Seven Hundred and Sixty-Six People with Firm Beliefs

As he crawled towards the rifle, he saw the bloody comrade on the anti-aircraft gun position. The man finally wiped the blood off his face, but found that beside him was a No. 3 assault gun. Slowly opened the past. And several German grenadiers have spotted this poor man and are pointing at him with various guns in their hands.

"I still have a wife and children at home! Let me go! I beg you." The Soviet artilleryman begged wailingly. No one wants to die in a cold trench, and no one wants to end their life just like that. After all, there are only a small number of people who regard death as home, and those who hope to live are normal people.

"What is he talking about? Does anyone here understand Russian?" A German veteran with an MP-44 assault rifle turned around and asked his comrades around him. He was a squad leader and was in charge of commanding the troops to cover the No. 3 assault vehicle in front of him. gun. This is a rare advanced equipment in the hands of their m group army. When attacking strong fortifications such as bunkers, there is a big difference between having this thing and not having it.

"I don't know, maybe this is what he is trying to persuade you to believe in communism. These Soviets are all dangerous elements, and their brains have been burned by Stalin." A young soldier held his Mauser 98k rifle, said to the people around him with a smile.

"Hehe." "Haha." The German soldiers around laughed. In their hearts, what the young man said was right. The brains of the Soviets were burned. Fighting is no different from a group of psychopaths.

This position is very open and flat, and the German bombers dropped a large number of napalm bombs, burning the entire battlefield. So this attack was not difficult for the German army, and they didn't even encounter any decent resistance. Almost all the Soviet soldiers here were wounded, and most of them could only wait for the arrival of the Germans, without even the ability to fight back with weapons.

The Soviet soldier who had just escaped into the trench simply closed his eyes and began to play dead. His courage has been frightened, and he can't move his mind to resist. In his opinion, as long as he lay down like this, he could escape such a terrible disaster.

"Boom!" A middle-aged German soldier picked up his G43 semi-automatic rifle and shot the head of the Soviet man who was sitting on the ground begging for mercy. He looked at the soldiers around him who still had smiles on their faces, and said seriously: "Don't make fun of your opponents, give them dignity, so that you will get the treatment you deserve at the same time. Continue to search and take the uninjured The Soviets gather and send them back to the rear!"

"Of course! Sir!" The young soldiers who had been laughing for a long time quickly put away their smiles, put on a serious face, and began to look for any Soviets who were pretending to be dead. They carefully rummaged around the anti-aircraft gun position. Two people pointed at the damaged anti-aircraft gun, as if they were commenting on the scrap metal that was destroyed without doing anything.

Your brains are on fire! You come to our hometown,

Shoot us, drop bombs, and say our brains were burned by Stalin? If we don't resist, then our brains will be burnt! Cursing in his head, the Soviet veteran squirmed forward again, getting closer to the gun, and he knew the Germans were getting closer.

"You have your firm beliefs, and I have mine too. You believe that your head of state can bring you victory, but what I believe in is simpler, that is, whoever hits me, I will hit back!" Whispering, approaching the weapon in front of him.

Someone killed his neighbor who joined the army with him, and someone killed his good friend in the army. As a man, he should take up his own weapon and avenge these friends and familiar people. This is a man's responsibility. It is also the persistence of a veteran.

"It's a pity that I don't have any skills. I don't know how to make wreaths or make coffins, so I can't bury you and pray for your souls." The veteran stretched out his arm and pressed his palm on the strap of the gun: " But I can kill, I can shoot, so I should avenge you, I should..."

He pulled the strap on the gun with difficulty, pulled the Mosin Nagant back to his side, looked at the clip, there were indeed bullets in it, he pulled the bolt, and loaded a bullet into the The barrel of the gun, then leaned against a rock and started aiming with the front sight.

On the anti-aircraft gun position in the distance, two German soldiers were lighting cigarettes for each other. After they had arguing about the scrapped Soviet anti-aircraft guns, they didn't realize that the danger was not too far away from them.

The assault gun stopped after advancing tens of meters, and some German soldiers were busy filling up part of the trench so that other cars and equipment could pass through. More soldiers had climbed over some stones on both sides and approached the top of the hill.

