggrieved in his heart, this is the last battle on this action plan, I never thought that the casualties were not small!

How did they get killed or wounded? Not yet the peculiarities of street fighting! The tactical superiority of the Soviet troops was limited.

However, this operation can be called a great victory, and Yang Mingzhi continued to ask: "Where is Bondanov now?" ”

"His battalion was already searching for prisoners of war, and part of it was going after the traitors. I don't think his men will chase far. ”