My Third Empire

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As he climbed towards the rifle, he saw the comrade with blood on the anti-aircraft gun formation. The man finally wiped off the blood on his face, but found a No. 3 assault gun beside him. Drive slowly past. Several German grenadiers have found the poor man, pointing at him with various guns in his hand.

"I still have a wife and children at home! Let me go! I beg you." The Soviet artillery pleaded with wailing. No one wants to die in the icy trenches, and no one wants to end his life like this. After all, the people who look down at home are only a few, and those who hope to survive are normal people.

"What is he talking about? Does anyone here understand Russian?" A German veteran carrying an mp-44 assault rifle turned around and asked the comrades around him that he was a squad leader and was responsible for commanding the troops to cover the No. 3 assault in front. gun. This is a rare high-level equipment in the hands of their m group army, when attacking solid fortifications such as bunkers, there is this thing and there is no such thing, the difference is quite large.

"I don't know, maybe this is what he is persuading you to believe in the communist Yenyi. These Soviets are dangerous elements and their brains were burned by Stalin." A young soldier carried his Mauser 98k rifle, smiled and said to the people around him.

"Hehe. Haha." The German soldiers around laughed, and in their hearts, the young man was right. The Soviets were all burned. They were not afraid of death and played hopeless battles. There is no difference from a group of neuropathy.

The position was very wide and flat. The German bombers dropped a large number of napalm bombs and burned the entire battlefield. So this attack was not difficult for the Germans, and they did not even encounter any decent resistance. The Soviet soldiers here are almost wounded, most of them can only wait for the Germans to come, and even have the ability to fight back with weapons.

The Soviet soldier who had just fled into the trench simply closed his eyes and began to pretend to be dead. His courage had been frightened, and he couldn't resist the rebellion at all. It seems to him that he can escape such a horrible disaster as long as he is lying down like this.

"Boo!" A middle-aged German soldier picked up his g43 semi-automatic rifle and hit the head of a Soviet man sitting on the ground begging for mercy. He looked at the soldiers with smiles around his face and said seriously: "Don't make fun of your opponents and give them dignity, so that you will get the treatment they deserve at the same time. The Soviets gathered and sent back! "

"Follow the order! Sir!" Several young soldiers who had just smiled for a long time quickly put their smiles away, and showed a serious face, and began to look for the Soviets who were pretending to be dead. They carefully rummaged around the anti-aircraft gun position. Two people pointed at the damaged anti-aircraft gun and seemed to be commenting on the scrap copper that was destroyed without any action.

Your brain was burned! You came to our hometown, shot us, dropped bombs, and said that our brain was burned by Stalin? If we do not resist, it is the brain that has been burned! The Soviet veteran scolded in his head and crawled forward some distance. He was closer to the gun, and he knew that the Germans were closer to him.

"You, with your firm beliefs, I have mine. You believe that your heads can bring you victory. What I believe is simpler, that is, whoever hit me, I will fight back!" Close to the weapon in front of him.

Someone killed the neighbor who joined him in the army. Someone killed his good friend in the army. As a man, he should take up his own weapon and avenge these friends and familiar people. This is the responsibility of a man. It is also the persistence of a veteran.

"It's a pity that I don't have any craftsmanship, I can't wear wreaths, and I can't make coffins, so I can't bury you and pray for your soul." The veteran stretched out his arms and pressed his palms to the gun strap: But I will kill, I will shoot, so I should avenge you, I should ... "

He pulled the **** the gun hard with his hand, returned the Mosin Nagala to his side, glanced at the magazine, there was indeed a bullet in it, he pulled the bolt and pushed a bullet on the top The barrel of the gun, then leaned on a stone and began to aim with the sight.

On the anti-aircraft position in the distance, two German soldiers were lighting cigarettes with each other. After arguing about the discarded anti-aircraft guns of the Soviet Union, they did not realize the danger and were not far away from them.

The assault gun stopped after advancing several tens of meters, and some German soldiers were busy filling in some trenches to allow other cars and equipment to pass through. More soldiers have crossed some stones from both sides and approached the top of the hillside.

