Chapter 767: German-Soviet War (81)

Gulp, a stun grenade rolled into the corridor outside.

The Soviet soldiers who rushed over after hearing the sound had no time to stop their feet. With a loud bang, everyone was blinded by the dazzling strong light and their eyes were covered with white. The deafening noise pierced their eardrums.

They felt a burst of pain in their bodies, and the vitality in their bodies was rapidly fading. The whole person fell down powerlessly, and the white in front of their eyes was gradually replaced by darkness.

The German platoon leader who rushed out of the room gave an order. "Squad One, follow me to clear the left, squad two to clear the right, and squad three to stay behind to cover!" They couldn't remember how many buildings like this they had cleared, so they naturally had rich experience in how to fight for buildings. Only by knowing how to fight can you save your life and avoid being killed by the enemy.

The soldiers took turns to cover and advance forward, and suddenly three Soviet soldiers holding Mosin-Nagant rifles rushed out of the room in front.

Tut! Tut! Tut! !

Before they could aim their Mosin-Nagant rifles, the three were shot into sieves by the German automatic weapons. A German soldier took off the grenade on his chest and threw it into the room. "Grenade!!" A sharp shout suddenly came from the room, accompanied by a deafening explosion, and the familiar and choking smell of gunpowder gushed out, leaving only painful groans in the room.

Tut tut tut!

The German soldier fired at the room and used up a magazine. When he unloaded the magazine, the room was dead silent.

The German army advanced forward along the corridor, room by room. Some Soviet soldiers rushed out and were shot dead, and some stretched out their weapons from the door to stop the German army from advancing inside the building. However, most Soviet soldiers holding bolt-action Mosin-Nagant rifles could not compete with the German army equipped with fully automatic firepower. Soon, the German army cleared the entire first floor, and only a few Soviet soldiers took advantage of the chaos to escape to the second floor.

"Go upstairs!"

The German army gathered at the staircase, and the Soviet soldiers upstairs took advantage of the terrain to fire at the downstairs, trying to stop the German army from going upstairs. Unfortunately, when the napalm sprayed by the German flamethrower burned up, the defense line at the staircase on the second floor collapsed instantly. The Soviet soldiers who were burned into firemen by the flames screamed in pain, rolled on the ground and ran around, and even implicated several unlucky comrades around.

Taking this opportunity, the German army quickly rushed to the second floor and started a new round of clearing.

Then it was the third floor, the fourth floor, the fifth floor, and finally advanced to the top floor, the sixth floor.

Leaning against the stairwell between the fifth and sixth floors, the German soldiers were panting heavily. After all, they were not supermen. After this fierce battle, they were already exhausted. Taking off the canteen and taking a sip, the platoon leader cheered everyone up. "Everyone, work harder. We can rest after we clear this floor. It's time to eat and drink."

Everyone cheered up and rushed to the sixth floor. Just as they were about to rush out of the stairs, dense gunfire suddenly rang out at the end of the corridor. Bullets rained down at the stairs, forcing the Germans back. "Submachine gun, maybe it's a big fish." Ordinary soldiers were equipped with Mosin-Nagant rifles, and those who used submachine guns might be the officers' guards.

Ping!

"Ouch!" Just when the platoon leader was thinking about whether he could catch the regiment commander or the division commander, a German soldier behind him suddenly screamed and sat on the ground, covering his arm.

The platoon leader was stunned. "What's going on?! How did he get shot?"

The deputy platoon leader following behind replied casually. "It should be a ricochet."

"Ricochet? This unlucky guy, where is the medic?"

"Here, here!" The medic at the end of the team squeezed over and neatly cut open the wounded man's sleeve to check the injury. Sure enough, a severely deformed bullet was embedded in his arm. The medic picked out the bullet with a knife. "Lucky, although it was a ricochet, if it had cut the carotid artery, it would have been dead." He sprinkled some sulfa powder on the wound and wrapped it with gauze for several circles.

On the battlefield of World War II, sulfa was a very effective anti-infective drug; together with plasma and penicillin, it became one of the three magic weapons to save the lives of Allied soldiers.

In 1932, Domagk, a chemist at Bayer in Germany, accidentally discovered a red dye called Prontosil, which could control streptococcal infection. Scientists at the Pasteur Institute in Paris heard about his discovery and conducted the same experiment. They found that the dye was effective not only for mice but also for humans. Scientists extracted the active part of the drug, sulfonamide, and sulfonamide drugs were officially used in clinical practice in 1935.

During World War II, each Allied soldier was issued a first aid kit hanging on the belt, which contained sulfonamide powder and bandages. Once injured, sulfonamide powder was sprinkled on the open wound to prevent infection. However, sometimes the wound is too large (especially if the blood vessels cannot be tightened due to gunshot wounds in the abdomen and neck), a lot of powder is washed away when sprinkled on, and it has no great effect. Therefore, it can generally only be used for skin injuries that do not involve large blood vessels. The mustache believed that scientific research was a Jewish thing, which made the German army not equipped with sulfonamide in the early days of the war. It was not until Heydrich was assassinated that they realized the importance of anti-infection and began to equip it.

A single submachine gun could not stop the German attack. Soon, several bullets hit the Soviet soldier who was holding the submachine gun and firing desperately. Another Soviet soldier was about to pick up the submachine gun, but was also hit by a bullet and fell down unwillingly with his body twisted.

The resistance on the sixth floor was particularly fierce, and most of them were officers holding pistols; although their courage in fighting desperately was commendable, they still could not withstand the fierce attack of the German army.

"Long live the great Soviet Union!" When the last temporary meeting room was cleared, the Soviet officer inside yelled hysterically and pulled the trigger of his pistol frantically, which seemed a little crazy, not like normal shooting at all. "This should be the big fish, stun grenade, let's catch him alive!" According to the order of the platoon leader, they threw a stun grenade inside and captured the mentally disturbed Soviet colonel.

"Colonel? His rank is not small, but this guy seems to be completely crazy." The deputy platoon leader looked at the officer with a ferocious expression and a crazy face, and muttered. "Will it be useful to capture him?"

"Who cares, maybe he will be fine in a few days. Communicator, report our position to the rear. Bowman, you take two people to hang up the flag. The others rest on the spot." They occupied this place and had to leave an anti-aircraft identification mark according to regulations to avoid being blown up by friendly bombs.

Bowman took two people to the rooftop, took out a huge national flag from his backpack, spread it in the middle of the rooftop, and pressed down the four corners with bricks. Then they hung smaller flags at the four corners of the rooftop, indicating that the place had been completely occupied by their side.