T-54 888 was at the front, and their car elder Hemstra leaned out to look at the destroyed buildings on the left and right. The old man said to Zherelov with great emotion www.biquge.info "There is a beer hall on the corner in front of you, where in 1930 there were good white beer and grilled sausages, I hope those Yankees didn't blow it up!" ”

To tell the truth, Zherelov admired the old man a little, and he was able to find a tavern in ruins in Berlin, which was amazing.

To the old man's regret, the tavern he liked so much had been razed to the ground in an air raid. Specifically, most of the neighborhood is gone, as if it has been shoveled off.

"There are quite a lot of good memories there," the old man sighed quite emotionally, "I can't drink the most authentic white beer anymore, hey!" ”

Interrupting the old man's grief, there was a cannon shot, a cloud of smoke rising from the ruins of the opposite block, and then with a bang, the frontal armor of Number 888 was hit.

"Prepare for battle!" Old Hemsstra shouted, this time mainly to the infantry behind him and the other crews, who were still some distance from No. 888 and did not know what was going on here.

After shouting, the old man quickly closed the hatch and gave instructions to Zherelov: "At three o'clock, behind the broken wall!" It should be pak40. With incendiary bombs! ”

After the invasion of the city of Berlin, a considerable part of the fleet replaced ordinary grenades with white phosphorus incendiary bombs. Because the tankmen found that the effect of ordinary grenades in urban combat was not good, but the white phosphorus incendiary bombs were quite powerful, even if they did not hit the target directly, the flying white phosphorus could also make Germany lose the ability to resist, especially against the enemy in the enclosed space, that is, the infantry who followed up was quite opinionated, because the corpses that died under the white phosphorus incendiary bombs were too terrifying.

With a bang, incendiary bombs exploded between the ruins, and in an instant a large amount of white smoke burst up, and then there was a continuous scream, and the poor German artillerymen fled from the gun position with a scream of exhaustion, their coats and skin were smoking, and it was the demonic white phosphorus at work.

"Let them go!" Old Hemstra ordered.

Zherelov nodded, manipulated the side-by-side machine gun and fired a few bursts at the burning Germans, and soon the Germans fell quietly to the ground and continued to burn. There is almost no possibility of saving people who are hit by a large area of white phosphorus incendiary bombs, and the white phosphorus will continue to burn until it burns into the bones, and after entering the skin, when the moisture in the blood gives them proper stimulation, they will burn more violently, which can be said to be as terrifying as Ling Chi. Such suffering is unimaginable, and killing them may be considered the greatest humanitarian.

Even in the Red Army, not all of them were as humanitarian as old Hemstra, and hatred of the German army had penetrated deep into the hearts of the Red Army veterans, and those who had come from 1941 were eager to eat their flesh raw, and watching the German soldiers be burned alive and watching them struggle in hell was a hobby for many veterans.

However, the old Hemstra considered himself an aristocrat, even though there were no nobles in the Soviet Union anymore, but the old man always believed that the spirit of the nobility was immortal. He has always demanded himself with aristocratic moral standards, and giving the most basic mercy to his enemies is his life creed.

"Go ahead and search carefully!"

The old man gave instructions. He didn't believe that there was only one anti-tank gun in this piece of ruins, the Germans were not so stupid, they were quite professional when they arranged their positions, absolutely one after another, the firepower relayed each other to cover each other, and then the front was definitely Longtan Tiger's Den.

Only this time, the old man's estimate was slightly off, and he walked forward a hundred meters without encountering the slightest resistance again. To be honest, it's really not normal.

"The level of the Germans has degraded?" Old Hemsstra asked to herself.

However, he prefers to believe that this is the Germans luring the enemy deeper, maybe the Germans have a great appetite and are ready to eat their convoy in one go?

But the facts soon proved the old man wrong, just when the old man carefully searched left and right, a figure suddenly jumped up in the pile of rubble, the German army's rat-gray military uniform was too inconspicuous in the charred ruins, especially this figure was so short.

He raised his iron fist and fired at No. 888, but I don't know if it was because he provoked it too violently and the movement was too large and caused the technical action to be deformed, or if his technique was already very lame, this iron fist swept past the No. 888 turret with a whoosh.