The Soviet veteran pointed his gun at two young German soldiers who were smoking. Then he suddenly realized that shooting an idiot was a waste of opportunity, so he adjusted the angle of the rifle and put the front sight on the gunman. On the German squad leader who killed the Soviet artillery.

Before he could pull the trigger, an armored vehicle passed between the two men, blocking their view. The machine gun on the armored vehicle punched the Soviet soldier who was pretending to be dead in the middle of the trench with bullet holes all over his body, and he couldn't die anymore.

The tense muscles of the Soviet veteran relaxed, and then waited until the armored vehicle was about to move away from the angle, and made another aiming action. It's a pity that when he finished shooting, the squad leader was no longer in his original position.

"Damn it!" After cursing, the Soviet veteran adjusted his gun again and aimed at the two young German soldiers who were smoking there. He hesitated for a moment, and then aimed his gun at the Soviet soldiers who were laughing at them just now. The German soldier pressed his finger on the trigger.

"If I were you, I would throw away the gun in my hand." A cold gun barrel was pressed against the helmet of the Soviet veteran, and when he was concentrating on aiming at the German soldiers on the other side of the trench, behind him was already Passing a Panther tank, the German grenadiers following behind it had no trouble seeing the wounded Soviet soldier.

Obviously, this German soldier can speak some Russian. He is holding a Mauser 98k rifle, and he looks like a civilian soldier. The Soviet veteran did not move, because as soon as he moved, the German soldier he aimed at was out of the range he could threaten: "Do I look like a person who is afraid of death? I am very happy to kill one of you .”

"Sir, Stalin is a tyrant. He committed massacres in Ukraine, Belarus and Siberia. You don't have to fight for a devil." Soldiers who understand Russian generally have to do some work to instigate rebellion and persuade them to surrender, so they are more eloquent. a little better. When he opened his mouth, he was eloquent, and what he said sounded very reasonable.

"Then you enter other people's houses with weapons and teach another villain for the master? Then you stay and don't leave? Like Stalin, you are not the embodiment of justice." The Soviet veteran replied: "Trust me , Only God can judge everything. You, obviously can't."

"Give up your weapons and I'll send you to the field hospital behind. You may be able to go home and see your wife and children. Don't do stupid things." The German soldiers persuaded them. Meeting on the battlefield like this, if it weren't for this environment, the two of them might have been able to chat in Russian for a long time.

"I've never done anything stupid in my life, kid." The Soviet veteran laughed, and then resolutely pulled the trigger: "But at the last moment, I hope I can do it once."

"Boom!" The gunshot rang out. The German soldier did not hesitate, and it was not the first time for him to kill someone. He also buckled his own weapon, and the bullet pierced through the helmet, blowing the head of the Soviet veteran: "Boom!"

Blood splattered, and a little even splashed on the boots of the German soldiers. He looked into the distance, where a German soldier was shot and fell to the ground, and the surrounding soldiers were shouting loudly: "Hey! Someone shot! Someone was shot! Medics! We need medics!"

Fortunately, the young German soldier was only shot in the arm. The bullet flew in from the side, pierced his arm and then flew away rubbing his chest. He saved his life. When the Germans searched for the Soviet soldier who had sneaked up, they only found a body with a broken head.

"He fired the shot just now?" The leader was the squad leader carrying a G43 semi-automatic rifle. He looked at the German soldiers who were still wiping the blood on their boots, and walked up to him and asked.

"If you are talking about the Soviet soldier who injured the young soldier over there, I think it was him." The German Russian translator wiped off the blood on his shoes and looked up at the German squad leader in front of him.

"Thank you, if it weren't for you, I think we might have lost an excellent soldier." The German squad leader squeezed out a smile: "These Soviets are unwilling to lay down their weapons until they die. We have the same firm beliefs and tenacious characters.”

"The difference is that our weapons are more advanced than theirs." The German translator smiled and said, "This is war. We are for our future, and they are for theirs."

The German squad leader smiled, nodded and turned to leave. For him, there is no need to worry about what those enemies are thinking. He only needs to know that it is enough to eliminate the enemies who do not surrender.

"You don't need to thank me." The translator turned and left here as well.