Steel Soviet Union

The political commissar holding the phone in his hand picked it up and put it down again and again. However, such mechanical repetitive movements of his hands did not bring about the desired results. The other end of the phone, which could not transmit any sound, was obviously already dead. The worst outcome happened.

"No need to guess, comrade division commander. Gaskov's divisional artillery regiment has probably been completely killed by those Germans. The explosion just now could not have been caused by the Germans' own shelling except for the ammunition explosion. Such a big movement.”

Although he had guessed the worst possible outcome and made plans in his mind, when such bad news really reached the ears of Colonel Donskoy, the colonel of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, who had firm beliefs as strong as steel, was still adamant after all. He swayed three times before falling to the ground.

"Comrade Commander, please control your emotions and take care of yourself. If you fall, do you want me to lead our soldiers?"

The political commissar's partner, who had quick eyes and quick hands, stepped forward to hold the body of the building as it was leaning. Colonel Donskoy, who felt a little dizzy for no reason, then shook his head violently to cheer up.

"How many reserves do we have on hand?"

"No more, there is no reserve team left. In the previous wave of attacks, the guard company of our division was at the front of the position. Now, except for the civilian staff of the division and the staff adjutants, we no longer have any There is a reserve team, and we are the only ones left with the 21st Internal Affairs Border Defense Division!”

The successive blows of bad news have left this strong Colonel of the Ministry of Internal Affairs bruised and riddled with holes. However, despite this, Colonel Donskoy, who has an incomprehensible and outrageous fighting will, is still strong. He straightened his body.

"If there is no reserve team, then we are the last reserve team. Unless I die, these Germans will never step foot over the position!"

After smashing the last sword in the hands of the 21st Border Guard Division of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the morale of the German offensive troops was high. The Panzer IV tank, which raised the power of its gasoline engine to its maximum horsepower output, roared past the infantry trenches and drove towards the Soviet Union. Army defensive position. The German infantry that followed immediately jumped into the trenches according to the most standard tactical actions, and began the final and most bloody battle to clear the position.

The German squad leader holding up the MP40 submachine gun in his hand just fired a short burst and knocked down all three Soviet infantrymen who were charging straight at him with bayonets and Mosin-Nagant rifles. The young man who was shot several times seemed to have lost his life. A slight chance of survival.

But just when the German squad leader who had emptied his weapon opened the ammunition bag on his waist, reached out and touched one of the fully filled submachine gun magazines and prepared to replace the bullets.

The Soviet soldier who had been shot several times and fell forward to the ground with no chance of survival suddenly rose up, struggled with blood-red eyes, and with an inhuman roar, picked up the bayonet in his hand and pounced instantly.

"Ahhhh! Go to hell, Nacui!"

The standard four-edged bayonet of the Mosin-Nagant rifle, which is 50 centimeters long, is like a red-hot sharp knife piercing a cream cake, with a mixture of brain matter, blood and soft tissue splattering on the face of the German squad leader at an extremely fast speed. thrusting in and out repeatedly at a rapid pace.

He was caught off guard and was thrown to the ground by this Soviet soldier who had burst out his last life force. The German squad leader, who was directly pressed by a weight of 160 kilograms, could not get away for a while no matter how good his physique was. His blue eyes He and his short golden hair were soon stabbed like a hornet's nest by a four-edged bayonet, and howled loudly.

The screams attracted the attention of several other German infantrymen around them who immediately turned around and attacked. The strong penetration of the 92X57mm full-power rifle bullets made these German soldiers holding the bayonet 98K rifle tightly in their hands and did not dare to throw rat weapons for fear of accidental injury. Just shoot.

Instead, he chose to end the battle with a bayonet, stabbing the Soviet soldier in the back who was riding on his commander and constantly swinging the bayonet.

Puff puff--

The sound of three bayonets entering flesh almost simultaneously caused the bloody 98K bayonet to pierce directly through the chest of the Soviet soldier. The eyes of the Soviet soldier who was severely wounded still flashed with unwilling scarlet blood.

The four-edged bayonet, which had been soaked in crimson by blood, was like a fixed tombstone, and it was stabbed with all its strength towards the eyebrow of the dead German squad leader.

The three German soldiers, who were shocked that this Soviet soldier still had the strength to move, immediately took out their bayonets and stabbed him again. Looking at the corpse in front of them that was riddled with holes and seemed to be completely motionless, they held the gun with both hands. The nearest trembling German soldier swallowed lightly, then carefully pushed his rifle forward, completely overturning the entangled bodies of the Soviet soldier and the German squad leader.

An eye-popping scene followed.

The German squad leader, who fell to the ground with a hideous expression, had a face like a hornet's nest. He no longer looked like a handsome German and died suddenly on the spot.

Although the corpse of the Soviet soldier who fell next to him was not yet stiff, the four-edged bayonet tightly held in his hand was still inserted into the forehead of the German squad leader between the eyebrows. The two corpses connected by the four-edged bayonet were almost like this. They died in the closest position to each other at the same time.

Looking at the five or six holes of submachine gun bullets on the body of this ordinary Soviet soldier, and the almost equal number of bayonets that penetrated the holes, I can see the shockingly strong willpower and breathtaking spirit of this Soviet soldier. The burst of vitality shocked the three German soldiers who finally killed him without exception.

"This is not human at all! We are fighting the devil!"

As the most reliable sword in Stalin's hand when he implemented the Great Purge policy, the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs, led by Beria, a confidant who bowed to Stalin, was not so much loyal to the Soviet Union as to Stalin personally.

Compared with the ordinary Soviet troops, the border combat troops under the leadership of the Ministry of Internal Affairs not only have better equipment, higher quality and better education of soldiers, but also carefully selected and carefully screened soldiers with backgrounds. Almost all of them are Stalin fanatics. Believers, it is no exaggeration to describe such an elite Soviet Red Army armed with fanatical beliefs as being brave and not afraid of death.

What happened to this Soviet soldier was not just an isolated case. There were too many similar Soviet soldiers in the hand-to-hand battle for the entire position. The German soldiers who fought with him felt the fear and devil at close range.

The fierce battle for the White House was difficult to determine the outcome for a while. At this moment, a loud shout came from the rear of the Soviet position, which made all the Soviet troops on the position who were fighting desperately with the German army panic. Vibrate.

"Kill all these fascist lackeys! For Comrade Stalin! Ula!"