Burning Moscow

　　Many German infantrymen have surpassed the tanks and rushed to the trenches.

　　 Facing the condescending German soldiers, I pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the two soldiers who had not yet reacted were immediately hit by bullets and splashed with blood. One of the soldiers shook his body. After a few bullets were ejected from the muzzle, he turned around in a circle and fell in front of me.

　　Another soldier with a rifle appeared in front of me. I pulled the trigger again but found that it was empty. Only then did I remember that I was not using my own Bobosha submachine gun, but an ordinary PPD-40 submachine gun. There were only 25 bullets in the magazine of this gun. The young soldier consumed a few bullets when he killed the division chief of staff, and I also emptied the remaining bullets in one fell swoop.

　　 Say it's too late, then it's fast, just as I was stunned, the German soldier had already jumped down from above with a bayonet in his hand. Watching the bayonet come straight to my chest, I hurriedly flashed to the side, but still slowed for a while, only felt a strong force pushing me backward, my body slammed against the back wall of the trench, my left shoulder First I felt hot, and then there was a heart-piercing pain. I lowered my head to see that the bayonet had already penetrated into my left shoulder. Coupled with the huge inertia of the German soldiers when they jumped down from a height, the bayonet pierced from behind their shoulders, and the ground nailed me to the soil wall of the trenches.

　　 I screamed in pain and almost fainted. His left hand could no longer move, and the blood flowing out stained his shoulders red. I quickly threw away the submachine gun with no bullets in my right hand, and firmly grasped the barrel of the rifle to prevent the opponent from drawing the gun out. Because I know clearly that if he pulls out the gun and stabbing me a few more times, I will be dead.

　　 The German soldier saw my attempt and drew his gun vigorously. Although I squeezed the barrel of the gun desperately, the bayonet was pulled out of my shoulder little by little because of the disparity in strength between each other.

　　 "Bang!" Just when I couldn't support it, a sharp gunshot sounded in my ear, and a bright line swiftly penetrated the soldier's left temple, and dragged the blood foam from the right temple to drill out obliquely. The soldier's hideous expression instantly solidified, and he stopped for a few seconds before slowly falling back under my astonished gaze.

　　 I looked back, and it was the captain who saved my life. He smiled at me, then turned around to deal with the other enemies who rushed up. In the previous fight, the bayonet had been pulled out of my shoulder. I took a cautious step forward. I was about to pull the bayonet out of my body, but saw another German rushing towards me. I quickly let go of my hand, ignoring the pain of the wound caused by the rifle falling on the trench, drew out the pistol, and fired two shots at the German soldier "pop!" The German soldier first took a halt, then knelt on the ground, leaped forward, and lay motionless on the snow. The submachine gun in his hand was just right where I could reach.

　　 I was overjoyed in my heart, and I quickly placed the pistol on the edge of the trench, grabbed the submachine gun, raised the muzzle, and pulled the trigger at the people moving above the trench. The Germans were in close combat with ours. Most of them hadn’t rushed into the trenches. Facing the dense German queues, I almost didn’t need to aim. Once I pulled the trigger, the fan-shaped bullets knocked down several unlucky ones. German soldiers.

　　 As soon as I finished shooting the bullet in the magazine, I heard the sound of cannonballs and the sharp whistling of cannonballs, and I couldn't help cursing inwardly: These Germans are crazy, and the two armies dared to fire artillery in a melee. Isn't it afraid of accidentally hurting their own people?

　　 However, to my surprise, a puddle of mud suddenly burst from the side of the German tank in front of the trench, and then there was an explosion. The explosion calmed the battlefield. Whether it was the German army outside the trenches or the Soviet army in the trenches, everyone involuntarily stopped and looked in one direction.

　　 When I was curious, I turned my head and looked behind me. The forest heard a low rumbling sound from a metal object. A few seconds later, a thick cannon barrel emerged from the gap in the forest. After another two or three seconds, a complete tank appeared. In front of everyone.

　　 I shook my head and blinked vigorously before I recognized this tank. It turned out to be a KV-2 heavy tank. I only looked at the pictures before, but I didn't expect to see the real thing now.

　　 The tank did not stop after driving out of the forest, but continued to drive forward slowly. We didn't drive far, and saw a white smoke from the muzzle, and our tank fired again.

　　 This time the shells roared over my head and hit a German tank accurately. After an earth-shattering explosion, a flame burst through the tank. The German infantry soldiers who had rushed to the trenches hurriedly squatted on the ground so as not to be accidentally injured by the flying shrapnel.

　　 The German reaction was quite fast, and several tanks fired back immediately. Several shells exploded around the heavy tank, blasting up puddles of mud. Our tanks did not fight back, but continued to move forward. Within a few steps, he was hit by a German shell, and the entire body was enveloped in smoke.