Even so, old Hemstra was still frightened into a cold sweat, and he subconsciously ordered Zherelov to tear up the German devil, but when he looked at the enemy carefully through the periscope - he gave up.

Because this German devil is so special, he is simply a half-old child, he wears an adult uniform, the sleeves and trouser legs appear so long, especially the waist of the trousers and the hem of the clothes, which appear wide and large, and have to be tied to his body with an armed belt. The little enemy did not seem to have expected that a blow that had been prepared for so long would fly, and for a moment he was stunned on the spot—forgetting to flee and to find cover.

If it had been in the past, the elder Hemstra would not hesitate to order Zherelov to shoot and beat the enemy who dared to fire at them into a sieve. But this time, the old man did not have the slightest desire, even if the stunned boy stayed for a moment before remembering that this was a battlefield and still needed to fight, he escaped a Luger pistol from the magazine on his waist, and stood there firing fiercely at No. 888, the bullet hitting the turret with a clanging sound.

The bullets ran out quickly, but there was certainly no loss in No. 888, and the little enemy was once again standing on the battlefield, seemingly unsure of what to do next.

As the 888 slowly drove past him, old Hemsstra shook open the hatch and leaned out and shouted at the little foe in German: "Get out of here, go home, this is not yours." If I see you again, I'll kill you!" So saying, the old man threw down a piece of chocolate, closed the hatch, and went on.

The little boy stood still, probably because his dignity as a man had been mercilessly offended by the old man, and soon he began to cry. He just stood there crying and crying until all the tanks and armored vehicles of the Red Army drove past him.

Years later, Zherelov recalled: "The most impressive thing about Berlin was the child, whose cry touched the weakest part of my soul, and I did not know if he left safely, but I could not help him, even if he was a child, but he was also a child of the enemy." The only thing I could do was pray that he would survive this nightmare and forget about all this happy and happy life. ”

In Berlin, there were many such children, and in the last moments of the Nazis, this evil party unleashed all the forces it could to put up a stubborn resistance, even children. Not every child was as lucky as the one above, because not every Red Army soldier was as gentlemanly and patient as the old man. These fighters who have come all the way from Ukraine and Belarus have experienced so much pain, some have lost their brothers, some have lost their best friends, and the long killing career has consumed most of their patience, and they are generally not polite to any target who dares to open fire on them.

So there are so many poor children who are used as cannon fodder by the ruthless Nazis, and I have to say that this is a tragedy. Not just children, the Nazis would not spare any force at their disposal, for example, a considerable number of Berlin women also joined the resistance, and these poor women were even more tragic than the children above.

As 888 walked on, passing through a collapsed building, there was a horrific scene in the periscope of old Hemsstra, a woman with a bare foot and a cape standing in the middle of the street, so abrupt that for a moment the old man thought it was daytime.

Yes, this woman is indeed a little scary, with low pressure all over her body, especially her barefoot, please note that this is winter, and the winter in Berlin is also several degrees below zero. Is it normal to stand barefoot in the snow in such weather?

Old Hemstella leaned out again and shouted to the demented madwoman, "Go away! Hear no, go away! ”

As he spoke, the gun rang out, and old Hemsstra felt a bullet in his left arm, and he quickly slid into the cabin, shouting: "There is an ambush!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a boom at the end of the street on the left, and an armor-piercing bullet smashed into the turret of No. 888 and was deflected off.

"Three o'clock, anti-tank guns!"

The old man shouted as he gritted his teeth and bandaged the wound, and it was obvious that this was deliberate. That damn woman was the German decoy, and her role was to park their tanks in the prescribed positions in order to create a chance for the anti-tank guns to fire. Even these guys ambushed snipers, if it wasn't for the other party's hand tide just now, the old man would probably be a dead man.

Of course, old Hemstella did not notice that the cross on his chest, given to him by his loveliest granddaughter, Angelina, was faintly glowing. It was not the Germans who went astray, but the amulet of a certain immortal that worked.

"That. What about the sub? The old man was a little angry, and he shouted, "Lao Tzu will tear her to pieces!" ”

Well, I'm afraid it's a little difficult, at the moment of the gunshot, the barefoot woman turned and ran, hiding in the rubble and not even seeing a shadow. This left the old man with all his anger on the anti-tank gun.

