My Third Empire

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It was one of the few buildings that still stood in Smolensk, and it was also a sanctuary that would never collapse in the minds of all Soviet troops that were held in Smolensk. Every brick there was soaked with blood of Soviet soldiers, and every stone there was covered with bullet mottle.

After a burst of gunfire, just across the street, a machine gun position erected by the Germans has already established a foothold here, and a dozen German soldiers slowly turned along with an armored vehicle with a machine gun turret. After crossing the street corner, the 20-mm cannon on the armored car mercilessly harvested the lives of Soviet soldiers.

Several Soviet soldiers traversed the street with their weapons, and German bullets swept along with them. The ammunition hit the ground splashed with a white smoke. With the white smoke rising, except for the leading Soviet Union Except for the soldiers, the rest of the poor people were hit by bullets and lay down in the middle of the road.

Every minute there are people dying. From the side of the street to the side of the street, it will cost a few soldiers or even a dozen soldiers. The water supply and power supply of the blocks defended by the Soviet defense have stopped, and the Germans even use The heavy artillery destroyed many large-scale residential areas to prevent Soviet soldiers from using their troops. As the battle progresses, the situation here is getting worse.

Resistance has tended to collapse because most communication lines have been destroyed. The German Stuka 2 bomber bombed the city exactly according to the position where the special forces deliberately provoked the battle, easily destroying many Soviet command points. This style of play caused Soviet troops to lose effective control of their subordinates even within a short period of time, allowing the German army to easily separate them and break them one by one.

However, the Soviets, who had lost their unified command, still used their instincts to hold on to their positions. They repeatedly fought against the Germans on every street and every block, and continued to fight until the last one did not give up. After all, there are tens of thousands of Soviet main forces here, and they really represent the courage of the Soviet Union to fight desperately.

Unfortunately, it is unwise to use the body to collide with the Germans armed with steel to their teeth. The Germans used the superior firepower in their hands to expel the Soviets from the rooms and buildings they were defending, and systematically cleaned up the entire Smolenskri stubborn Soviet soldiers.

"Curris! Did you see that building? We're going to put a military flag on the roof of that building! You lead people over! I arranged a machine gun and a rocket launcher to cover you! Do you understand?" One company commander leaned on On the wall of the street corner, pointing at the tall building in the distance, what building in Smolensk here has not been verified, but it has withstood the skyfire and has not collapsed until now.

In the courtyard of this building, a trench was lining, and a Markin machine gun in the hands of Soviet soldiers was spraying hot tongues. He and his deputy shooter tried to prevent German troops from crossing the street, not far in front of him. , Already lying full of corpses of the Soviet Red Army.

At this time of battle, there is no time and no energy to deal with those cold bodies. They treat the corpses of comrades and the corpses of the enemy as the mud under their feet. The shooting opened fire without looking at the corpses with distorted expressions when they died due to pain.

"Over there! Over there! The Germans are coming! The German infantry is approaching! Be careful!" Deputy shooter screamed loudly at the two German soldiers who stooped toward the other side. Not far away, the two soldiers who were firing with rifles constantly turned their muzzles. After all, their responsibility was to cover the flank of this heavy machine gun.

"Boo!" A bullet shot, I don't know where it came from, a bullet hit the deputy shooter's head, blood suddenly splashed around, and Soviet heavy machine guns also stopped shooting. German snipers seem to be ubiquitous in this city. They attacked Soviet morale and eliminated a large number of Soviet soldiers, often opening up a situation for the German offensive troops.

In some barricade battles, a German sniper even killed a dozen Soviet machine gunners in a row, so that the Soviet defenders eventually had to give up the battle with the Germans for these barricades. The Soviet Union also had some snipers involved in anti-production wars, but unfortunately because of the absolute disadvantage in numbers, these snipers did not achieve the dazzling record of their German counterparts.

"Suddenly! Suddenly!" The heavy machine gun roared again, hitting a German grenadier who tried to approach, but this machine gun position was destined to be arrogant for a long time, because more Germans were waiting on the other side of the street. What they want to wait for.

