Seven Hundred and Seventy Six Out
"Mobilize the troops that can be found, and let them gather behind the eastern defense line on standby! Let the two battalions of the Marine Corps move together! Give them enough ammunition. Make arrangements, and I will lead the team myself." Khrushchev After thinking it through, he immediately stood up. After he gave the order, after everyone left his room, he walked behind the desk and opened the large horizontal drawer.
Inside was a beautifully crafted box. When opened, it was a pistol with carved patterns. It was a reward given to Stalin after Khrushchev eliminated Yezhov during the Great Purge. The pistol rests alone in the recess, next to the magazine, and a row of bullets.
He pulled out the magazine from the groove, then picked up a bullet from the box, awkwardly stuffed the bullet into the magazine, then repeated the action, picked up the second bullet, and stuffed it into the magazine again. Probably because he hadn't played with the gun for too long, the bullet slipped from his fingertips and fell onto the solid wood desk, making a clanging sound.
With the sound of gurgling, the bullet rolled down to the side of a pile of documents, and stopped against a file bag. Khrushchev smiled helplessly, picked up the bullet, and put it into the magazine again. After a while, he loaded all the bullets in the magazine, and then he took the pistol out of the box again, and stuffed the magazine into the pistol.
After finishing all this, he raised his head and walked around his office, carefully looking at the map hanging on the wall, as well as the national flag and the portrait of Lenin. When he walked to the core of the wall and saw a black space above it, he was stunned for a moment. There used to be a place where Stalin's photo was hung, but it was taken off after he arrived here, and the traces were still there.
Some things, even if they are taken off the wall, but their traces are still there, lingering, like the haze in the heart, always remembered when people don't want to think about it. Khrushchev stared at the trace for a long time, until someone knocked on the door and came in, reminding him that everything was ready, and he withdrew his gaze.
He turned around, followed his secretary and adjutant out of the room, then looked at the commander of the Sevastopol defense system waiting for him outside the door, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: " I won't use this office anymore, I put the key on the table, I lead people to break out in the direction of Kerch, it doesn't matter whether it succeeds or not, here, now I leave it to you to command."
"Comrade Khrushchev! I follow you for a reason and break through with you! If you give an order, the whole army can follow you to break through. We can gather at least 50,000 troops. If we attack desperately, we will let you arrive Kerch, I think it is still possible." The commander excitedly held Khrushchev's palm and said firmly.
"No need, Comrade Commander, I have assembled the elite marines, and they will attack with me. I hope this attack will not be in vain, hope." Khrushchev finished,
He turned around and left, leaving behind the general who stood there for a while without being able to say a word.
"Stand at attention!" On the ground, some Soviet sailors in sea soul shirts clenched their rifles, and Khrushchev, surrounded by a group of soldiers, came to the center of the marines. He looked at his subordinates, and said loudly firmly: "I often give speeches, but I don't want to say anything more today. I will personally lead everyone to fight back against the German army. Let's go."
"Wow!" All the soldiers raised their rifles again and saluted Khrushchev, and then these soldiers followed Khrushchev and set off towards their forward positions.
Romankosh Mountain was a difficult barrier for the German army, and it was also an insurmountable natural danger for the Soviet defenders. The surrender of the Soviet defenders gave the Germans enough time to repair the defense system above. With the help of elite German grenadiers, the strength here has completely exceeded everyone's imagination.
A German soldier held a rifle in his hand and watched the movement on the Soviet position. Soon he discovered the situation, because one after another the Soviets jumped out of their trenches and charged towards the high ground he controlled. There was no thundering cry like in the past, and the attacking Soviet troops were silent, but their momentum was even more fierce.
He quietly pulled the bolt with his hand and loaded the bullet into the chamber. As a later expanded unit, the general infantry under Manstein mostly used Mauser 98K rifles in their hands. The firepower density cannot keep up with the high-low combination of the main force G43 and MP-44, but it is better in range and accuracy.
After the soldier loaded the bullet, he aimed at a Soviet soldier on the opposite side, pressed the front sight on the soldier's torso, and then pulled the trigger. "Boom!" There was a gunshot, and the bullet accurately hit the Soviet Red Army on the opposite side, causing blood to splatter from his body.
