Eight Hundred and Forty-Four Important Pictures

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It is one of the few buildings in Smolensk that still stands tall, and it is also a temple that will never collapse in the hearts of all the Soviet troops standing in Smolensk. (Baidu search website updates the fastest and most stable) Please search () to see the most complete! Every brick and tile there is soaked with the blood of Soviet soldiers, and every stone there is covered with mottled bullets.

After a burst of rapid gunfire, just across the street, a machine gun position set up by the German army has established a firm foothold here. More than a dozen German soldiers followed an armored vehicle with a machine gun turret on it. After crossing the street corner, the 20mm cannon on the armored vehicle mercilessly harvested the lives of Soviet soldiers.

Several Soviet soldiers crossed the street carrying their own weapons. The German bullets swept along with them. The ammunition hit the ground splashed a white smoke. As the white smoke rose, everyone except the leading Soviet soldier Except for the soldiers, the rest of the poor people were all pierced by bullets, and they just lay down in the middle of the road.

People die every minute and every second. Running from one side of the street to the other side of the street will cost a few soldiers or even a dozen soldiers. The water supply and power supply of the blocks defended by the Soviet defenders have been stopped. The Germans even used Heavy artillery destroyed many large settlements to prevent Soviet soldiers from using their garrison strength. As the battle progressed, the situation here got worse and worse.

Resistance has crumbled, as most lines of communication have been destroyed. The German Stuka 2 bombers accurately bombed the city according to the location where the special forces deliberately provoked the battle, and easily destroyed many Soviet command nodes. This style of play made the Soviet troops even lose effective control of their subordinates for a short period of time, allowing the German army to easily separate them and break them one by one.

But the Soviet army, which had lost its unified command, still used their instincts to stick to their positions. They fought repeatedly with the German army in every street and block, and fought until the last one did not give up. After all, there are tens of thousands of Soviet main forces here, and they truly represent the courage of the Soviet elite to fight to the death.

Regrettably, it is unwise to use your body to collide with the German army who is armed to the teeth with steel. The German army used their superior firepower to drive the Soviet army out of the rooms and buildings they were guarding, and methodically cleaned up the stubborn Soviet soldiers in Smolensk Kerry.

"Kuris! Did you see that building? We're going to put the military flag on the roof of that building! You lead people there! I'll arrange machine guns and rocket launchers to cover you! Do you understand?" A company commander leaned on On the wall at the corner of the street, he pointed to the tall building in the distance. It is impossible to verify what kind of building it is in Smolensk, but it has withstood the bombardment and has not collapsed until now.

In the courtyard of this building, beside a trench, a Maxim machine gun in the hands of a Soviet soldier is spraying hot flames.

He and his deputy shooter tried to prevent the German troops from crossing the street. The front not far from him was already full of corpses of the Soviet Red Army's own people.

At this point in the battle, there is no time and no one has the energy to deal with those cold corpses. They treat the corpses of their comrades-in-arms and the corpses of the enemy as the soil under their feet, ignore them at all, and calmly stand beside the corpses. Shoot and fire, not even looking at the bodies that grimaced as they died in agony.

"Over there! Over there! The Germans are coming! The German infantry is approaching! Be careful!" The deputy shooter pointed at the two German soldiers who were bending over and rushing over from the other side, screaming loudly. Not far from him, two soldiers with rifles who were firing non-stop quickly turned their muzzles. After all, their responsibility was to cover the flanks of this heavy machine gun.

"Boom!" There was a gunshot, and a bullet flew from nowhere, and hit the head of the deputy shooter, blood splashed everywhere, and the Soviet heavy machine gun stopped firing. German snipers seemed to be everywhere in the city, knocking down Soviet morale and killing large numbers of Soviet soldiers, often opening the way for German attacking forces.

In some barricade battles, a German sniper even killed more than a dozen Soviet machine gunners in a row, so that the Soviet defenders finally had to give up the battle with the Germans for these barricades. There were also some snipers in the Soviet Union who participated in counter-production warfare. Unfortunately, due to the absolute disadvantage in numbers, these snipers did not achieve as dazzling a record as their German counterparts.

"Thuk! Thuk!" The heavy machine gun roared again and hit a German grenadier who was trying to get close. However, this machine gun position is destined not to be arrogant for long, because more German troops are waiting on the other side of the street. They want something to wait for.