Three field reporters are installing their photographic equipment behind a concealed low wall, and beside them, several German soldiers are also filling the iron fist rockets with ammunition. These reporters are from the German propaganda department, and they are dedicated to shooting documentaries about the war.

The camera shook in the rain of bullets and aimed at two German soldiers. One German soldier carried the prepared iron fist rocket on his shoulder and adjusted the angle, while the other was doing the same thing. The Germans watching by the side shouted numbers loudly to prepare them for shooting. The picture looked very nervous.

With the order, the two men simultaneously reached out of the low wall, and the iron fist rocket on their shoulders flew out one after another. A tube of iron fist rocket launched a white smoke from the tail, blocking most of the cameras. Lens. The reporters who carried the camera from beginning to end were only shooting the two anti-tank rocket launchers around him, and even dared to try out the situation in the head.

But in this way, it still experienced a not-so-smooth accident. A bullet hit the rocket steel plate protecting the face of the German soldier carrying the rocket launcher, hitting the edge of the iron plate and flew out, leaving only a spark. , The German anti-tank soldier who shot scared and threw his weapon down.

"Damn it! Someone was hit! Someone was hit!" A reporter was so scared that he dropped the camera in his hand and shouted loudly. The camera dropped on the ground accurately recorded his panic. It is a pity that the photography technology of this era cannot record sound at the same time.

"It's okay! I'm okay!" The lying German soldier made a sound of safety before slowly leaning against the low wall and sitting up slowly: "The bullet almost hit me! God bless!"

The Soviet machine gun position opposite had already exploded with black smoke. After the Germans had heavy weapons support, of course they easily destroyed the Soviet fortifications. Two German officers reminded reporters from afar that they could face It was shot in that direction, so the two cameras began to rotate at an angle, aiming the lens where they had just been afraid to aim.

A place filled with sandbags was billowing with black smoke. A German mg42 machine gun erected in the distance was violently firing to cover the attack of the German troops. The tracer was drawn in a straight line toward the direction of the Soviet defenders, and it looked very dazzling. A dozen German soldiers bowed their waists and ran quickly in front of the camera lens carrying their rifles. They braved the rain of bullets and rushed to the building that the Soviet army was holding in the distance.

"My God! This is the real battle! This is the real battlefield! Too shocking! Too shocking!" A reporter stood up and shouted in excitement. He saw the shocking picture he shot, and he was in Berlin. The world of photography is definitely just around the corner.

A bullet flew from nowhere and hit him in the chest. The bullet passed through the shoulder on the right near the chest, shattered his bones and flew out of his back with blood and flesh. The reporter's face. Before he shouted, the two German soldiers had knocked them out separately.

"Are you crazy? This is the battlefield! Your head will be shattered when you stand up!" The German officer in charge of these reporters supported his steel helmet and cursed loudly: "Medical soldiers! Medical soldiers! A fool was beaten. bingo!"

"I was hit? Why can't I feel pain? Did I really get hit?" The reporter who was splattered with the blood of his companion shouted loudly, his hands touched his body, trying to find Where he was penetrated by a bullet. His voice was trembling, and he seemed to be dying soon.

The German officer held this guy and shouted helplessly: "If you are hit by a bullet, there is no chance of groping with your hands. It is your companion who was hit! Stupid."

The photojournalist who was hit did not yell, but looked at the people around him in horror. He felt something flowing from his shoulder, but he could n’t feel where his arm had gone. . He stretched out his left arm and grabbed the sleeve of a German soldier and said: "I am dying! Am I dying!"

"Your shoulder was hit by a bullet, but there shouldn't be any danger to your life ... you help him compress the tourniquet! Press it! Force! The blood spurted out!" The medical soldiers on the side shouted loudly while dealing with the wound Say to him: "Tell me your name, tell me about your hometown!"

"My name is ... okay, help me clean up the camera. The picture there is very important! I want to go back to Berlin! You can prove that this picture is not a pose, it is a real battle scene!" The photographer opened his eyes wide. Asked.