lcionline Chapter 707 Final Operation: We Don't Need Prisoners
Chapter 707 Final Operation: We Don't Need Prisoners
Following the order from Division Commander Ike, the two armored grenadier regiments of the Totenkopf Division roared like two enraged beasts and rushed towards the Fuso trench position that had stubbornly blocked them before. At this moment, the once indestructible defense line had become a devastated and fragmented ruin after the ruthless bombing of the goblet bombs.
The smoke had not yet dissipated, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and burnt earth. The soil on both sides of the trench was lifted up by the huge explosion force, forming a series of uneven earth ridges, as if it was the angry brushstrokes of nature, wantonly swaying on this land.
Inside the trench, the originally carefully constructed fortifications were blown to pieces, and the wreckage of concrete buildings was scattered everywhere, mixed with twisted and deformed weapons and equipment, forming a tragic picture of war.
In this trench position ravaged by war, most of the surviving Fuso soldiers were seriously injured, ragged, with blood and dust on their faces, and their eyes had lost their former spirit, replaced by deep despair and fear. They sat or lay in the ruins, with blood oozing from their wounds, mixing with the surrounding soil, forming a shocking picture.
Although a few determined soldiers still tried to resist with their wounded bodies, their movements were slow and weak, and the weapons in their hands were broken by repeated shooting. Their resistance was like a weak candle, which was quickly extinguished under the powerful offensive of the Armored Grenadiers of the SS Division.
Most of the Fuso soldiers gave up resistance completely. When they saw the soldiers of the Death's Head Division approaching step by step, the last glimmer of hope in their hearts was shattered. They put down their weapons one after another, crying and shouting to surrender, their voices full of helplessness and despair. These soldiers supported each other or staggered forward alone, walking towards the soldiers of the Death's Head Division, their eyes full of fear of the unknown and desire for survival.
In the trench, the sporadic gunfire lasted less than 20 minutes before it completely subsided. The once fierce gunfire, explosions, and shouts had all faded away, leaving only a deathly silence and a mess on the ground. A large number of Fuso remnants were gathered together by the SKELETON DIGGER soldiers. They formed a circle, their eyes full of fear, looking at the SKELETON DIGGER soldiers in front of them, who were wearing black uniforms, had sharp eyes, and were full of murderous intent. They might be praying silently in their hearts, hoping to get a little mercy and forgiveness.
The situation was even more miserable in the huge underground fortifications dug next to the trenches. There, countless Fuso soldiers were completely buried alive under the bombardment. They may have struggled and called for help in the darkness, but in the end they could not escape the cruel fate. The entrance of the fortifications was blocked by huge stones and soil, and the faint cries for help from inside gradually disappeared. The smoke and bloody smell in the air made people sick.
As the fighting gradually subsided, the commanders of the two armored grenadier regiments, Colonel "Iron Fist" of the first regiment and Colonel "Storm" of the second regiment, respectively reported the latest situation on the battlefield to Commander Eike at the SS Division headquarters via encrypted radio channels.
"Captain Ike, this is Colonel Iron Fist of the 1st Panzergrenadier Regiment. We have completely taken control of the trench positions and the enemy resistance has been basically eliminated. After a preliminary count, we have captured about 900 enemy soldiers. The situation on the battlefield has stabilized."
Then, Colonel Storm of the 2nd Regiment also sent a message: "Division Commander Eicke, the 2nd Panzer Grenadiers Regiment reports that we have blocked all retreat routes to ensure that no enemy troops escape. We have captured about 800 enemy troops, and together with the 1st Regiment, the total number is about 1,700. Please instruct the next action."
Division Commander Ike sat in the command room of the base camp, in front of him were flashing battle maps and constantly updated battle reports. He was silent for a moment, with a flash of determination in his eyes. Then, he picked up the communicator and said in a cold and firm voice: "Commanders of the First and Second Regiments, I am Ike. In view of the current battle situation and our strategic considerations, I have decided that the SKULL Division will not accept any prisoners. Execute the order of execution on the spot immediately to ensure that there is no future trouble. This is war, and we must show absolute coldness and ruthlessness to the enemy."
Colonel "Iron Fist" and Colonel "Storm" knew very well that under the cruel laws of war, any hesitation and mercy were luxuries.
"Yes, Commander Eicke. The 1st Panzer Grenadiers understand and will execute the order immediately."
"The 2nd Panzergrenadiers also understand and will act immediately."
Following the two commanders' answers, the soldiers of the Death's Head Division began to execute this cold and ruthless order. The captives were dragged out of the ruins, their eyes filled with fear and despair, but facing the fully armed soldiers of the Death's Head Division, they were powerless to resist. The sound of gunfire and crying rang out again on this battlefield that was once filled with smoke, but this time, they became the best footnote to the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.
Under the cold command of Division Commander Ike, the soldiers of the Totenkopf Division began to execute the prisoners. This scene was as tragic as hell, with the air filled with the breath of despair and death.
The captured Fuso soldiers were already exhausted physically and mentally, and now they were terrified to the extreme. They were roughly pulled up from the ground, their hands were tied behind their backs, and their eyes were full of fear and helplessness. As the sound of gunfire gradually approached, cries for mercy came one after another, heartbreaking.
"Please let me go! I have a wife and children at home, they are waiting for me to come back!" A middle-aged soldier knelt on the ground, crying, but his plea was only met with the cold gaze of the SKULL DIVINE soldiers.
"I don't want to die! I'm just an ordinary person, why do I have to endure such pain?" A young soldier almost collapsed, his tears and snot mixed together and dripped into the dust, but his life was about to disappear like these dripping tears.
What's worse, some soldiers completely lost control in extreme fear, their urination was incontinent, their crotches were soaked, but they were still ruthlessly pushed to the brink of death. Such a scene made the onlookers feel cold.
"Don't... don't shoot, please..." Such cries of pleas for mercy continued to ring out, but the soldiers of the SS Division carried out their tasks like machines, without any hesitation or mercy. The sound of gunfire continued, and every fallen figure was a testimony to the cruelty and ruthlessness of this war.
Under the ruthless execution of the SS soldiers,
The captives either stared with their eyes wide open in fear or closed them tightly, waiting for that moment to come. Their bodies trembled in the sound of gunfire, but eventually they fell silent in a pool of blood. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which blended with the surrounding scorched earth and ruins, forming a chilling picture.
After the executions were completed, the soldiers of the Death's Head Division quickly and orderly began to clean up the scene. They gathered the bodies of the executed prisoners together and piled them into horrifying piles. Then, the soldiers lit the cloth soaked in fuel and threw it at the bodies. The flames spread quickly, engulfing everything in the raging fire.
Under the light of the fire, the figures of the Skeleton Division soldiers looked even more grim and terrifying. There was no mercy or hesitation in their eyes. In this land devastated by war, they became the true executors of death.
The officer in charge of executing the prisoners picked up the communicator and reported to his superiors after completing the task: "Sir, all prisoners have been executed according to the order and burned on the spot. The scene has been cleaned up and we are waiting for the next instructions." His voice was calm and firm, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him. Under the cruel rules of war, he was just an executor, a war machine that had to obey orders and complete the task.