Chapter 46: War Knows No Bounds

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  Bergman climbed to the top of the building, turned his head and looked at the continuous gunfire and grenade explosions downstairs, without a single expression on his face. Just now he had left two people on the first floor, and also left two people in the corridor, estimated that they could not hold out for too much longer. Bergman said to the relatively weak-looking German soldier beside him: "Dellin, are you afraid?"

  "There's nothing to be afraid of. Once you're dead, you won't know what fear is!" A row of pearly white teeth appeared on Delin's pitch-black face.

  "Great job, Deling! From your tone, you're a veteran too?"

  "Yes, from 1942 until now, I'm still miraculously alive." Deling's face was gloomy.

  "You're really lucky!" Burkman said with a smile.

  "Maybe so, are we or aren't we at this exit, and add a bit more seasoning?" Delin shook his head, clearing the jumbled emotions from his mind.

  "This is just what I thought. Come on, let's bury it and guard it from the other side! The Americans won't be able to get up!" Burkman patted Derrin on the shoulder.

  "I have another suggestion."

  "Suit yourself!"

  "I think we should carry out the officer's orders, lead this group of Americans to the ambush site and wipe them out in one go."

  Bergman thought for a moment and said, "Dellin, I know you're an old soldier! So you should be even more aware that if we beat the Americans too quickly, they will naturally chase after our butts!"

  "Maybe you're right, let's just have a good time and get it over with!" Derrin said with a smile.

  "Jones, this floor is actually devoid of Germans!" I exclaimed in amazement as we ascended another level.

  "Perhaps the Germans were short-handed!"

  "Jones, wouldn't it be more convenient to just blow the whole building down?" Although I knew that the US military's firepower was very strong, but because of these few Germans, I still felt a bit reluctant to do so.

  "Captain, this isn't your fault! With so many buildings, we can't possibly bomb them all away! Look at us since the war broke out, as soon as the Germans occupied Cherbourg, our bombers started bombing, and even now they still haven't been completely destroyed!"

  "Jones, I found that you are more and more talkative!" After a haha, I looked up at the top of the building, where only two people can climb out at the same time, and said: "It's not a good idea to climb out directly like this!"

  "Me too!" Jones said, glancing up at the single exit on the top floor.

  "Are there still key points from other places that have been suppressed on top?"

  "No, this is the highest place!"

  "Alright, it seems we have to use this method to take him down! Charlie, give me your helmet!" I reached out for Charlie's helmet and slowly raised it above the edge of the roof with a rifle, although this method may not necessarily reveal whether there were Germans on the rooftop, but trying was always good.

  A loud "crack" of gunfire sent the helmet flying off and landing on the ground with a clang.

  "Damn it, he's on top of us! Get out of here, all of you!" I exclaimed.

  Several people came up, and with a whoosh, they all retreated. As expected, the Germans fired a shot and immediately threw a hand grenade at the entrance! With a loud explosion, a lot of smoke and dust were blown up, and when the smoke cleared, Charlie hurried over to find his own helmet, without which he would be in trouble during the battle.

  The main function of the helmet is to defend against shrapnel. As for bullets, as long as they don't hit the helmet directly, there's no big problem, because the helmet is a curved surface and most bullets will ricochet off it. Additionally, the helmet has an extremely strong defensive effect against flying debris and splinters caused by explosions, so for soldiers, the helmet is like a second life.

  When Charlie picked up his own helmet, he forced a wry smile, I took it and looked at it, the helmet had been pierced by a bullet.

  "He's just close to us!" I pointed to the top of my head and said.

  "Throw a grenade and blow him up!" Charlie gritted his teeth and said.

  "We can't get him!" Jones shook his head and said.

  "What's going on? We can't just let him trap us here alone!" Conway said, getting anxious.

  "Charlie, Conway, bring over that dead German!"

  "What do you want to do, sir?"

  "Stop talking nonsense and go quickly!"

  Charlie and Conway hastily dragged the German's corpse from the end of the corridor, dumping it to the ground with a casual flick.

  "This is terrible, he's dead!" Jones exclaimed.

  "You don't know, this guy is dead weight! I also don't know what use the officer has for bringing him here!" Conway said with a wipe of his sweat.

  "Strip him naked and throw him up there!"

  Everyone was staring at me with wide eyes and reluctant to move for this order of mine.

  "What are you still dazing about? Hurry up! If not, I'll have you climb up here!"

  "Captain, what are you doing?" Jones asked me in a low voice.

  "Enrage the Germans above! We'll have a chance then, otherwise we won't be able to get up there at all!"