"Fire the cannon and blow up the crumbs!"

Old Hemstra was really angry, and the reason was simple, the German's approach had touched his bottom line. The old man had always thought that war was a matter between men and had nothing to do with women and children, but now that the Germans had lost all their dignity and shamefully involved women and children in the war, this was absolutely intolerable to him.

The angry old Hemsstra was very terrifying, and under his command the 888 began to go berserk, and the 100mm smoothbore cannon was constantly spraying flames, leveling everything on the opposite side. The poor anti-tank gun and gunner were covered in explosions and smoke in the blink of an eye.

"Daddy's anger is very big!"

The crew following the 888 talked a lot, although the old Hemsstra would also lose his temper and jump to scold, but there was still no such low pressure as today. It is clear that the old man is now holding back his ruthlessness, as if he wants to raze Berlin to the ground.

After destroying the anti-tank guns of the Germans, the convoy continued to move slowly, because they had no time to waste, and the cries for help from the rescued troops were constantly heard on the radio, and the Germans besieged them more and more fiercely, and all kinds of weapons took turns to fight, and I really didn't know how long they could hold out.

However, the old Hermstra's road to escape was not smooth, and the Germans were quite stubborn, and every few seconds German gunners leaned out of the broken walls or broken windows on both sides of the road and fired at them. And they're constantly coming up with some amazing new flowers.

For example, when Old Hemstra was firing heavily at an enemy in a firing point, a woman suddenly appeared at the height of the battle, panicked into the range of fire, seemingly frightened.

Gentlemanly old Hemsstra had no choice but to cease fire, though he was annoyed by the previous scene, and he was almost certain that it was a trick of the Germans. But instinct stopped him from firing at a woman who was not threatening.

When the Germans' firepower was successfully shifted, the woman couldn't have been more coincidentally out of the battlefield. Then, when 888 had advanced less than 100 meters and encountered another point of fire, a similar situation would happen again. Needless to say, this woman was just a cover for the retreat of the German army.

This made old Hemstra almost smoke, and he lost his temper in the turret: "I think too highly of these scum, they have lost their sense of honor as warriors, and have degenerated into shameful villains, bastards!" Damn it! ”

Don't look at the old man's scolding, but when the woman appeared for the third time, he still couldn't bear to kill the killer. It's just that not everyone is as pitiful as he is. Zherelov was already enraged, because of this damn woman, their advance was seriously delayed, and in the confrontation just now, some of their comrades were shot. And this **** doesn't mean to stop at all, is he really afraid to fire?

Tata Tower...... Tata Tower......

Zherelov fired two short bursts, and the bullets were distributed around the woman, and it was clear that this was Zherelov's last warning, and if the woman gave up, then he would swallow the bad breath. Otherwise, he will make the other party pay the price next.

Obviously, this woman has no intention of stopping, she still uses her clumsy acting skills to play the image of a panicked woman. But it was impossible to deceive Zherelov, and without waiting for the old Hermstra's order, he aimed at the woman and opened fire.

A barrage of machine-gun bullets knocked the woman to the ground, and she died without even a chance to struggle.

"Bastard, what are you doing?" Old Hemsstra is on fire.

But Zherelov replied coldly: "I am fighting, I am saving my comrades!" ”

Faced with such an answer, the old man could only sigh, he couldn't say anything.

When Zherelov made a start, the next thing was logical, when another 'civilian' mistakenly broke into the scene of the battle, the Red Army would open fire directly, whether it was true or false, kill first.

When that didn't work, the Germans showed their last madness. Women, children, and even the elderly took up arms and began to attack the Red Army, and it was clear from their hideous expressions that they really did not like the Russians.

Zherelov later recalled: "I can understand. After all, the Allies had bombed the city the day before, and their home, their relatives and friends might have died. Naturally, they needed a target of hatred, and when the Nazis told them that we had caused all this, it was only natural that they would vent at us. ”

When asked if he would forgive these poor people, Zherelov replied: "I don't need to forgive them, there is nothing to forgive, on the battlefield either you kill me or I kill you." They are firing at us, and naturally it is our enemy, and we will not be soft on the enemy! ”

Zherelov really did not relent, he rushed and struck, whether it was a man or a woman, an old man or a child, as long as they fired, it was the enemy. He doesn't feel any guilt for killing enemies.

