Burning Moscow

　　 Seeing Diomi leading the soldiers rushing upwards shouting, I was not angry. I wanted to enter the village quietly, not to shoot. But you're good, you start yelling as soon as you charge, fearing that you won't be able to startle the enemy. There was a good sneak attack, but you turned it into a storm. But now it's done, and if I don't want to alarm the enemy, I am alarmed. I can only follow behind and bite the bullet and charge up, silently praying in my heart that I can occupy the position before the Germans react.

　　 Although the **** on the south side of the hillside is gentle, it is not easy to run for my current physique. When I ran to the top of the **** out of breath, the battle was almost over. The number of German machine gunners was small, and we were caught off guard. Even if we wanted to resist, they were stabbed with bayonets before they had time to turn their guns.

　　 I bent over, slid my rifle on the ground as a cane, panting heavily. After breathing for a while, I immediately ordered Sergeant Gerasimenko who was standing next to me: "Sergeant, you immediately send someone to the division to report that we have begun an attack on the German positions. Please send troops to the division immediately. Go out and join us inside and out."

　　 "Comrade Major, don't have to be so troublesome, I can inform them with a semaphore." Sergeant Gerasimenko said, pulling out the signal flag on the belt of his waist and looking for a higher position to wave it.

　　 Not only sending people to report, but also using flags to signal, it’s actually a bit redundant. It is estimated that from the beginning of our departure, Colonel Anchufeev sent someone to observe the movement on the ground. Maybe as soon as we rushed to the top of the slope, the colonel got information from the observation post and gave the order for the troops to attack.

　　 The movement of the Seventh Company’s offensive just now was so loud that it not only alarmed our troops, but also awakened the Germans stationed on the hillside. Almost at the same time we wiped out the Germans on the hillside, dozens of German infantry with rifles and submachine guns rushed up.

　　 The soldiers of the Seventh Company near the hillside raised their rifles, and fired at the German soldiers who rushed over. The German soldiers in the front row, as if being pushed violently by someone, crashed several times, and then rolled down the slope. The German soldiers in the back row immediately reacted, raising their guns and starting to shoot at each other.

　　 In such a sudden encounter, neither side thought of using the terrain to hide, and subconsciously pulled the trigger, trying to overwhelm the other with firepower! The two sides started shooting frantically at the distance almost face-to-face! In the match, the two sides are in the formation. Someone kept falling down without humming.

　　 Until the two sides burnt out the bullets in the barrel, they did not reload, and there was no time to reload, they rushed up with their bayonet-mounted rifles, and launched a **** hand-to-hand battle.

　　 The German army has always paid attention to the speed of infantry shooting and the continuous firepower on the battlefield. Only in individual situations such as street fighting or trench assault, soldiers use grenades, daggers, and engineering shovel for hand-to-hand combat. And every soldier in the Seventh Company has been under the guidance of Hojo Tanao. After his devilish training, the soldiers can't improve their stabbing skills. At this moment, it is handy to fight a hand-to-hand fight. The German army's stabbing skills were inferior to the Soviet army. At this moment, they encountered soldiers trained by Japanese instructors. They were even more disadvantaged. It often takes three or four German soldiers to fall before a soldier of the seventh company falls in a pool of blood.

　　 Captain Diomi stabbed a tall German soldier with a rifle. Unexpectedly, the guy escaped a fatal knife as soon as he stepped away. He held the engineer shovel in both hands and slammed it down at Diomi. Diomei fought hard and the bayonet was bent by the shovel. At this moment, a blood flower burst out of his ribs, which was hit by a stray bullet coming from somewhere. His body shook and almost fell. Seeing an opportunity, the German soldier picked up the engineer shovel and smashed it down. Seeing that Diomi was at stake, I quickly picked up my rifle and aimed at the German soldier.

　　 There was a gunshot, and the German soldier was shot in the head and fell on his back. I looked at the gun in my hand in surprise, and said I hadn't fired yet. Why did this German devil hang up? Turning to see, Sergeant Gerasimenko was squatting halfway next to me, pulling the bolt, and an ejected cartridge took out the magazine with white smoke. It turned out that he had fired the gun. After killing the devil, he turned his gun to find a new target.

　　 Seeing that the enemy in front of him fell down, Diomi couldn't hold on anymore, and sat down, and Michelin, the guide who had just defeated a German soldier next to him, hurried over and helped him up and retreat.

Although our people have the upper hand in the stabbing, in the previous confrontation, the Seventh Company suffered more than 30 casualties, and the stabbing fell more than a dozen. Now there are more than forty fighters still fighting. bayonet. And the Germans on the slopes are still pouring in continuously, and the number far exceeds us. If we continue to fight, we will suffer in the end.

