Seven Hundred and Eleven Endless Blood

The German veterans did not hesitate after hearing the words of the medics, and immediately restrained their eyes from watching the excitement, groped for a suitable position with their guns in hand, and became alert to the surrounding movements. From time to time, German soldiers jumped into the trenches, and then bent over He walked away quickly, as if there were no living people here, as if this place was just a trench.

The medical soldier took out a painkiller needle from the medical backpack. It was a small needle fixed and measured, and there was a medicine behind it that could make people forget the pain instantly. Usually it was Ma Fei, or it might be someone else. something. He deftly bit off the protective sheath of the needle with his mouth, and then inserted it into the wounded soldier's thigh.

"Hey! Dude! Look at me! Come on, tell me which unlucky little mountain village you are from, don't look there! Look here! Yes! Look into my eyes! I ask you where you are from, hometown! Where is hometown? The medic stuffed one end of the scissors into the recruit's clothes and began to cut open the tactical vest he was wearing bit by bit.

It has to be said that the design of tactical vests in this era is definitely not mature enough to be easily disengaged. In order to save metal products, many straps are often tied to fix them firmly—as for plastic products, this was in 1938. Winter is still synonymous with luxury.

The impact on the wounded soldier obviously still prevented him from recovering. His eyes were a little wandering, his will was a little loose, and there was always a buzzing sound in his ears, and he couldn't hear the medical soldier on the opposite side. His chattering words. He tried hard to hit his spirit, hoping to control his movements, he could feel his wound only slightly numb, and he could feel something flowing out of his body.

"You...what are you talking about, I can't hear..." He finally said, maybe it was Ma Fei's effect that made him feel ecstatic. With his face covered in blood, he seemed to be feeling very good now, and there was a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth smile.

However, when the medic opposite him cut open his tactical vest, a stream of blood gushed out from the place where the magazine clip was hanging on his abdomen. It seemed that a shrapnel hit him and caused a very serious penetrating injury. , Just now, because of the squeeze of the tactical vest, blood flowed out of the sleeve, which shows how huge the wound is.

Before the medic could do anything more, the young German soldier leaned against the wall of the trench, closed his eyes with a smile, and then his hand holding the medic hangs down feebly, leaving behind the medic. A blood-red handprint on the soldier. Immediately after, his body fell to one side, lying in this damp corner.

The medical soldier looked at the bloody handprint on the clothes that was distorted due to the folds of the clothes, wiped his nose with his hands, took a breath of snot, then packed his backpack and stood up, pressing one hand on the bag at his waist. On the pistol, with a hand hanging by his side, he walked up to the veteran who was no longer on guard: "Is there a cigarette? I want one."

"Of course!" The veteran took out a cigarette case from his coat pocket, took out one and handed it to the medical soldier.

The medical soldier held the cigarettes in his hands, took out a cigarette case from his body, and stuffed some wrinkled and blood-stained cigarettes into the case. There were seven or eight cigarettes in it, and it was obvious that none of them were new.

"I don't smoke, I quit." Seeing the weird look in the veteran's eyes, the medical soldier explained, "I use this thing to record how many young people I sent away in this hour. Look, it's clear at a glance."

While talking, the medical soldier handed the cigarette case to the veteran. The seven cigarettes inside were clearly visible. The veteran averted his gaze, then put the weapon in his hand on his back, and walked towards the direction where the gunfire was dense without saying a word. go. The medical soldier put away his cigarette case and followed the veteran, neither of them spoke.

Just a thousand meters ahead, Rennes' tank was running over a Soviet soldier who was still alive. The soldier who had been shot in the leg was struggling painfully on the ground, while the big Tiger tank that Bowman was driving The muddy water was rolled up on the crawler's tracks, and it caught up with the poor man bit by bit.

His legs were first crushed into the mud, and he screamed in agony, and then the tracks crushed his stomach with the roar of the tank. At this time, his screams stopped, because he only needed to open his mouth , can only gush out blood.

About 100 meters away from Rennes' tank, a Leopard modified special tank covering the 502nd Tank Battalion was using its front special weapon flamethrower to suppress the Soviet troops. Huge flames leaped dozens of times across the battlefield. A distance of 1 meter, it was poured accurately on a machine gun bunker, and the temperature inside could ignite flammable materials such as clothing in an instant.

