Seven Hundred and Eighty Ninth Battle of Kharkov
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Before the soldiers cheered for victory, another Ukrainian T-26 tank was destroyed by a hidden anti-tank gun, and the double-mounted self-propelled anti-aircraft gun that was still majestic just now was also destroyed by A landmine was hit, the track was blown off, and it was paralyzed beside the road. Baidu search for Geili Literature Network {We don't write novels, we are just web text porters-?Net>[hua. The update is fast, the website pages are refreshing, and there are few advertisements. I like this kind of website the most. It must be praised]...
More Ukrainian soldiers jumped over the damaged tank and charged towards the building across the street. The opponent's heavy machine guns began to roar, and one after another soldiers fell on the way forward. In the end, these advancing soldiers retreated to where they came from, hiding behind the paralyzed chariots and fighting back non-stop.
Soon, the paralyzed anti-aircraft gun was once again powerful. It turned its open turret and pointed the muzzle of the machine gun at the distant building. After an order, the densely packed machine gun shells It flew towards the building in the distance, leaving a row of bowl-sized holes on the thick wall.
Accompanied by such fierce firepower, the Ukrainian soldiers once again launched a frenzied attack. Braving the enemy's artillery fire and bullets, they crossed the street as they wished, rushed into the building, and wiped out the remains after being slaughtered by anti-aircraft guns inside. A dozen Soviet soldiers turned into corpses lying on the ground.
War, for an artilleryman, is to load artillery shells one by one into the artillery, and then 'shoot' it into the enemy's position. For them, killing is constantly stuffing a copper metal cylinder into something like a chimney, and then ringing the 'excitement' device. They couldn't see how terrifying the shells they fired, couldn't see the bloody corpses, and couldn't see the stumps and broken arms flying in the sky.
If someone has experienced war and served in some arms that did not have to experience the flames of war, it is definitely favored by God. After all, it is a very happy thing to celebrate after experiencing the war without having to experience the blood of that kind of cruel fighting.
Modern warfare is more and more like playing games. Soldiers press a button and they can 'shoot' missiles to directly destroy targets hundreds of kilometers away. This description, which can only appear in mythology in the past, is now It has become an ordinary tactical method. But at the beginning of March 1939, even though there were traversers like Akado who improved the technological level of warfare, soldiers still needed to fight face to face.
Yes, in face-to-face fighting, soldiers on both sides hold their own weapons and 'insert' sharp bayonets, and use the most primitive method to determine the outcome of the war. In the streets and alleys of Kharkov, it seems that the past civilization of human beings and high-end war technology are all insulated from here.
The soldiers here are following the method that started in the Middle Ages to decide who has the right to continue to survive.
In the trench, a Soviet soldier was holding his own Mosin Nagant rifle with a shining bayonet hanging from the tip of the gun. He has a focused expression, holds the rifle meticulously in both hands, and keeps his eyes on the enemy across the way.
He couldn't help being careless, because the young Ukrainian man on the opposite side was looking at him fiercely. The Ukrainian soldier held a Mauser 98k rifle in his hand, and a sharp knife was also stuck in the tip of the gun.
On the head of the Soviet soldier, there was a flipped fur hat. He was wearing a light green and somewhat yellow military coat with an armed belt tied outside the coat. He looked very capable; and this Ukrainian On the soldier's head is an m35 steel helmet that has been simplified in production. He is wearing a short German military uniform, with his own woolen gloves on his hands.
"Traitor!" The Soviet soldier suddenly roared, and then rushed towards the opponent with his bayonet in his hand. He used the simplest assassination fighting technique, straightened his upper body, and lunged forward. In front of him, the gun went straight to assassinate him.
The cold and sharp bayonet came at the Ukrainian soldier. He used his own gun to push away the opponent's bayonet, followed by an evasive movement, and staggered his position close to him. The two circled half a circle and returned to the stage of confrontation.
The Soviet soldier knew he didn't have much time. When the rest of the Ukrainian soldiers in the trench stalled the situation and the second wave of enemy troops rushed into the trench, he had no choice but to die whether he surrendered or fled. So he shouted again, raised his bayonet and stabbed his enemy.
The young Ukrainian boy once again used his bayonet to block the point of the opponent's stabbing knife, then swung the butt of the gun, and the butt of the gun hit the opponent's shoulder. The Soviet soldier staggered a few steps to one side.