"Oh!" I couldn't help but yell when I saw that our army's tank was shot. I thought that this heavy tank could achieve greater results, but I didn't expect that it would be killed by the Germans after just two shots. What a pity!

　　 Seeing that their tank had destroyed the target, the German infantrymen lying on the ground couldn't help cheering, and got up one after another, ready to attack our army's position again.

　　 Just then, something unexpected happened. The smoke cleared, and the heavy tank that had just been hit was still moving forward. The German tank fired again. This time the shooting accuracy was much higher than before. At least three or more shells hit the target, and the heavy tank stopped.

　　 But when the gunpowder dissipated, the heavy tank restarted, and in front of the dumbfounded German soldiers, he unceremoniously fired a shot. The roaring heavy artillery shells directly knocked off the turret of a tank.

　　 "Ula!" Seeing the wonderful performance of our army's heavy tanks, cheers suddenly sounded from the position. On the contrary, the German soldiers who had just gotten up were scared to the ground again.

Many tanks were driven out in the forest continuously, but this time no heavy tanks were seen again. They were all T-26 and T-34. They launched a battle formation behind the heavy tanks, facing the trenches. He drove over in a mighty manner.

　　 The German tanks retreated, and the infantrymen who were lying on the ground also got up, and the weapons in their flat hands fluttered back. The scene just now has probably frightened them. A single tank was able to get a few shells unscathed. Now there are so many undamaged tanks coming out. How can this battle be fought? So they can only choose to retreat.

　　 Before the Germans retreated to the trench they occupied, our tanks had already crossed the trench and rushed forward.

　　 "Wula! Wula!" There was a tsunami-like shout from behind, I couldn't help but look back again. What rushed out of the forest this time was a group of cavalry wearing black cloaks. They waved their sharp sabers in their hands, like an irresistible torrent, and rushed toward the retreating German army.

"A cavalry charge again?!" Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but frown. Only an hour ago, our army had a cavalry unit wiped out. Their bones were not cold, so why did someone engage in cavalry charge again? ?

　　 But what happened next seemed not as bad as I thought. Amidst the fire and explosions, the German tanks fired artillery while covering the infantry and slowly retreated. Our army took that heavy tank as the lead, and the next 20 or so tanks lined up in a battle formation, fiercely pressing on the enemy's tanks.

　　 The German army still regarded our heavy tanks as the key targets of attack. Not only the tanks, but even the 88mm anti-aircraft guns that were just dragged to the trenches and erected, all aimed at it and fired. After a series of cannons and explosions, the heavy tank that was hit many times still drove forward casually. As soon as its shells were out of the chamber, there would always be a German tank or armored vehicle hitting fire or exploding, and even one. The tank was knocked over by it, only to see the tracks facing the air still turning.

　　Our army's tanks stopped in front of the bodies of the fallen cavalry soldiers. They couldn't bear to crush the bodies of these sacrificed comrades. UU read www.uukanshu. Com's forward assault task was given to the cavalry who followed immediately, and they were responsible for providing the necessary fire support with tank guns and machine guns.

　　 The cavalry surpassed the tank formation and inevitably stepped into the pile of corpses when they assaulted forward. Hearing the strange sound made by horseshoe stepping in the blood plasma and rotten meat, my heart was bleeding, and the commander was incompetent to kill the three armies! The more than one thousand cavalry soldiers who died just now were really worthless.

　　 Faced with the charge of the cavalry, the Germans also fought desperately. Amid the sound of the explosion, fires were everywhere, and masses of mud entrained in snow sprayed into the sky. In the thick smoke, cavalry companies and horses hit by shrapnel or bullets continued to fall to the ground. But the torrent of charging did not stop at all. Even if a frightened horse deviated from the charging direction, the soldiers on the horse tried their best to immediately adjust it to the right direction. The cavalry rushing into the advancement queue flew up and down with sabers, and one German soldier after another was chopped to the ground.

　　Under the cover of tank fire, the cavalry gradually gained the upper hand, and the scale of victory began to tilt towards us.

　　 "Comrade Commander!" Suddenly someone yelled in my ear, shocking me who didn't seem to be prepared. Turning to see, it turned out that it was the captain just now, and behind him was a male hygienist carrying a medicine box. Seeing me paying attention to him, he continued: "I'll help you pull out the bayonet! Okay?" Hearing what he said, I remembered that I still had a rifle with a bayonet stuck on my shoulder. Head, motioned him to do it quickly.

Seeing the captain and the hygienist carefully separating the rifle and the bayonet, my nervous nerves just became loose. Then the severe pain in my shoulder made my consciousness more and more blurred. Gradually, I just didn’t know if I didn’t know. Feeling lost consciousness.