"Boom!" Not far from him, another German soldier also fired his gun. Farther away, more German soldiers fired their rifles, and dense bullets flew towards the Soviet Union. In an instant, many Soviet soldiers were shot and fell.
The Soviet soldiers began to charge back while holding their rifles. Several Soviet soldiers pushed the Maxim heavy machine gun with wheels to a rock that could be used as a cover. They set up the machine guns and began to shoot wildly at the German positions. bullet.
The battle quickly entered a fierce stage. The Marine Corps of the Soviet Red Army has a high cultural quality and is well trained. It is a rare elite in the Soviet Army. These soldiers have high combat quality and can quickly organize attacks. Surprising casualties can still continue to fight.
Of course, on the opposite side of them, the defenders on the German position were not a mob. The troops under Manstein's command had already experienced the tempering of the entire Crimean Battle, and it could be said that they had become elites with rich combat experience. They didn't lose their footing because of the fierce attack of the Soviet troops. On the contrary, they are just starting to warm up now.
Soon, a hidden MG42 machine gun position attacked from a corner of the flank. The tracer bullets swept the entire Soviet offensive battle group from the side with a hail of bullets. The dense bullets cut the Soviet soldiers like a saw, and sometimes they could fly their arms. Break the entire thigh.
This machine gun suddenly joined the battle, and before the Soviet soldiers could react, they suffered huge casualties, and then the German mortars began to join in this grand welcome ceremony. The crowd of Soviet soldiers jumped up, and there were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere. The screams of Soviet soldiers kept coming and going, and the whole battlefield was like hell.
With the support of a guard, Khrushchev staggered forward. There were already many corpses of the Soviet Red Army lying under his feet, so he could only struggle forward on the uphill road with one foot deep and one foot shallow. OK. Bullets flew past him, and a soldier who was guarding not far from him was hit in the neck. Blood splashed and fell to Khrushchev's feet, blood staining his trousers.
"..." Khrushchev glanced at the soldier who was still waiting with his eyes struggling, and for the first time knew how bloody and cruel it was to attack the enemy's position. His heart was full of remorse and self-blame. Only now did he know how cruel it was to stand behind and let the soldiers continue to attack regardless of casualties. He felt uneasy about his ignorance back then, and this immersive battlefield fight made his body tremble involuntarily.
It's not fear, it's just a physiological phenomenon caused by pure adrenaline secretion. He raised his head and continued to move forward regardless of everything. He knew that he had to move forward. Only in this way would his life be considered perfect. No matter how he Khrushchev can not retreat, no matter what, he must be responsible for his life.
"Boom!" A bullet hit the guard supporting Khrushchev, the bullet pierced his chest, and blood spattered Khrushchev's face. The guard fell down unwillingly, and because he pulled Khrushchev's arm, Khrushchev was also staggered.
"Bah!" Just as Khrushchev was struggling to stand up, a bullet hit his thigh, and the piercing pain instantly entered his brain, and now he had no capital to move on. , could only sway for a while, and sat next to the body of his own guard.
The gunfire gradually faded away, and there were fewer and fewer Soviet soldiers charging forward. This attack was not a large-scale attack in the first place, and the German army on the opposite side did not even ask for larger-scale artillery support. They didn't know that there was a big man among the enemy troops who attacked this time, and they didn't take special care of the former Soviet big man.
Khrushchev sat leaning against the corpse, raised his head and raised his pistol. He couldn't see the German soldiers fighting back from the trenches. He just blindly pulled his trigger in the direction of the German army and fired a single shot. Then a shot.
Eventually he ran out of bullets in his pistol, but he held the trigger and let the pistol click. He just simply repeated his movements, watching the Soviet soldiers rushing forward with their backs turned to him, falling under the German bullets.
"Bah!" A bullet flew from nowhere and hit Khrushchev on the right side of his chest. He opened his mouth wide and shouted, and blood flowed from his mouth and the wound. At this moment, he suddenly thought of Ye Ruofu who was lying in a pool of blood, and finally knew what it was like for him at that time.
Khrushchev died on February 17, 1939, and Sevastopol surrendered a day later.