Seven Hundred and Thirty-Four Dying Struggles

"Grenade!" Looking at the machine gun bunker that was constantly spraying flames and had already claimed the lives of many German soldiers, the German military officer who led the charge ordered loudly: "Cover! Cover and drop bombs!"

Several German soldiers raised their weapons and pulled the trigger at the shooting hole not far away. Gunshots rang out intensively, and the nasty shooting hole was covered by a sheet of white smoke, but with this brief burst of violent fire, the opponent's firepower was indeed suppressed.

Several German grenadiers who had already pulled out the safety ring of the grenade threw out the grenades in their hands vigorously. After drawing a beautiful arc in the sky, these iron melons landed on the ground not far from the machine gun bunker.

As loud explosions came one after another, the ground shook violently and the smoke rose, causing everyone to cover their heads and make subconscious evasion movements. The Soviet Red Army inside the bunker was so choked by the dust that rushed into the firing holes that they couldn't keep their eyes open, and they didn't know what kind of terrible things the enemy on the opposite side was preparing.

Seeing that the smoke from the grenade blocked the sight of the bunker's firing holes, the German engineers began to approach their target. A German flamethrower operator with two fuel bottles on his back aimed the launcher in his hand. own goals.

The Type 35 flamethrower he was carrying was a new type of individual flamethrower with a range of 30 meters and a weight of almost 31 kilograms. It was a veritable big guy. Carrying this thing to attack is not an easy task. Under normal circumstances, few German soldiers like to use this bulky weapon.

However, because of the attack on the Crimean fortress group, Manstein found this inflexible unit from various German armies, and because the highland Soviet defenders who were going to attack today built a large number of bunkers, so Manstein Tyne has deliberately enhanced this fearsome close-range suppression weapon for his troops.

Anyone who has seen the flamethrower launch will definitely be so shocked by this terrible weapon that the hairs stand on end. This weapon can be called a defensive offensive terminator at a distance of 30 meters, and its impact on the morale of the enemy is immeasurable. Moreover, the ferocity of this weapon attack also makes people not have much favor for it. During the First World War, Britain and France once ordered that soldiers who caught the German army using flamethrowers could be shot on the spot without leaving any future troubles.

"Hurry up and fire! The Germans are coming up! Hurry up! Hurry up!" Inside the bunker, the sergeant commander of the Soviet garrison yelled loudly, but because the smoke from the grenade explosion affected the vision, the supplementary shooting Kong's Soviet machine gunners really didn't know where to shoot.

In the end, the sergeant's roar made him bite the bullet and pull the trigger. The bullets of the machine gun spewed out again, flying around with tracer bullets. He kept firing, as if he wanted to use this method to expel the fear in his heart. . In far away Russia, there are his children and his wife, and he doesn't want to die here, as a pile of minced meat that no one cares about, rotting and disappearing in this world.

The inexplicable sense of despair made him a little hysterical,

He squeezed the trigger, shaking the barrel of the machine gun back and forth, hoping to drive away the Germans facing him. In fact, a few hours ago, he already knew that the Germans had blocked their escape route, and all he did now was just dying.

surrender? Maybe it's the only way out, but if I raise my hands, will the comrades behind me shoot without hesitation and kill myself, a cowardly traitor? The great leader, Comrade Stalin, hates traitors the most. If his wife and children are sent to Siberia, it will be terrible...

While he was firing, he was thinking about these questions indiscriminately, and behind him, some Soviet soldiers were loading ammunition to the machine gun, some were busy taking care of the wounded who were bleeding continuously, and some had already started to arrange the rifles piled in the corner. The sergeant waved the pistol in his hand, clamoring to fight for the motherland to the last moment.

Not far in front of the bunker, the shooter of the German flamethrower had already aimed at the approximate position of the firing hole. It seemed that the world suddenly became quiet. He pressed the valve device for firing without hesitation, and the compressed gas in the cylinder It was sprayed out from the shooting port with fuel, then ignited by the burning flame, and sprayed towards the shooting hole of the bunker more than 20 meters away.

The Soviet soldier in the bunker who was shooting with a machine gun saw that his eyes were getting brighter and brighter. The dazzling flame penetrated the thick smoke raised by the grenade and spewed towards him. He was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes. But it seems that all of this is too late. A hot feeling came from his face, and the burning pain became all his memories, until he lost all senses, the biting burning sensation became the only thing he could feel.