I saw a heavy machine gun bunker not far from the front. I quickly turned my head and shouted to the guard behind me: "Go help the guide to bring Captain Diomi back." Then I rushed over and jumped directly in. That bunker. As soon as he landed, he stepped on a pile of smooth stuff, his footing was unstable, and he immediately fell on his four feet.

　　 I touched my sore back and sat up. I looked down. The bunker was covered with a thick layer of bullet holes. From this, I can imagine how many bullets the heavy machine gun hit just now. I saw the heavy machine gun in front of me, although the safety was closed, but the bullet chain was hanging from the gunshot, so I could shoot at any time. He quickly turned the muzzle over, opened the safety, and pulled the trigger at the German soldiers who were rushing up the hillside.

A tongue of fire spurted out of the muzzle. For a time, the sound of the gun was deafening, the shells splashed, and the bullets hit the soil on the hillside like a pot and raised Lao Gao. Several German soldiers who were shot were instantly beaten to blood. After falling to the ground, Gululu rolled down the slope.

　　 One of the bullet chains was shot up. I lowered my head and wanted to find a new bullet chain in the bunker to replace it. At this moment, I only heard a local sound of the helmet, and at the same time I felt a huge force hit the head, and the head instantly leaned back like being hit by a heavy hammer, causing the body to fly backwards. Hit the earth wall of the bunker hard.

　　 My mind went blank, only a strange thought suddenly came up: "Did I get a headshot?!"

　　 "Comrade Major, what's the matter with you?" There seemed to be someone squatting beside him, shouting loudly in my ear.

　　 My mind is still blank, my eyes are blankly looking at the people around me, and my mouth is opened, but I can't speak. When the other party saw me staring and not talking, they usually grabbed my arms and shook them vigorously while continuing to shout loudly, "Comrade Major! Comrade Major! What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

After a while, I came back to my senses, and instinctively reached out to touch the position of the shot above my head. I felt a hole on the front of the helmet. I flicked around the front, back, left and right of the helmet, and found that there was a hole in the back. It is estimated that it was pierced by a bullet. Fortunately, I put my hair in a bun and put the helmet up a little bit high, otherwise I would have really been headshot just now.

　　 I sat up upright in fear, and shook my head vigorously, only to see that Lieutenant Ugarde was squatting in front of me. I grabbed his collar and asked loudly, "Lieutenant, why are you here?"

　　 "Report to the major that we have been ordered to reinforce. Not only our company, but the whole regiment has come up. The battle on the hillside has ended, and the troops are clearing out the remnant enemies in the woods."

"The whole regiment is here? Where are the regiment leader and political commissar?" As I said, I wanted to stand up while holding on to the earth wall. As soon as I stood up straight, my body felt like the sky was spinning, and my **** fell back on the pile of bullet shells, and my chest felt sick. Can't help but vomit. Fortunately, there are not many foods. I digested almost the same in the action just now. I vomited for a long time without vomiting up~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Lieutenant Ugarde patted me on the back while comforting and said, "Don't move! Don't move! Comrade Major, the battle is over. You can sit here and rest for a while."

　　 "I shook my head vigorously again, feeling a little better, and immediately told Ugarde: It's okay! I'm okay! Comrade Lieutenant, you immediately organize personnel to clean the battlefield and beware of the German counterattack."

　　 "Comrade Commander, Major Oshanina is here." Ugarde did not answer me, but stood up and shouted in the distance.

After a while, Lieutenant Colonel Habi also jumped into the bunker, saw my embarrassment, and asked me with concern: "Major Oshanina, are you okay?" As he squatted down and patted my shoulder, he continued. "I will arrange for manual cleaning of the battlefield. You can do it here and rest first." After that, he stood up and said to Ugarde: "Comrade Lieutenant, you take your people to clean the battlefield. The task of searching for the remnant enemy will be given to one. Battalion and second battalion."

　　 After the two left in tandem, I stood up from the bunker, supported the earth wall to stand firm, and looked down the hillside. The ground covered with the remains of our soldiers in front of the position has turned into purple and black blood, and the soldiers on both sides of the front and the corpses have almost been beaten into a pile of mixed rotten flesh and limbs. If we hadn't succeeded in the sneak attack, we still don't know how much to pay in front of this position.

　　 "Major Oshanina," I looked in the direction of the voice, and found that it was Colonel Anchufeev who had spoken. He had gone up the hillside from nowhere, and was standing not far in front of me. He nodded approvingly at me, and said, "Good job! Major Oshanina. You have a good rest, maybe you will be required to attack the second line of defense later!"