Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

Kapuschkin, a soldier of the Liberation Army, fiercely charged at the Soviet soldiers on the opposite side with his Mosin Nagant rifle.

He was a childish boy who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old at most. But Kapushkin doesn't care whether the other person is a child or an old man, his heart has already been filled with hatred, and anyone who is Stalin's lackey should die! !

As if feeling the momentum of this hatred, the young soldier's face showed a hint of timidity, and the hand holding the rifle trembled slightly.

"Ha!" Kapushkin shouted and thrust out the bayonet in his hand. Since the Tsarist period, the Russian army has been very good at stabbing techniques. The Soviet army also inherited this tradition. As a Slavic nation, Soviet soldiers were relatively strong. In addition, the Mosin-Nagant rifle was the longest rifle during World War II (Mosin-Nagant 1891 was 4 meters in length and had a bayonet of 74 meters; the later improved M181891/30 shortened the length), as the saying goes, one inch is longer and one inch is stronger. , so it takes a big advantage in the stabbing process. It's just that the Soviet bayonet has a single function. It only has the function of stabbing. It has no edge and cannot chop.

There is no room for timidity on the battlefield. The young soldier couldn't dodge, and the bayonet was stabbed into his chest. The blood soaked his uniform in an instant, dyeing the dusty fabric into another more disgusting color.

"Ugh..." The rifle in the young soldier's hand dropped weakly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He grabbed the opponent's gun body with both hands, as if he didn't want the person who killed him to succeed like this.

At this time, another Soviet soldier's bayonet attacked. Kapushkin pulled out the bayonet with force, turned slightly to avoid the opponent's bayonet, and stabbed the opponent's waist fiercely with the bayonet in his hand. Before he could struggle to death, he used all his strength to Kick him over with one kick.

He easily knocked down two Soviet soldiers and attracted the attention of others. This time, three Soviet soldiers surrounded him. Perhaps affected by the death of their comrades in battle, their expressions were particularly ferocious, as if they wanted to peel off Kapuschkin's skin and give him cramps.

"Come on!!" Kapushkin stepped forward without fear, raised the rifle in his hand, and picked up the bayonet that was stabbing him. At the same time, he suddenly stepped forward and stabbed the opponent's chest with the bayonet. The other two took this opportunity to draw out their bayonets and block Kapuschkin's dodge direction.

Kapushkin retreated sharply, but was still stabbed in the thigh by the other party. The other party was not a fool. Seeing Kapuschkin being stabbed, he naturally would not miss such a good opportunity. He rushed over again with the idea of ​​"killing you while you are sick".

"Kill!" Kapuschkin still had no fear and rushed towards one of the Soviet soldiers. Death is not terrible, but before dying, he must kill as many lackeys as possible to avenge his family! ! Looking at the bayonet thrust towards him, Kapushkin roared like a beast, and the speed of the rifle thrust out of his hand suddenly accelerated a lot, and he stabbed the opponent's chest fiercely.

boom!

Accompanied by a sudden gunshot, another Soviet soldier suddenly had a blood hole between his eyebrows, his eyes widened, and blood flowing out; and the bayonet in his hand was only a few centimeters away from Kapuschkin's abdomen, but it was only a few centimeters away. Neng fell down with a face full of reluctance.

"!!" Kapushkin turned around suddenly and saw that it was their German platoon leader pointing a pistol in his hand. It was obvious that he shot and saved Kapushkin.

The German platoon leader didn't care to respond to Kapuschkin's grateful expression and shouted around. "How many times have I told you, Pinnyimei's bayonet!! Kill them with bullets! Boris, you are holding a submachine gun, not a fire stick!!" Things that can be solved with a gun are always red-eyed. In the end, these guys rushed forward to fight with their bayonets as if they had been beaten to death, leaving him speechless.

At this time, follow-up support troops arrived one after another, and Kapushkin finally saved his life. The medical soldier ran over quickly, sprinkled sulfonamide powder on his wound, and wrapped it with gauze.

There were shouts of Ula everywhere, and in the cheers, the rest of the soldiers continued to rush forward.

"Thud! Thud!" Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, a tracer bullet struck from the front. The soldiers of the Liberation Army, who had been tempered for a long time, immediately lay down to find a bunker to hide, and picked up the guns in their hands to fight back at the Soviet troops in front.

At this time, the Liberation Army soldiers lying on the ground felt a slight tremor on the ground, and the roar of an engine was heard not far away. The assault gun that was almost penetrated just now was slowly approaching. However, it did not rush to fire, but twisted its bulky body to make way for the chariot behind it.

When the full view of the tank behind was revealed, the Soviet soldiers on the opposite side felt suffocated and turned pale. It was a self-propelled anti-aircraft gun equipped with four 20mm cannons. They had already experienced the power of this thing. It was like a cold-blooded and ruthless killing machine like a harvester.

"Damn it! Get out of here!" Before the Soviet commander finished speaking, "Tum! Tum! Tum! Tum!" The four 20mm anti-aircraft guns on the self-propelled anti-aircraft gun began to fire wildly. Hail-like shells hit the Soviet army's weak position, raising large clouds of white smoke.

The Soviet machine gun position was reduced to rubble by artillery shells, and even the machine guns were turned into scrap metal; the piled sandbags were blown away, and the Soviet soldiers behind the sandbags were instantly beaten into several pieces. The half-foot-thick wall was penetrated, and the Soviet troops behind were naturally no better.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat!" The Soviet commander roared hysterically and asked the remaining soldiers to evacuate. However, in this messy position, there were not many soldiers left who could carry out his orders. After a round of fire from self-propelled anti-aircraft guns, most of the Soviet soldiers fell into a pool of blood.

"Hurrah!" The soldiers of the Liberation Army made a loud hurrah and broke through the Soviet defense line in one fell swoop.

"Victor! Victor!" The German platoon leader took out a map and called Victor's name loudly, and soon a Liberation Army soldier ran over. "Sir, what are your orders?"

"Where are we now?" Although Victor is not a native of Stalingrad, he has lived in Stalingrad for nearly ten years. Moreover, he has completed a nine-year education and can fully understand maps and analyze directions. He can be regarded as a living map. Therefore, the German platoon leader kept him with him.

Victor looked around at the surrounding area that was almost bombed into ruins, then looked at the map and pointed out a location on it. "If this is correct, it should be here, sir."

"Lenin Street?" The German platoon leader picked up his binoculars and looked at a building in the distance. It is a 4-story red brick building, which is the commanding height within one kilometer of the surrounding area. "The next goal is to capture it."