My Third Empire

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"Attack!" With an order, hundreds of Soviet soldiers jumped out of their trenches and rushed towards the defensive position opposite the Germans. A few farmhouses were directly in front of them. The ruins of buildings destroyed by shells.

"I said! Did you see the buildings in front? Be careful!" While moving forward slowly, a veteran in the Soviet Red Army carefully told the young soldiers around him. They moved forward cautiously, in a posture of lying down when the wind and grass moved.

With the support of heavy artillery, the Soviet attack had a lot of confidence. They shelled Tver, and then organized a new attack, allowing an infantry regiment to attack thousands of people along the road, hoping to open the gap of the German position. After all, this unit is only infantry retreating from near Leningrad. They don't have as many tanks and armored vehicles.

Some main forces will have trucks and other equipment, most of which are used to drag anti-tank guns and heavy artillery. The large-caliber artillery was either thrown away and blown up halfway, or because the action slowly dragged the rear of the entire force. Some t-26 tanks, which were rare in the first place, were either abandoned with missing parts or dared not to take them out to deal with German tanks.

Attacking positions defended by German Leopard and Tiger tanks with t-26 tanks. Isn't this forcing a group of people to carry their coffins to death? The commander with a little brain is probably unable to do such a lack of virtue. General Govorov will naturally not give such a brainless order, he is not willing to use those precious T-26 tanks to do such stupid things.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer. It may be that the Germans are advancing too fast. They did not carry a large number of artillery units, so the Soviet infantry were not covered by German artillery. Only sporadic artillery fire fell in the crowd and took away one piece. Another piece of fresh life.

Not knowing where the blood was flying, it just landed on the face of the Soviet recruit, he touched it with his hand, and was scared by the scarlet scare. The body followed the surrounding soldiers forward mechanically, but the eyes involuntarily observed the distant allies.

He seemed to want to find the source of the drop of blood, but he forgot that the poor bleed was probably lying on the ground long ago, and it was impossible for him to find it. So he continued to follow the troops and approached the German defensive position step by step.

He saw under the trenches in the distance, the tops of some of the iconic German M35 helmets were moving fast. He also saw behind the trenches dug out of the grass, extending to the traffic trenches in the distance and the explosion-proof bevel. Over time, he found himself seeing more and more clearly, even seeing the muzzles that had been picked up by the Germans.

"Suddenly! Suddenly!" Suddenly, the dense gunshots of the German army sounded, and Akado's saw ejected a bright tracer, swept frantically towards the Soviet troops. The surrounding mud was blown up by bullets, which forced the recruit to bend down and narrow his eyes.

"Get down! You don't want to live?" A veteran pushed down the overwhelmed recruit on the ground, and then loudly reminded the surrounding soldiers to lie down quickly: "Get down quickly! The Germans opened fire! The Germans opened fire Now! "

The originally pleasant attack immediately became bloody, and there were screams from being hit by bullets everywhere, and there was a corpse next to a blood that was exuding. Everyone tried to keep their heads down, because the bullets were flying around against the ground.

"I was hit! I was hit!" A soldier in the distance screamed loudly, trying to raise his arm to tell the medical staff where he was, and soon his arm was shot. Hit, the entire wrist flew not far behind. Then the unlucky guy lost his voice and wondered if he was dead or smart.

Seeing the backs of the buildings opposite, a leopard tank walked out of the bunker, and pointed the gun barrel of the black hole to the side of the Soviet attacking forces. With a loud noise, the grenade shot by the tank just hit the hammer. He went to the center of the Soviet Red Army and exploded many broken limbs.

"Retreat! Retreat!" A Soviet commander supported his helmet and shouted his command with the loudest voice he could shout, but not far from him, another commander was Urged his men to attack: "Go forward! Do not lie on the spot! This is waiting to die! Must move quickly! Hurry!"

With these shouts and the sound of guns and guns mixing together, the battlefield appeared chaotic. The recruits who were pressed by the veterans on the ground finally picked up the rifles that fell around them, and opened them with trembling hands. The gun bolt.