The Soviet veteran pointed a gun at two young German soldiers who were smoking. Then he suddenly realized that it was a waste of opportunity to shoot a fool, so he adjusted the angle of the rifle again and put the front sight on the shot. The German squad leader who killed the Soviet artillery.

Before he could pull the trigger, an armored car passed between the two and cut off their sight. The machine gun on the armored vehicle perforated the dead Soviet soldier in the middle of the trench, and the dead could not die anymore.

The tight muscles of the Soviet veterans relaxed a bit, and then when the armored vehicle was about to move away from the angle, it made another aiming action. It's a pity that after he did the shooting, the squad leader was no longer in his original position.

"Damn it!" After a curse, the Soviet veteran adjusted the gun again and aimed at the two young German soldiers smoking there. He hesitated, and then aimed his gun at the mocking Soviet soldier. The German army pressed his finger against the trigger.

"If I were you, just throw away the gun in my hand." A cold barrel was placed on the helmet of the Soviet veteran, just as he concentrated on the German soldier over the trench, behind him, already After driving a leopard tank, the German grenadier that followed the tank did not have much effort and saw the wounded Soviet soldier.

Obviously this German soldier speaks some Russian. He is holding a Mauser 98k rifle, and looks like he should be a civilian soldier. The Soviet veteran did n’t move because he just moved, and the German soldier he aimed at was out of the scope of his threat: “Do I look like a person who is afraid of death? I ’m very happy to be able to kill one of you . "

"Sir, Stalin is a tyrant. He committed slaughter in Ukraine and Belarus and Siberia. You do n’t have to fight for a demon." Soldiers who know Russian generally do some work to counter the persuasion, so their eloquence is more better. As soon as he opened his mouth he said, what he said sounded very reasonable.

"Then you will take your arms into someone else's house and teach another villain for your master? Then you will stay behind? You and Stalin are not just incarnations of justice." The Soviet veteran replied: "Trust me The only one who can judge everything is God. You obviously ca n’t. "

"Throw away your weapon. I will take you to the field hospital in the back. You may still be able to go home and see your wife and children. Don't do stupid things." The German soldiers persuaded that they were for their own country. If you meet on the battlefield like this, if it is not this environment, the two may be able to chat in Russian for a long time.

"I haven't done anything stupid in my whole life, boy." The Soviet veteran laughed and then resolutely pulled the trigger: "But I hope to do it once at the last moment."

"Boo!" The gunshots sounded. The German soldiers did not hesitate, and it was not the first time for him to kill. He also buckled his weapon, the bullet pierced the helmet and exploded the head of the Soviet veteran: "Boo!"

The blood splattered, and even splashed on the soldiers' boots. He looked into the distance, where a German soldier was shot and fell to the ground, and the surrounding soldiers were shouting loudly: "Hey! Someone shot! Someone was shot! Medical soldiers! We need medical soldiers!"

Fortunately, the young German soldier was just hit in the arm, and the bullet flew in from the side. After penetrating his arm, he flew away and wiped his chest. He recovered a small life. When the Germans looked for the sneaky Soviet soldier, they only found a body with a broken head.

"It was the gun he shot just now?" It was the squad leader carrying the g43 semi-automatic rifle. He looked at the German soldier who was still wiping the blood on his boots and stepped forward to ask.

"If you asked the Soviet soldier who injured the young soldier over there, I think he was the one." The German Russian translator wiped the blood from the shoes and looked up at the German squad leader in front.

"Thank you, if not you, I think we might lose a good soldier." The German squad leader squeezed out a smile. "These Soviets are not willing to lay down their weapons until they die. They have and We have the same firm beliefs and the tough character. "

"The difference is that the weapons in our hands are more advanced than theirs." The German translator smiled and said: "This is war, we are for our future, they are for theirs."

The German squad smiled, then nodded and turned away. For him, it doesn't matter what those enemies are thinking. He just needs to know that he will eliminate the enemies who do not surrender.

"No need to thank me." The translator turned and left here.