The heart-piercing howls of Soviet Red Army soldiers came from inside, and then someone rushed out from the trench behind the bunker, with burning flames still dancing on his body. But in just a few seconds at night, these people fell to the ground and stopped struggling, letting the fire on their bodies burn.

The Soviet Red Army who had abandoned the line of defense began to flee in groups into the woods behind them. They were frightened by the huge Tiger tanks, and these Tiger tanks were almost invulnerable under the cover of infantry. They had been trained to deal with the Germans before. The tank method, in front of such a perfectly coordinated German army, seemed so naive and ineffective.

The trenches were cleared out one by one. The German army did not have the traditional virtue of respecting the old, caring for the young and taking care of the sick and disabled. They threw grenades into the trenches, and then covered each other and fired at them. After knocking down all the living people they could see, they jumped Going in to clean up the problems of booby traps, the number of casualties of the Soviet Red Army skyrocketed, and the scope of the defeat became wider and wider.

Although no planes joined the carnage at this time, and no planes dived and dropped bombs to extend the glorious victory of the German ground forces, the Germans prepared the most enthusiastic meeting ceremony for their opponents.

As more and more Soviets left the trenches and fled into the woods, on the German artillery position 7 kilometers away, an artillery officer with a cigarette in his mouth moved his round body from the artillery mirror. face. He spit out the burnt cigarette butt in his mouth, and swung his arm forward towards the deputy beside him. At the end, he flicked his fingers forward gracefully, with the index finger and middle finger pointing forward naturally.

"Swish!" "Swish! Swish!" Having fixed the angle, the Friedrich rocket launcher raised its launch track and began to pour its rain of flames on the predetermined area. The 20 rocket launchers threw more than 400 rounds of rockets, these ammunition are filled with thick iron balls for killing infantry, which have a very good killing effect on the exposed human body.

It's like an exquisite and well-coordinated orchestra. As soon as the trombone player stops his notes, the cello player joins in and finally plays a wonderful piece of music. The German army is also a sophisticated killing machine. They cooperated with each other and played the rhythm of your side singing and me coming on the stage.

These rockets are all instant fuzes on impact, so they exploded the moment they touched the soil, and hundreds of steel balls preset in the projectile flew out, making the surrounding people riddled with holes. It seemed that tens of thousands of heavy machine guns fired at the same time, and the bodies of the soldiers of the Soviet Red Army were torn into several pieces by the extremely fast small iron balls, and their blood and flesh were scattered on the surrounding ground.

These preset fragments splashed around, embedded into the thick tree trunk like a bullet, the huge energy hit the bark far away, and some of the fragments were like a sharp knife, cutting the tree in an instant. Fork, leaving only a branch that exploded, shaking violently back and forth.

The German rockets were not like artillery shells. There was almost no gap when they fell, and the explosions were completed at about the same time, so there were not many people lying down to avoid them. The Soviet Red Army who huddled together and fled suffered heavy casualties, and there were wailing and screaming voices everywhere. Any belief became worthless in the face of this terrible massacre, and any courage became a ghost at this moment. Poor joke.

"Help! I've been shot!" A Soviet soldier yelled loudly, clutching his arm, but he still had the strength to yell, which meant that he was already one of the lucky few. More people were lying on the ground without breath, letting their own blood flow in the snow, dyeing the surroundings a bright red.

More Soviet soldiers raised their hands and walked towards the positions that were just thrown to the Germans not far behind. They even threw their weapons on the ground, no matter how much the political workers prayed, they ignored them. Frightened by the waves of German attack, they feared to fight these opponents again, afraid to face again the bloody experience they had already lived through.

There is more and more blood in the snow, and it seems that it will never dry up. The blood melts the white snow and seeps into the soil, as if it cannot be separated from this land. Before the bloodstains had completely dried up, the tracks of the German tanks had already rolled over, followed by the iconic cotton leather boots of the German Army. Row after row of German soldiers wearing white camouflage, carrying guns and ammunition, headed towards the distant place. The goal at the office continues to take its own steps.

Alice lifted the hatch above her head, exposing her head and looking at the corpses twisted into strange shapes by the roadside, with no expression on her face. Compared with the time when she first came to the front line and vomited when she saw a dead body, she has now "progressed" to the point where she can look at the broken corpse and eat canned fish stewed with tomatoes.