Hot fuel was poured into the shooting hole, and then spewed out from the door behind the bunker with a powerful spreading ability, filling all the space inside the bunker in an instant, igniting the clothes of everyone inside, burning Scorch the skin of everyone inside.

A Soviet soldier who was surrounded by flames stumbled out from the back door of the bunker. He twisted his body, endured great pain, and struggled to escape to the distance at the door, but he only took two steps. Afterwards, he fell to the ground due to pain and exhaustion, and because his muscles were scorched and contracted by the fire, his whole body shrank together, and the screams were clearly heard even by the German soldiers in the distance.

The second Soviet soldier who climbed out of the bunker only sent his upper body out of the gate of the bunker. When he was alive, he seemed to want to stay away from this hell on earth, but he couldn't do it in the end. Soon the corpse turned into a pile of charred charcoal, and only a hard black lump in the shape of a human could be vaguely seen.

Facing a machine gun bunker that has become a hell on earth, the German grenadiers no longer need to maintain their restraint and caution. They jumped up from the ground, holding their weapons, and rushed towards the once insurmountable goal , while charging, loudly shouted the slogan of victory in German: "Long live victory!"

In the trench on the top of the mountain, a Soviet soldier poked his head out. He saw not far away, that bunker with a tricky angle and easy to defend was captured by the Germans. He watched with his own eyes the burning Soviet soldiers struggling fell to the ground and died. Holding his rifle, the Soviet soldier swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and along with his comrades-in-arms, pulled the bolt to load the bullet.

"We were ordered to reinforce the bunker on the mountainside! How is the situation now?" asked an officer running along the trench with a gun. Behind him, a dozen soldiers followed, and two of them carried light machine guns. Several soldiers were carrying machine gun ammunition boxes, their eyes full of fear and confusion.

The Soviet officer in charge of the trench smiled wryly and pointed to the bunker on the mountainside, where flames were coming out of the back door, and asked, "Are you sure you were ordered to support that bunker?"

"I think, yes!" Looking at the back door of the bunker not far away where the flames had not been extinguished, the Soviet officer who came to reinforce his face was pale, and the soldiers behind him all stretched their necks and looked at the lost positions in the distance. Seeing the tragic situation above, I was too scared to speak.

Losing the cover of the bunkers, the Soviet soldiers in the surrounding trenches began to collapse. Some of them jumped out of the trenches and were shot from behind by the Germans before running two steps up the hill. They fell face down on the ground. He fired back in the trench, and within two shots, he was hit in the head by a bullet, spewing out a large amount of blood, and died tragically.

No one needs to say anything, everyone knows that the position on the mountainside has changed hands, because they have seen German grenadiers leaping cautiously into the trenches, and began to drive the Soviet Red Army who was already in a retreat. These Soviet Red Army were driven out of their own On the way back, they were knocked down one by one by the Germans like a target.

"Boom!" Before the Soviet soldiers on the top of the mountain had seen enough of the tragedy in front of them, the unlucky thing happened to them themselves. A round of German mortar shells fell down, densely hitting the soldiers near them. Shrapnel flew in all directions, followed by screams and wailing. The poor soldier lost his life before he could figure out what was going on.

The Soviet Red Army on the top of the mountain began to use their own weapons to fire at the German soldiers on the mountainside, but their position was obviously not as bad as that of the machine gun bunker. Soon a round of heavy German artillery shells hit the Soviet Red Army positions on the top of the mountain. With the help of the black smoke from the shell explosion, German soldiers rushed to the top of the mountain. Hand-to-hand combat broke out in some places, but there were continuous gunshots in more places.

On the front of a huge turret on the top of the mountain, two Soviet 210mm cannons are firing fiercely at the German positions in the distance. Because of the lack of observation means, the threat of these two cannons to the German army is not very great. The German offensive forces caused a lot of trouble, but after the Germans broke into the Soviet positions, the two cannons lost their due effect.

So the two cannons poured out the stored ammunition crazily in a short amount of time. The Soviet defenders on the top of the mountain could not last long. They had to cause as many casualties as possible to the German army-the so-called dying struggle, that's all.

Not long after, a swastika flag was erected on the top of the high ground, and the cheers of the German army's victory resounded through the sky. Manstein stood on the edge of the crenel of the temporary headquarters, looking at the swastika flag fluttering in the wind , raised the corner of his mouth and laughed: "The victory belongs to me in the end, Voroshirov, now it's your turn to make a move, let me see what the Soviet Marshal can do!"