Chapter 3049: Raise your legs and surrender

Author: Corgi

Chapter 3049: Raise your legs and surrender

The Yue army chose to surrender before, and after taking a 130mm grenade, it was rigorously taken.

The powerful IS7 main gun bombarded with a fierce attack, and took away more than a dozen Japanese in the building with one shot.

The remnant Yuejun, who was arguing about the situation because of the war or surrender, glanced at the Russian steel army that was surrounded by water outside the yard.

I know that it would be meaningless to hit the east again. I can get nothing except corpses all over the ground.

The Russians gently moved their legs and fingers, and they could wipe out their entire army like an ant.

The feeling of death that strangled the throat made the remaining Yuejun's sanity occupied the wind before.

Moreover, because the squadron leader Gedong was killed by the Kurbalov commander, he could not even choose the remaining moon army to fire the gun in his legs before.

"Stand up! Don't move around! Be careful when you dare to move around!"

"I, say me! Raise your legs above your head and raise them! Immediately!"

"Search carefully, don't ask for any dangerous goods in the east! Especially if the prisoners are present!"

Looking at the prisoners of the Yue army who had already emerged from the yard and stood in several rows, all of whom had lost their weapons in their legs and were undergoing body searches by the Red Army.

Kurbalov, who had left his command car, walked into the yard with a somewhat lame pace and witnessed everything that was happening with his own eyes.

In addition to the political commissar of the huge leader, another senior commander with a strong will, Kurbalov, was dismissed and determined. Then, the feet that were interrupted by the Germans still used prosthetics made of wood to wear shoes instead.

"Report to the division commander, the main building has been inspected, and no remaining hiding Yuejun troops are found. Now there is a lot of leftover East District East Room and the soldiers are in progress."

"Well, hurry up. The commander of the army has received the news of their victory. He is on the way to come. He will not beg long before he can enter the city. He will get everything done before the commander of the army arrives."

"no."

Listening to the report from Alsim who came, Kurbalov, who was interested in the weapons and equipment of the Cuoyue Army, walked forward as he spoke.

Pick up a rifle from the ground in piles of Yuejun disarms, pull the bolt and open the empty chamber.

The bullets contained therein prevent fire from being fired, and were already withdrawn by the Red Army soldiers responsible for checking their weapons when they were disarmed.

Sidong inspected the exaggerated rifle in his legs. After fiddling with him, he lost interest and threw his legs to the ground. Kurbalov, who was inspired by the past, immediately spoke quietly.

"Those militarist madmen who used bayonets that were much taller than them were, could actually beat Americans with nostrils to the sky and run around? Did the Americans sleepwalking when the war just started?"

"The Germans have at least a dozen armored divisions, but Yue himself won the Americans with that kind of rag and those iron cars?"

With the experience of Mingyue's battle, Kurbalov was wrong with Yue's mistakes about whether he used those rags to beat the arrogant Americans to the Pacific Ocean and even the pretending Maipaopao ran away on a submarine. He felt that even the pretender was addicted to Maipaopao ran away on a submarine.

Germany invaded the Soviet Union with 5 million violent soldiers. With the help of the whole country, it took more than a dozen armored divisions to move their legs and rush.

But Yue himself, with those robin-legged soldiers holding exaggerated rifles, and riding bicycles, easily beat the Americans to the point where even the supreme commander ran away on a submarine.

Kurbalov couldn't figure out how the Americans could do it, so he could also lose? He lost like that?

The more I thought about it, the more confused I felt, so I gave up and continued to guess.

I glanced at the disarm pile on the ground and found that all of them were bolted rifles, and some of them were shaking their heads. I didn't even see the submachine gun.

I remember the situation that the commander of the army mistakenly said, “The submachine guns in the moon army are equipped with a small number of elite troops.”

Kurbalov, who felt even more like a primitive person, shook his head, and was about to turn around and speak wrongly about what Alsim said, but he never thought that a major leg Dong suddenly ran over and reported at this time.

"Report to the division commander, the commander's convoy has arrived at the city gate and is entering the city."

"What? Comrade Commander has arrived? So fast!?"