  The bodies of the German soldiers were soon stripped clean, lying naked, with half their skulls torn off, exposing snowy white brain matter, and bulging eyeballs that seemed to be staring at their own demise in disbelief.

  "War has no humanity!" I comforted myself silently, then suddenly raised my head and said: "Send him out!"

  Several people hastily pushed the stripped German soldier out, and I suddenly found that everyone's gaze at me had become inappropriate. It wasn't until later that I learned that from this day on, the soldiers gave me a nickname - "Evil Stick"! An evil stick that even uses dead bodies!

  "What is it?" Deling stared unblinkingly at the corpse that had been pushed out.

  "That's our man!" Burkman exclaimed with a pale face.

  Dellin took a closer look and recognized the corpse, disbelievingly exclaiming: "It's Sandy Firth! Good God, you bastards, how could you do this to him!"

  "They're a bunch of mongrels!" Burkman growled, his teeth clenched. "You cover me, I'll go drag him to one side, he's over there, and will cover this pack of bastards!"

  In fact, Bergman didn't want the German soldiers who had died to be humiliated and left lying there, so he made such a bold move. My intention was actually very simple: the entrance would definitely have been cleared out, and if we poked our heads out, we would have been easily shot dead by the Germans. As for stripping the German corpses of their clothes, it wasn't that I'm perverted; rather, I wanted to make the Germans hesitate when they opened fire on us. After all, being stripped naked is already a huge humiliation, and if they were to shoot at us again, it would be even more unbearable psychologically. If I were in their shoes, I too would find it hard to open fire on this corpse. Although in war, both sides use corpses as shields to block the enemy's bullets, but being stripped naked is different from being attacked while wearing clothes - it's a kind of humiliation. Being stripped by the enemy and then attacked by one's own people is an even greater humiliation, because no one wants to receive such treatment after they die.

  "Be careful!"

  "Don't worry, just open fire as soon as they show their heads!" Burkman said.

  "Damn it, it's so heavy!" Burkman crawled to one side of the corpse and reached out to pull it open, but after pulling for a while without any movement, he realized that this was not a good way to drag it open.

  "Give me a hand grenade!" I said.

  He grasped the pineapple-like hand grenade, estimated the time, immediately pulled the ring, counted three seconds silently, and then threw it into the air towards the rooftop. This delayed action was absolutely very dangerous, if not done properly, not only would it fail to hit the opponent, but on the contrary, it would blow himself up into a bloody pulp. However, this way, when the grenade exploded in mid-air, the fragments would cause more damage and kill over a larger area.

  "Give me another one!"

  After throwing two in a row like this, when I was about to climb out by stepping on the ladder, Jones grabbed me and said, "I'll do it!"

  I didn't say anything, Jones carefully climbed up a few more steps, almost reaching the exit. He took off his helmet and quietly raised it to one side, this time without drawing any reaction from the Germans.

  "Jones, don't move! I'll give you a mirror!" I patted my pocket. Since the day of the landing, my pocket had always carried chewing gum and a small mirror for use in battle.

  This time, Jones used the reflection principle of the mirror to look outwards and was much safer. On one side of the shiny German corpse blocking the entrance, a bloodied German lay there. Jones carefully looked out again for a while before turning to me with a delighted face: "Sir, this trick is really vicious! Killed one! Didn't find anyone else!"

  "No, there must be more of them. Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to come over and drag the corpse!" I didn't have even a hint of emotion towards this praise. "He's definitely hiding somewhere waiting for an opportunity to ambush us. Jones, get down here! Let me take a look!"

  When I took over Jones' position and observed with a mirror, I didn't find any problems, so I tried to expose my head slightly.

  "Look out, Lieutenant!" Jones yelled from below me. I ducked my head instinctively to talk to him and felt as if a stone had been dropped on top of it - the bullet was deflected by the curved surface of my helmet with a loud clang.

  "Damn it!" The previous attack scared the hell out of me! If Jones hadn't been talking to himself downstairs, I'd have been a goner for sure. "There's another sniper!"

  The stripped corpse of the German lay just inside the entrance to the dugout. I crouched down and pressed my head against the ground, letting the corpse cover me, and stuck my rifle out to sweep in the direction where the sniper was hiding. "Come on up with another one!"

  Jones grabbed a Thompson submachine gun and scrambled up, taking cover behind the body of the German just like I did.

  "Captain, how's this? This corpse won't stop bullets!"

  "God knows! Make use of it if you can! He's at two o'clock, suppress him, I need a grenade!" The fight didn't give me time to say anything else to Jones.