Soviet Union 1991

(First update)

The Chechen armed personnel, with bombs tied all over their bodies, shouted "Long live freedom" and rushed towards the Soviet position. After paying the price of more than a dozen lives in the first exploratory charge, they finally found a way to break through the Soviet camp, the human bomb attack. Anyway, their number is several times that of the Soviet defenders. If they can break through the Soviet army's impregnable front at the cost of one person's life, it may not be a bad choice.

The Chechen armed personnel also roughly figured out the Soviet layout in the first charge. In the southeast direction of the base, the Soviet position is the most heavily defended, and it is likely that people will be needed to fill it in order to break through the obstacles. The birch forest in the southwest direction is the weakest place in defense, which can be used as a breakthrough to tear through the front line.

So the suicide armed personnel ran towards the Soviet army in the southeast direction with the remote control in hand, and the armed personnel following behind organized a feint attack, trying to attract the firepower of the Soviet army, and then took advantage of the cover of night to break through the Soviet defense line in the birch forest on the southwest defense line, advance into the base, and kill all these **.

However, Comrade Valentin had anticipated this. When the militants were defeated, he ordered the soldiers to place N-50 directional mines, which were imitation Kramer mines, at the forefront of the birch forest. As long as they dared to step in, a series of mines would trigger tripwires waiting for the Chechens.

Snipers were also ambushed in the birch forest. After choosing a favorable position, they quietly hid behind the tree trunks and waited for the enemy to arrive. Valentin's mission was that without his order, no matter how fierce the battle in the southeast was, they were not allowed to leave the birch forest.

From the first human bomb detonated in front of the position, it seemed that the Soviet army once again reproduced the charge of "Long live the Emperor" in the Battle of Nomonhan in 1939.

The militants tied with bombs kept rushing forward. Under the machine gun fire, they kept falling in the snow, but each attack gradually reduced the distance between them. As long as one person rushed to the front of the position and pressed the button, the Chechens could break through the Soviet defense line.

At the same time, with the explosion of anti-infantry directional mines in the birch forest, the fierce battle on the southwest defense line finally began. The excited Chechen militants at this time may not know that this place will become their "Grozny meat grinder".

The young soldiers kept pulling the trigger, and the jet of flames made the Chechen militants who rushed to the front fall to the ground. The Chechen militants who triggered the mine tripwire from time to time were blown into sieves. More than 4,000 steel balls flew at a 60° direction to the people who were still rushing forward.

"Damn it, give me a magazine." Ivanov's comrade had just pulled out the empty magazine, and before he could put a new magazine on the overheated barrel, a stray bullet hit his left face.

He didn't make any sound, and fell silently in front of Ivanov. Before he died, he was still holding the empty magazine tightly. The blood remained on the white snow, dyeing it scarlet.

"Military doctor! Someone is injured here! I need help!" Ivanov wanted to ask for help, but no one around him had a hand to take care of him. The Chechens kept charging, and they even felt that the time to change the magazine was very luxurious.

The sniper was busy knocking down every soldier carrying an RPG rocket launcher. Even the military doctor had picked up his rifle and went to the battlefield. There was no one idle in the entire base. For them, as long as they could hold on until the moment of dawn, reinforcements would come to rescue them and they could go home. It was precisely because of this idea that these people would fight desperately.

But these people didn't know that the so-called dawn rescue was just a white lie made up by Comrade Valentin to stabilize the morale of the army.

Ivanov covered his comrade's bloody face with his hat, then raised his gun and continued to shoot. After being used to seeing the corpses of his comrades and becoming numb to death, people will become a real killing machine. It is obvious that these young people who have just experienced the baptism of war are becoming qualified soldiers.

The suicide attack in Chechnya finally made a breakthrough. After a loud noise that shocked everyone, the Soviet army's armored vehicles and machine gun positions were all destroyed. The Soviet army's first line of defense was torn open, and the soldiers fought hand-to-hand with the militants in the trenches who were pouring in like a tide.

In order to smash the opponent's skull, the butt, bayonet, and even grenade were used. The sharp bayonet cut the militant's belly, and blood was left all over the ground. The enemy's bullet shot into the young soldier's chest, and he slowly fell down. Before he died, he still held the bayonet tightly, with five fingers deeply clasped in the soil.

The Soviet defenders, who were outnumbered, were completely wiped out before they even had time to evacuate. When the militants thrust their bayonets into the stomach of the last Soviet soldier, the soldier hugged the Chechen tightly, detonated the grenade hanging on his shoulder, and closed his eyes.

"Long live the Soviets!"

A ball of fire cut through the darkness of the night. The soldier used a grenade to kill himself along with four or five militants around him. In such a tragic and tragic way, he bought time for the people on the second line of defense to prepare.

The second line of defense was more solid. The concrete bunkers and high walls were enough to intercept any militants' charge. After leaving behind corpses all over the ground and bullet holes on the walls, the Chechens who failed to capture the line of defense once again chose to temporarily evacuate in indignation.

After hearing the news of the Chechens' retreat, Political Commissar Valentin finally breathed a sigh of relief temporarily, but he was still worried, because next time, they might not have a chance. He looked at the military-territorial distribution map and muttered to himself, "It seems that the next time will be the last attack. If we don't hold on until dawn, we will be completely wiped out."

A lie to the end, even Valentin himself believed that the Soviet army would come to support at dawn.

He closed the map silently, then turned his head and said to the guards around him, "Let's do it, the time for the final decisive battle has come. Burn all the documents in the office, and you don't have to guard here, it will be destroyed soon, so all of you go to the front line of the battlefield." Valentin took a last look at the room that had been with him for more than half a year, picked up the Kalashnikov rifle on the side, put on his helmet and walked out the door.

The walls of the bunker had begun to peel off, and the dust was shaken off with a constant roar, making Comrade Valentin look dusty, but he walked towards the door with a firm step. Because he was also going to the front line, to fight the final battle with those young soldiers who had been with him day and night.

"I am a party member, and I am ready to sacrifice at any time."

From beginning to end, Valentin has been fulfilling his promise and appeared on the front line at the most critical moment of the motherland.

He stuffed the magazine into the ammunition bag, and then opened the heavy iron door. The black night sky outside was lit by flares, and the firepower network interwoven by tracer bullets formed a dazzling color like flying fireflies. He raised the rifle in his hand and said to the soldiers who kept rushing forward.

"Comrades, our Soviet army will never retreat or surrender even if we fight to the last man!"