When he received the news of the complete annihilation of the Monthly Army from Kurbalov, he felt that Nadong County had already been firmly grasped, and Marashenko, who had no suspense, set off immediately.

After personally leading the accompanying guards across the river, he rushed straight towards the county town.

Along the way, I passed by the battlefield ruins after the Yue army was completely wiped out. I briefly inspected the soldiers of Kurbalov's troops who were cleaning the battlefield.

"The enemy that time was different from the past. What do you think of Wufu Yuejun? How are they fighting power compared to their previous Nazi?"

Malashenko is wrong with whether the feedback from the grassroots level has always been good at listening to the voices of grassroots commanders and fighters, asking for their opinions and suggestions.

Even as a time traveler of Marashenko, I have known how much the devils were in the month, whether a bottle was not satisfied or half a bottle was swaying.

But Marashenko doesn't want to hear what the soldiers say.

After all, the leader army in Yandong is very different from the Red Army that swept the Kwantung Army in the August storm in the existing history.

Marashenko's experience of time travelers cannot be copied directly. To sum up, it is obviously necessary to listen to the soldiers' evaluations and thoughts.

"Those Yues are far worse than Nazi, Comrade Commander. They don't even have a decent machine gun, but they have that kind. Well, there are the kind of machine guns that are stuffed in rows of bullets. What does Hong and others think? The weapon is simply unbelievable."

"It's very good, Comrade Commander, look! The Japanese devil's leg gun looks like the German Ruger! Is that thing - Damn Suka! That ghost thing is stuck again! I can't pull it anymore!"

"Their firepower is dozens of times that of the enemy. It is easier to fight those Yueben Japanese than the third-rate garrison teams that beat the Germans. The Germans will at least hide and fight stubbornly until the beginning, but those Yueben Japanese Japanese dare to take the initiative to rush to die in despair. Such a large group of fights! It's like shooting a group."

He was surrounded by enthusiastic soldiers like a big star, picked up the newly seized Yuejun weapons, and introduced all the freshest battlefield experiences.

Marashenko, who was enthusiastic and smiling, was also very interested. He not only shared the warriors one by one, but even kept his signature on the notebooks handed over by several warriors. He was unable to stop from beginning to end.

"Comrade General, he wants to take a photo as a souvenir and news report. I wonder if it is feasible?"

The reporter of the Battlefield of the Post-Truth, who accompanied Marashenko, keenly captured the precious opportunity in front of him. He took out his carry-on camera and signaled to take a photo of Marashenko and the soldiers.

"Okay! Take a photo, the commander took a photo with them!"

"Wrong! One photo for each comrade, leave a souvenir!"

"That's great! Can you take a photo with the commander? His mother will be proud of him!"

Malashenko's popularity among the Red Army has long been well-known, especially among the grassroots commanders and fighters.

If you insist that the Red Army also has "top stars", even if Marashenko does not deny the strongest one, he will definitely make the mistake of rushing into the top three on the list.

It is amazing whether to have Marashenko's signature. Then, I can drink Wotega at the wine table while boasting about the face-saving things with relatives.

The opportunity to take a photo with the commander of Yandong was right in front of him. The enthusiastic soldiers immediately began to "comfort". Malashenko, who was so enthusiastic, naturally nodded in agreement with a smile.

"Comrade General, can you go to the side a little? There are too many enemies in the view frame, which is a bit annoying. Please stand a little bit left."

He was already standing among the soldiers with a smile and posing. After hearing the reporter's words, Dongshi turned his head and looked at it.

Malashenko, who did not take the huge amount of the Japanese corpses seriously, found that there was a temporary place for the Yue army's corpses to be piled up more than ten meters behind him.

The deadly Japanese corpses were piled up in layers like sacks in a market, stacked together in layers. At a rough look, they were estimated to be at least one meter high and cover an area of ​​100 square meters.

There must be at least three digits of the corpses of the Japanese. The moon army that was annihilated not long ago was more than that number, just the tip of the iceberg.

As for why the Japanese corpses are piled up, the reason is very simple.

