Steel Soviet Union

Different from the offensive German-made M24 long-handled grenade, the Soviet-made F1 fragmentation grenade is a defensive grenade with completely different design functions.

The F1 fragmentation grenade has a lower charge, only 60% of the charge of the 24 long handle grenade, but don't think that the Soviet-made F1 grenade is easy to bully just because of the insufficient charge.

This kind of grenade has complete fragmentation slots cut out around the body when it leaves the factory. Unlike the M24, which is a solid iron lump and requires an additional fragmentation sleeve to increase its power.

This kind of defensive grenade has poor lethality against fortifications, bunkers, and solid buildings, and the throwing distance is not as good as the M24 that uses the lever principle and can fly far away with just a flick of the hand. However, because of the complete and dense fragment grooves dug around the projectile, Because of this, the killing effect on infantry is very good. In this aspect alone, it is much stronger than the M24 worn in battle.

Two F1 grenades weighing more than one kilogram were thrown into the room while spinning, and bounced twice on the wall of the room. It was obvious that the throwing force was too strong, which caused this situation.

But it was precisely because of this that they bounced twice on the wall of the room, and several German soldiers fled towards the bedroom in the innermost room. Unexpectedly, the two lingering grenades were chased up behind their buttocks, and before a few German soldiers who were running away could recover, they exploded with a loud noise and a burst of fire and smoke instantly rose.

boom--

The two grenades exploded at almost the same moment, and the smoke and dust that filled the room due to the explosion shock wave immediately shot out from the door like an earth dragon.

The two Red Army submachine gunners who were waiting at the door of the room, holding their weapons tightly, rushed in through the smoke and dust. They couldn't care less, so they raised their guns and fired without seeing the target clearly. Two The dense gunshots of Bobosha's submachine guns fired at the same time immediately spread throughout the room.

"Follow me, charge forward! Hurry up!"

Two submachine gunners opened the way in front, and the Red Army soldiers behind them rushed into the room with various other guys in their hands.

The smoke and dust that gradually dissipated gradually settled, and the mutilated corpses of five German soldiers fell at the door of the bedroom. They lay motionless on the ground and looked completely cold and dead.

The Red Army soldiers ignored these useless corpses and continued to move forward. Clearing every room was the first task that must be completed.

No one knew whether there was an enemy hiding in the bedroom just a stone's throw away. It was like an enemy suddenly jumping out from behind the wall in the blind spot with a bayonet in hand and a hideous face covered in blood. , everything happened too suddenly.

"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!"

"He's on top of you, be careful of accidental injuries!"

Da da da--

A burst of fierce gunshots and loud shouts of reminders quickly stopped, coming and going as quickly as a winter wind.

The German soldier with seven or eight bullet holes in his back fell on a Red Army submachine gunner and died. The bayonet he still held tightly in his hand accurately penetrated the Red Army submachine gunner who was pinned under him. In the gunman's chest.

The scene where blood was pouring out from two or three cuts on the chest at the same time was obviously not a death on the spot with a single knife. The young submachine gunner with a sharp knife stuck in his chest but still breathing was unable to stand up. He was breathing heavily from his wide-open mouth. He was not getting much air, and he was still mumbling. A large ball of blood bubbles was pouring out like a small fountain. It looked like he was not going to live long.

"Damn Kraut!"

"Hey, look at me! Eyes wide open! Hey! Hey!!!"

"It's useless, comrade squad leader! He can't even speak. He can't be saved. We have to move on!"

The soldier, who was bleeding from the wound and mouth, could not speak a word, but his trembling right hand still reached for the lining of the coat on his chest and handed a bloody letter to his squad leader's hand. Li Bin firmly grasped the opponent's big hand.

"Tutula"

"Tula? Send this letter to Tula?! Is that so?"

The monitor's answer was no longer a spoken word, but a quiet muffled sound as his right hand, stained with blood, dropped to the ground, losing the last of its vitality.

Humans are very fragile creatures, more fragile than many predators in nature.

Mortal human beings cannot even withstand the fangs and teeth of ferocious beasts, but it is this kind of human beings who have created war machines and various weapons that can massacre any creature in nature.

Death by cold weapons was rare during World War II when thermal weapons were highly developed, but it was definitely not a rare occurrence in a century. At least the squad leader, who was holding the bloody envelope tightly in his hand, was accustomed to the sight before him. , and even feel physically and mentally numb.

There were no tears, no wailing, no shouting at the top of one's arms hugging the corpse.

Some just received the blood-stained envelope in their arms and kept it properly, then gathered their emotions and picked up the weapons in their hands again and strode forward again. The living people always have to carry the unfinished business and last wishes of their deceased comrades on their backs again. Embark on a journey.

"We have searched everything, comrade squad leader! There is no German that slipped through the net. We have searched under the bed and in the closet to make sure it is safe!"

The clearing of a room does not mean the end of the entire battle.

The squad leader replaced the drum of the Bobosha submachine gun in his hand and pushed the bullet into the gun chamber. The hateful Germans still entrenched in the remaining two floors were destined to become the targets of his anger.

"Go forward! Kill all those Fascist lackeys and follow me!"

At the stairway leading to the third floor, Captain Varosha was leading a group of accompanying soldiers in a fierce battle with the German troops who were condescendingly occupying the favorable terrain at the stairway above.

No one denies that the Germans' IQ was absolutely sufficient during the war.

In order to prevent the Soviets from throwing grenades up, these German soldiers actually built a wall with bricks at the stairwell of the third floor.

The cracks in the bricks were also specially reinforced with concrete to ensure that they could withstand the close-range explosions of ordinary grenades and would not be blown down. The entire square wall blocked the stairwell on the third floor, leaving only one door. I don’t know where it came from. The armored door panel was removed from the unfortunately scrapped armored vehicle, and two machine gun shooting holes were opened on it, and two MG34 general-purpose machine guns were poked out from the left and right.

The ferocious and continuous machine gun fire overwhelmed Captain Varosha and his party. The few grenades thrown at him had no effect except that they almost blew up the stairwell. The iron door of the armored vehicle that looked as brittle as paper still stood. It spits out tongues of fire.