"Fire! Shoot! This will suppress the firepower of the Germans! Otherwise we will all be killed here!" The veterans beside him reminded the novices around them while pulling the bolts, encouraging them to continue fighting.

"I know! I know! I'm loading bullets! I'm just a newspaper seller ... I shouldn't be here!" The Soviet recruit curled up his body, avoiding the rubble splashed on the ground by flying bullets. And Mud, complaining with a cry: "I should go home! I should leave here ..."

"You stand up now and there is no difference to death! Fire back and fight to continue to live!" The veteran aimed at the opposite position, after firing, Lisuo pulled the bolt to put a good bullet on his weapon. He has experienced wars and is naturally much stronger than the farmer craftsmen around him.

"Boo!" A bullet hit the corpse not far in front of the recruit, and blood spattered instantly. The recruit might also be too hysterical, and finally took the first step in his battle life. He finally loaded the ammunition and fired a bullet at some point.

"Aim and hit again! Our ammunition is not enough!" The veteran lay there and continued to fire, but he kept muttering in his mouth. He has too many demands, and the things he wants to do are too professional, so most of the people around him are still in a panic, not knowing how to deal with what is happening in front of them.

The terrible German tank looked like an invincible mammoth beast. Yaowuyang fired fiercely at the Soviet troops. Several machine guns shot from the top and frantically fired. .

These poor infantry cannot push their anti-tank guns, so they really lack effective firepower against the German tanks. In the face of the German tanks, they could only stick their teeth and persevere, hoping that the other side would eventually be forced back by their heroic and fearless momentum.

Dense bullets hit these Soviet troops, sifting the soldier who lay down not far in front of the Soviet recruit. A young recruit of the Soviet Red Army was next to the person who was killed. Finally he could not bear the huge panic in his heart, struggling to get up from the ground, turning around and wanting to leave this **** place.

However, as he got up and turned around, he was penetrated by German bullets. At least three or four bullets hit the poor man, so he fell forward and turned his face directly at the Soviet recruit behind him. A pale, twisted face at such a close distance, still breathing hot blood flowing from the nostrils and mouth, and the eyes are not completely closed-this scene really makes people sick.

The firepower of the Germans is still intensive, and the Soviet troops in the distance have begun to retreat. The recruits who moved their sights away from the corpse's face finally found that the gunfire of the friendly soldiers who had fought back had become very sparse.

What made him slightly reassured was that the veteran next to him was still filling the Mosinagan rifle in his hand. This was the only living person he saw after he recovered. So he shouted at the veteran: "Hey! Our people have retreated, how can we leave here?"

"Climb back little by little! What do you think about it?" The veteran turned back and replied to the only recruit who had stayed with him. He knew that after this baptism, this soldier would become his true comrade-in-arms, more reliable than those recruits.

Before the two of them began to move their bodies backward, the dense German artillery swept through the direction of the Soviet retreat. The densely packed ammunition landed in a vast area, and it took only a few breaths to turn it into a sea of ​​fire.

"It's the German Friedrich Rocket! They are not without artillery, they are waiting for the opportunity to cause us the most damage ..." The veteran of the battlefield looked back at the smoky land behind him. Sighed in a sad tone.

"Boo!" The bullet that didn't know where it came from just happened to pierce the Soviet helmet of the Soviet veteran. Blood covered his eyes along the veteran's forehead, and then his neck drooped weakly. A slightly outdated rifle also slipped aside.

The recruit was shocked by the death of the veteran. The real death in front of him and the slightly illusory disaster in the distance shocked his soul. He felt that he shouldn't fight against such a powerful enemy. He felt that everything in front of him was out of control. This is the battlefield, a real holy place for slaughter. Every life here is not controlled by oneself, but is played with by something called destiny-it keeps you alive, you continue to live in pain; it makes you die , You will die tragically in the next second.

With a spit, the recruit moved his body hard, crawling slowly backwards little by little. He didn't dare to raise his head and look at the veteran's body, because he was afraid that the same bullet would turn him into one of the countless bodies on the ground.