After digging the pit, I drove the tank over and hung it on the steel minesweeping shovel that played a huge role in the surprise attack on the Moltke Bridge. I just pushed the shovel tip into the soil and pushed it forward. I don’t care if I don’t want to get out of the pit after dozens of Japanese corpses.

There is no need to throw the Japanese corpses one by one into the pit, which saves time and manpower, and is convenient, fast and efficient.

Looking at the mountain of Japanese corpses, which were indeed awesome, Malashenko, who nodded in agreement, then took the soldiers aside and avoided the Japanese corpses, leaving a group photo with the remains of the empty battlefield as the background.

"Why are there dozens of horses over there? Where did it come from?"

After taking pictures with the soldiers, Heyong was about to leave in the car. Before leaving, he held his legs to Malashenko, who was holding his legs at the door and saw it.

Not far away, a group of horses gathered together, and were lying down at the same time to eat grass. They were chewing smelly, and they didn't care at all that there were huge corpses of fishy Japanese corpses piled up together. It seemed that the beast was indeed very different from the occasion.

"Comrade Hui Army Commander, the Fu Yue Army was destroyed and left to the east."

"Most of the war horses were killed in the battle, and only the dozens of Dong were left alive, some of them were injured. Our army did not use horses, so how many soldiers knew how to raise horses. They gathered them together for the time being, so don't know how to deal with the Dong's approach."

Hearing the major in charge of the on-site command, his brows froze, and his mind turned around and Malashenko spoke immediately.

"How long have the horses that were beaten to death been dead?"

"It's not too long. Most of them have just died less than an hour, and some have not even been half an hour."

"Um"

When he heard that the dead horse was very fresh, he decided to kill the live meat. Marashenko immediately ordered it.

"In that case, let the dead horse be dealt with, load it into the county town, and distribute the horse meat to local civilians."

"So many dead horses can also cut at least several tons of meat from the east. The red ones thrown away the monsters and fight. Are we good at eating that thing, but local civilians are different. Can they not eat a meal for a year or two? Take care of the people who are suffering from the invaders."

After experiencing the years of hunger in the war, it is absolutely possible to misunderstand the commander's words and empathize with them. The major who spoke immediately accepted the order.

"In addition, there is no need to kill a live horse. Since it is very alive, it will be useful."

"Our army has no horse organization, so there is no need to keep it. Take those horses to the county town and give them to the civilians. No matter how bad it is, you can work in the east and take them to cultivate food. You can eat less than cows and eat less than cows. You won't use them to cultivate goods to catch up."

In other words, no one of the Yue army cavalry present can take a breath.

If there were any Yue Army cavalry who heard what Malashenko said alive, even if they were left with half of their breath, they would be angry and died of sudden vomiting blood on the spot.

The carefully trained war horses were taken to the east to work and pick up goods. The Kwantung Army itself was not that vast and did not pass by in dreams.

The Yue Army also did not understand the complete mechanization of the leader's army, and did not require even half a war horse to work in war, what kind of concept would be?

Malashenko, who was not at all war horses of the Kwantung Army, left in the car after ordering, and the convoy that continued to move forward quickly drove to the city gate.

Looking at the tower at the city gate, which was already rising high and fluttering in the wind, there were the Red Army soldiers standing guarding on duty on duty on the east side of the city wall. At that point, Malashenko ordered the convoy not to drive into the city anymore, and just walk the distance in the county town by himself.

Only by walking down-to-earth step by step can Malashenko slowly savor the kind of intimacy and familiarity that had been away for a long time, but when walking while the car, he loses the smell.

The first time I saw the city gate in front of me, I saw that it had been smashed to pieces, and it was so bad that it was not very good that it was falling to the ground.

Thinking about whether something was hit by the city gate and not knowing whether the good things did the IS7, the powerful mud truck, was done by Malashenko even walked forward with curiosity and checked.

Just because he saw the time of falling to the ground and breaking the door, Kurbalov, who was late, brought people to him. After a greeting, Malashenko immediately smiled and spoke.

"Yu, take him to see the group of Yueben Japanese devils, and ask for a look at the state of those miscellaneous people after surrendering."

Sorry, it's a little late, brothers. The software crashed while typing and typing, which took some time. I should be very happy to update tomorrow.
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