Although the Ukrainian soldier was young, he also knew the principle of chasing after victory. He raised his foot and kicked the opponent's thigh supporting his body before he regained his balance. The Soviet soldier obviously didn't expect that he would be so defeated. He was caught off guard and was kicked on the 'leg' by the Ukrainian soldier, and then fell down.
The Ukrainian soldier held his own bayonet and did not leave any chance for this opponent. He followed the fallen Soviet soldier and pushed the bayonet on his rifle into the Soviet soldier's chest inside.
The bright red blood flowed out from the blood groove on the bayonet, instantly staining the coat of the Soviet soldier red. The sharp point of the knife pierced into the skin, as easy as cutting tofu, and the splashed blood was more like blooming A beautiful little 'flower'.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Ukrainian soldier 'drawn' his bayonet from the Soviet soldier's body, and then chose a position to 'insert' it in coherently. Blood spattered onto the gray-green German uniform on his body, but he didn't care. Seeing the Soviet soldier drop the gun unwillingly, his painful eyes became blurred before he drew out his bayonet again.
"Soviet Union..." The Soviet soldier uttered such a word with a mouth full of blood foam, then closed his eyes, his arms drooped weakly, and fell on the cold ground. move. And the Ukrainian soldier is hurrying to reload the last ammunition in his armed belt at this moment.
And not far from where the bayonet saw red, a Soviet soldier had just killed a young Ukrainian soldier with a shovel, and was panting heavily, looking for something. It is possible that he is looking for his next target, maybe he is looking for a route to escape.
But don't bother about what he is looking for, because the Ukrainian soldier who has loaded the bullet here has already picked up his rifle and aimed at the poor enemy in the distance. He pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out. It landed on the opponent's chest, ending the process of that person's constant search for something.
Put down your rifle, pull the upper bolt hard, eject the cartridge case and put the next bullet into the chamber, pick up your rifle, aim, and press the front sight on a Soviet soldier who is confronting others not far away On the soldier, he fired decisively, shooting the bullet into that unlucky guy's body, and then repeated the action.
The Ukrainian soldier seemed to be able to hear his own breathing. More Ukrainian soldiers jumped into the trench and ran past him. Some jumped into the trench and shot with their guns, rushing through under cover. The other friendly soldiers in the trench were followed by other Soviet soldiers in the trench who were shot and fell. Some raised their hands high, but they were still shot through their heads.
No one asked about the health, no one stopped, the cold air made the breath tinged with white smoke, under the cold steel helmet, there were faces flushed with excessive adrenaline secretion.
Kharkov, which was supposed to be the grave of German armored soldiers, has now become an infantry hell. Blood was flowing everywhere, making the city look extraordinarily bright red. On the square, the marble statue of Lenin was pulled down by a group of Ukrainian soldiers with a rope, fell to the surrounding flower beds, and was broken into pieces, and those Ukrainian soldiers who were still smiling and putting ropes on the statue just now, followed by a group of Ukrainian soldiers. Individuals had their heads smashed by Soviet snipers.
The retaliatory artillery fire soon fell on all the buildings and streets nearby. Several 75mm infantry field guns poured their ammunition frantically, and greeted all the buildings near the small square. Some buildings collapsed cleanly, becoming a pile of ruins with no visible original appearance, and some buildings only had one wall standing alone, like a tombstone, desolate and hopeless.
Soldiers of the Wansu Army were ordered to station here and use their flesh and blood to stop the German tanks. Thousands of Ukrainian soldiers were ordered to attack here and use their blood and will to occupy the city. The two sides are trying their best here, both for the fate of a country, but one is to hope that this country will live forever, and the other is to hope that this country will perish.
"It's such a waste of time to bombard the city center with heavy artillery to let them know that this is the way to fight the war!" An Italian military officer put down the binoculars in his hand and pointed to the continuous fire and smoke in the distance city, said grimly.
Following his order, the large-caliber heavy artillery transported by the Italian army from thousands of miles away roared. These heavy artillery made up for the lack of heavy weapons of the Ukrainian army, and the whole city began to tremble due to the falling shells.
At sunset, the battle continued brutally. No one gave up their mission because of the passage of time, or the arrival of darkness. The cannons are still roaring, and the shells are still destroying one building after another into flat ground or even deep pits.
And to the east of the city, the Wansu army withdrawn from Kharkov is on their way day and night, hoping to get ahead of Guderian and retreat behind the Caucasus line of defense, so as to fight for a glimmer of hope for the Soviet Union to survive WWW .GEILIWX.COM happy reading every day