Three war correspondents were installing their camera equipment behind a concealed low wall, and beside them, several German soldiers were also loading ammunition for the Tekken bazooka. These journalists were from the propaganda department of the German army, and they were here to shoot documentaries about the war.

The camera was shaking in the hail of bullets, and it was aimed at two German soldiers. One German soldier carried the prepared Iron Fist bazooka on his shoulder and adjusted the angle, while the other was doing the same thing. The German soldiers watching from the side shouted numbers loudly to get them ready to shoot, and the picture looked very tense.

With an order, the two people leaned out of the low wall at the same time, and the Iron Fist rocket launchers on their shoulders also flew out one after the other. A puff of white smoke emerged from the tail of the tube-shaped Iron Fist rocket launcher, covering most of the cameras. lens. From the beginning to the end, the reporter who was carrying the camera was just filming the two anti-tank bazooka launchers beside him, and he didn't even dare to try to take pictures of the opposite side.

But in this way, there was still an unsatisfactory accident. A bullet hit the bazooka steel plate directly in front of the German soldier carrying the bazooka to protect his face. It bounced off the edge of the iron plate and flew out, leaving only a spark , The German anti-tank soldier who was shooting was so frightened that he threw away his weapon and fell down in a hurry.

"Damn! Someone's been shot! Someone's been shot!" A reporter was so frightened that he dropped the camera in his hand and shouted loudly. The camera that fell to the ground accurately recorded his panicked appearance, It is a pity that the photography technology of this era cannot record sound at the same time.

"It's all right! I'm all right!" The lying German soldier said he was safe, and then slowly sat up against the low wall: "The bullet almost hit me! God bless!"

Black smoke from the explosion had already risen from the Soviet machine gun position on the opposite side. After the German army had the support of heavy weapons, of course it easily destroyed the Soviet fortifications. That direction was shot, so the two cameras started to angle and point their shots at places they hadn't been able to point at just now.

A place full of sandbags there was billowing black smoke, and an MG42 machine gun erected by the German army in the distance was firing violently to cover the attack of the German troops. The tracer bullets swept in a straight line towards the direction of the Soviet defenders, looking very dazzling. More than a dozen German soldiers hunched over and quickly ran past the camera lens with their rifles in their hands. Braving the hail of bullets, they rushed towards the building held by the Soviet army in the distance.

"My God! This is the real battle! This is the real battlefield! It's so shocking! It's so shocking!" A reporter stood up and shouted excitedly. He saw the shocking pictures he took. He was in Berlin Fame in photography is definitely within reach.

A bullet flew from nowhere and hit his chest. The bullet passed through his right shoulder close to his chest, shattered his bones and flew out from behind him with flesh and blood, spewing another The reporter looked. Before he could yell out, two German soldiers had already thrown them down respectively.

"Are you crazy? This is a battlefield! If you stand up, your head will be smashed!" The German officer in charge of receiving these reporters supported his helmet and cursed loudly: "Medical soldier! Medical soldier! There is a fool who was beaten bingo!"

"I was hit? Why can't I feel the pain? Am I really hit?" The reporter whose face was splashed with the blood of his comrades yelled loudly, groping around with his hands, trying to find The place where I was pierced by a bullet. His voice was already trembling, as if he felt that he was about to die.

The German officer held the guy down and shouted helplessly: "If you were hit by a bullet, you would have no chance to fumble with your hands. It was your companion who was hit! You idiot."

The photojournalist who was hit didn't yell, but just looked at the people around him in horror. He felt something flowing from his shoulder, but he couldn't feel where his arm went . He stretched out his left arm and grabbed the sleeve of a German soldier, and said, "Am I dying! Am I dying!"

"Your shoulder was hit by a bullet, but your life shouldn't be in any danger...you help him press the tourniquet! Press it! Press hard! Blood is spurting out!" The medical soldier on the side yelled loudly while treating the wound Said to him: "Tell me what your name is, and tell me about your hometown!"

"My name is... well, help me pack the camera, the picture there is very important! I want to go back to Berlin! You can prove that this picture is not a staged shot, but a real battle scene!" The photojournalist opened his eyes wide asked.