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

At this time, the back has become a world in flames, and the fiery red explosion formed a blazing fireball, rolling backwards, so that a few kilometers away from the center of the explosion, you can feel the heat wave coming. Zhukov was reflected in such a fireball, and his figure looked so small.

The grenade in Zhukov's hand was pulled open, and white smoke was sneering inside, and at a distance of several hundred meters, it was impossible for him to throw it, it was destined to be a glorious single.

"Long live the Soviets!" Zhukov shouted loudly.

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

In the air, the smell of barbecue was constantly coming, and several tankmen in the rat tank had an inexplicable feeling surging in their hearts at this time, since the start of the war, they had seen too many surrendered Soviet soldiers, and they had also seen all kinds of renegade generals.

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

And now, the suicide of this Soviet general in front of him is so shocking that he would rather detonate a grenade than let the Germans capture him.

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

At this time, Hans also had mixed feelings, if Zhukov was captured, it would definitely be the biggest blow to the Soviets, even surpassing Stalin, because Zhukov's military talent had already surpassed Stalin.

Now, he's dead.

"Commander, the company commander's order has come down and asks us to attack." Just then, the radioman in the car shouted.

Offensive!

Although the thermobaric bomb killed most of the Soviet soldiers, and at least a million Soviet soldiers were wiped out in this instant, there were still many people left, such as those in the area between the German positions and the flames, and some Soviet soldiers who escaped.

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

Advance!

The pilot, Schmidt, stepped on the accelerator fiercely, the aircraft engine in the tail whistled, and in the rumbling sound, a huge electric current stimulated the motors on both sides, drove the tracks, and began to move forward.

It climbed the hill with ease, revealing the shape of a huge rat tank.

Behind the rat tank, followed by a squad of infantry, in the current battlefield, the tank takes the lead, and the infantry follows behind, which is already the most common way.

The rat tank climbed over a small dirt slope, and puffs of black smoke came out of its tail and drove forward.

A few hundred meters away, there was a streak of corpses, all of which they had just shot with a machine gun.

Schmidt's throttle was unabated, and he was about to start with a bang.

"Stop, get around." Hans shouted.

Schmidt turned his head back in confusion and began to turn the operating wheel in front of him.

If it were ordinary Soviet soldiers, they would have been crushed, and 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 flesh, which was part of Zhukov's body. Hans respects Zhukov, a tiger general, at least judging from Zhukov's generosity just now, it is disrespectful to crush a part of Zhukov's body.

Go around.

The rat tank circled and passed the pile of dead men on this side, and the German soldiers who followed behind also circled around and followed behind the tank.

When they passed, it was the second-tier servant state, the army of Italy.

The hard bones that are difficult to gnaw are almost all fought by Germany, and the servant countries follow behind, mainly to clean up the battlefield, and Germany does not believe in the combat effectiveness of the servant countries.

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

It's summer, and if the corpses aren't disposed of quickly, they're going to rot and produce a terrible plague.

"Why do you want us to do this kind of work?" An Italian soldier kept muttering as he and his companions lifted up a corpse.

Originally, the quality of people before and after death has not changed, there are still so many, but the living person, one person can pick it up, and if it is dead, it is difficult for two people to carry it, which is simply an unsolved mystery of nature.

The two carried a corpse and walked towards the truck behind them, pulling the corpse together to burn it and then bury it, otherwise the pit would have to be dug too big.

"That's a good job." Another Italian soldier said, reaching for another corpse on the ground, first removing the watch it was wearing.

Cleaning up the battlefield is also the time to search for loot!

Germany disdains to clean up the battlefield, on the one hand, Germany is well paid and the soldiers are well treated, on the other hand, for them, the battle is the noblest, and the cleaning of the battlefield is low.

Well, today's harvest is good, this watch can be sold 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 found, indicating that by now, the Soviets have been exhausted, and they actually have to rely on women to go to the battlefield.

Well, this woman looks in good shape, tsk.

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

"Die!" Lyudmila shouted loudly.

When Zhukov pulled the grenade, Lyudmila's tears were about to flow, although there was almost no intersection with Zhukov, but Zhukov's generosity still moved Lyudmila very much.

However, Lyudmila will not die so much, Zhukov is afraid that he will be captured, and Lyudmila does not have to worry, she is going to die, but she has to pull a cushion!

Lyudmila pulled away the grenade, and then, grabbing the grenade in her hand and two arms, she hugged the Italian soldier's thigh, although it was not a German, and Italy was an aggressor.

"Long live the Soviets!" Lyudmila shouted loudly, following the example of Zhukov just now.

A grenade, still snorting and smoking.