The battle along the way was quite brutal, the Germans were trying their best to block the attack, and the Red Army was also firing with all their might, the sound of gunfire, artillery, explosions and wails was endless, and the Red Army almost crushed all obstacles along the way.

"Attention units, we are already close to friendly forces." Old Hemstella shouted on the radio: "Pay attention to target identification, don't accidentally injure friendly soldiers!" Repeat, pay attention to target recognition, and don't accidentally injure allies! ”

This battlefield, or this ruins, was littered with corpses, some of the Red Army but more of them were Germans, and vehicles that were on fire and smoke or suddenly exploded were not uncommon. It is clear that the two armies have engaged in repeated tug-of-war and entanglement.

After advancing a few dozen meters, old Hemsstra finally saw the first living man, a sergeant covered in blood and dirty was hiding in the crater to tie up his wounds, according to him, his platoon had been beaten, he was the last living man in the platoon. However, he said calmly: "We blocked the enemy and completed the mission. Comrades, please hurry up, the second platoon two hundred meters ahead is under the onslaught of the enemy, and they need you even more! ”

With that, the sergeant continued to tie up the wounds, and then reloaded the machine gun with a chain, seeing that he meant to continue to hold the position.

"Leave a class to assist...... Assist him in holding his ground. "Old Hemsstra is coming to tears, what a lovely and valiant warrior!

The situation at the front was really grim, about a company of the enemy was besieging a squad of fighters, needless to say the second platoon, and it was clear that they were also almost wiped out. When No. 888 arrived at the scene and blasted the Germans away with heavy fire, the fighters of this squad let out a cheer.

"Comrade, you came too soon!" The squad leader of the class said emotionally, "If you come a little later, we can only be collectively heroic!" ”

"What's up ahead?" Old Hemstella asked.

"The situation is not good, the company commander they are stationed in the department store, only the reinforced concrete structure of the building can withstand the armored forces of the Germans, our siege assault gun was destroyed, a damn German **** with an explosives bag...... You must be careful not to spare your hands on the Germans and kill them all! ”

Taking a breath, the squad leader continued: "You also have to pay attention to the enemy's tanks, the enemy has the Tiger King, and the super heavy tank with larger armor and more firepower. ”

Bidding farewell to the heroic squad leader, the elder Hemsstra continued on the road with three T-54s, and according to his orders, the three cars pulled a certain distance and slowly advanced. Turning the corner into an open square, old Hemstella saw the so-called department store, a seven-story building that had been shattered to pieces, the top floor had been blown down by British and American bombers, and the falling rubble had flattened a tram in half.

Not a single wall or window in the entire building is intact, and all the walls are riddled with bullet holes that look like honeycombs. Faintly visible figures in these honeycombs were moving, and every now and then a black hole would stick out of a hole and fire violently, and then immediately a stream of bullets would shoot there. The worst-case scenario is shelling, the German artillery can collapse the entire wall, and if you are unfortunate enough not to have time to transfer, you will surely die.

"Pay attention to the German artillery and find out the direction of the shot, most likely the enemy's tank!" Old Hemsstra reminded the two T-54s in the back, and then instructed Zherelov to fire at the approaching German infantry, "press them back!" Be careful, don't stay in one location for too long! ”

Yes, the power of German tank guns is amazing, especially those 128-mm "giant guns", which can easily open the T-54. The combat sappers in the department store soon also radioed a warning: "Don't go to the open street, there is a super heavy tank on the other side of the street, it is very firepower!" ”

As if to interpret the words that the fire was fierce, there was a loud bang on the radio, followed by the sound of falling rubble, and then a voice shouting: "That miscellaneous has found us, withdraw, quickly!" ”

A cacophony of footsteps was followed by a violent explosion on the radio, and the elder Hemstra watched as a cannonball flew through the building, knocking down the walls of another building across the street...... (To be continued.) )