Steel Soviet Union

"Load high-explosive shells! The target is in the bunker directly in front, gunners prepare!"

"Good high-explosive bomb! Loading is complete!"

"Aimed!"

"Fire!"

boom--

When the dazzling artillery fire spurts out the hot projectiles again, targets that are not too far away will be destroyed in the explosion, so far more than one life will be taken away. perform

Boom——

The powerful 122mm high-explosive projectiles hit the outer wall of the bunker and exploded. The military-standard concrete outer wall, which was indestructible in the face of ordinary light weapons and small-caliber artillery, could not withstand such a bursting impact. In the blink of an eye, there was a burst of flying sand and rocks, and fire splashed everywhere.

"Sukabule's Fasis! Come again, keep loading! One more shot! That thing is still half collapsed!"

"Good high-explosive bombs!"

"Loading complete!"

"fire!"

There are no difficult problems on land in the world that cannot be solved by one 122-mm grenade. If there are, then add another round.

The open-air bunker that had been bombarded to the point of being half-collapsed was completely unlucky this time. The 122 high-explosive grenade that came towards us with a violent roar was poured directly through the opened hole and hit the target.

The collision fuse was successfully fired under the action of violent external force, and the high-energy charge contained in the warhead of the projectile was instantly detonated.

Boom——

There was another loud explosion of "lifting the coffin", and the entire semi-open-air bunker lid was lifted directly into the air, smoking and spinning, and then looked like a hot iron plate burned by the smoke. It fell heavily, directly smashing diagonally into the ruins of the bunker that had been shattered beyond recognition.

There is no need to ask how the German sticks in the bunker are like, there is only one answer.

"Well done! Fuck the German fascists!!!"

The commander, who saw all this clearly in the commander's periscope, roared excitedly, and in a moment of excitement, he punched the armor plate next to him on the spot. This is the third bunker that their crew has built since they opened the top of the Upper Zero Highlands. It can be said that the battle has been fruitful now that the battle has only been going on for a short time.

"Keep going, brothers! Support our infantry comrades and knock the Germans' turtle shells off one by one!"

"Ula!!!"

The heavy armored tanks in the rear kept advancing with their majestic cannons, approaching for support. In the trenches and traffic trenches extending in all directions and crisscrossing the front, countless Red Army soldiers were fighting bloody battles with the enemies they encountered at close range.

"Fuck you Fasis! Die!"

Pfft——

The shiny silver bayonet penetrated from the chest and poked out from the back. The scarlet blood mark on the tip of the knife is the color that symbolizes life. But it is not hope, but despair and death.

"Uhhhhh drink!!!"

He was stabbed across the body with a knife, but he didn't scream and fall into a pool of blood on the spot.

The big German soldier, holding the bayonet on his chest in one hand, clenched his teeth and grimaced. He never let go of the MP40 submachine gun he held tightly in his hand. Instead, he used the maximum strength that his whole body could mobilize to grip the handle and raise it. With a storm sweep from his hand, he rushed directly to the face of the mortal enemy in front of him.

"Poof"

The force of the barrel of the gun hitting his face was enough to knock out his front teeth. He only felt his head being whipped for an instant. The warrior with stars in his eyes staggered and became unsteady. His body fell away uncontrollably and he held on to the gun. Holding his hands, he stepped back again and again, only to see that the big German soldier who refused to give up was still fighting for his last breath and was extremely crazy.

"Damn Russian! I want you to die! Die!!!"

The bayonet stabbed through the chest and the AK fell to the ground, no one paid attention to him. The big German soldier was grunting and bleeding from his chest, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit and would not die. He held the sharp saber tightly in his hand. As the body pounced, it aimed directly at the face of the seemingly defenseless enemy who was lying on the ground.

Realizing that the danger had come, the Red Army soldier endured the severe pain of losing his front teeth and dislocating his jaw. He rolled sideways subconsciously, and the icy cold light that hit his face almost wiped his face and fell straight down, arriving instantly.

Pfft——

The blood splattered for a moment, and the chill was piercing. The shimmering blade cut open the battle-scarred cheek. The blood stained the sharp blade and flowed down. The sharp tip was completely damaged due to excessive force. It was submerged into the soil, which shows how powerful it is.

"Fuck you! Die, die!!!"

The big German soldier who rode on the chest of the Red Army soldier had no intention of giving up. He suddenly used his right arm to pull out the saber embedded in the soil. He didn't care at all about the severe pain and serious injuries and bleeding on his body, as if his life had become something external to him. He only wanted to kill the same kind of human being in front of him and raised his saber again.

"die!"

Da da da da——

Just die when you say it, without any ambiguity or delay. Not only will death not be absent, it will not even be late. At least this time it is true.

A string of bullets came from nowhere, and with the roaring and angry flames erupting from the muzzle, they shot directly into the chest and pierced out. Already seriously injured, the dilapidated body that relied on strong willpower and adrenaline to hold on for its last breath could no longer withstand such destruction.

On the spot, with blood splattering all over his back and a look of unwillingness in his eyes, he fell to the ground and lay on his back. His legs twitched slightly and his pupils dilated, then he lost all vitality and ended there.

"Hey! Are you still alive?"

The soldier with the AK in his hand still smoking from the muzzle didn't bother to check the results of the battle, or he was convinced that he could survive seven or eight rounds of 62mm intermediate-power rifle bullets in his upper body without a German stick.

After jogging all the way to his comrade, he quickly leaned over to check and confirm the injury.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu""

"What!?"

The soldier who hadn't realized the problem just now looked at this strange behavior and took a closer look. Then he realized that the hands of his comrade in front of him were raising his hands to indicate that his jaw had been dislocated and he could not speak. Come.

Looking at the deep wound on his face that was constantly bleeding out, and looking at the face that had been beaten to the side with an obviously crooked mouth and eyes, the soldier who realized the seriousness of the problem quickly picked up his comrades and retreated back. .

"Hygienist! Where is the hygienist!? Someone is injured here!!!"

Scenes like this can be seen almost everywhere on the entire battlefield.

Those soldiers who fell in bloody battles with the enemy on the charge will never be abandoned or ignored as long as they are still breathing.

The comrades who are going forward will do their best to rescue him and take him away. The medical emergency troops who are following closely behind the combat troops and charging together will immediately take over, regardless of the rain of bullets around them, and move forward bravely. This is the relay of life. It usually goes back and forth.