Nine Hundred and Eighty Turned Into a Corpse

"Attack!" Following an order, hundreds of Soviet soldiers jumped out of their trenches and rushed towards the opposite German defensive position. Right in front of them were several farmhouses, and some suburbs had been destroyed. Ruins of buildings destroyed by shells. 【】

"I said! Did you see those buildings in front? Be careful!" While moving forward slowly, a veteran of the Soviet Red Army carefully told the young soldiers around him. They moved forward cautiously, adopting the posture of lying down if there was any disturbance.

With the support of heavy artillery, the Soviet army had a lot of confidence in their attack. They bombarded Tver, and then organized a new attack, asking an infantry regiment of thousands of people to attack along the road, hoping to open the gap in the German position. After all, this unit is just infantry retreating from near Leningrad, and they don't have so many tanks and armored vehicles.

Some main forces will have trucks and other equipment, most of which are used to tow anti-tank guns and heavy artillery. Those large-caliber artillery were either dropped and blown up halfway, or they were dragged behind the entire army because of their slow movement. Some t-26 tanks that were originally rare were either missing parts and were abandoned, or they did not dare to take them out to deal with German tanks.

Using t-26 tanks to attack a position defended by German Leopard tanks and Tiger tanks, isn't this leading a group of people to carry their own coffins to die? A commander with a little brain probably wouldn't be able to do such a wicked thing. Naturally, General Govorov would not issue such a mindless order, he was not willing to use those precious t-26 tanks to do such stupid things.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer. Maybe the German army is advancing too fast, and it is true that they did not carry a large number of artillery units, so the Soviet infantry were not covered by German artillery. Only sporadic artillery fire fell on the crowd, taking away a piece of Another piece of fresh life.

The blood flew from nowhere, and just fell on the face of the Soviet recruit. He touched it with his hand, and then he was scared out of his wits by the scarlet. The body moves forward mechanically following the surrounding soldiers, but the eyes can't help observing the friendly troops in the distance.

He seemed to want to find the source of that drop of blood, but he forgot that the bloody wretch was probably lying on the ground long ago, and it was impossible for him to find it. So he continued to follow the troops, approaching the German defensive positions step by step.

He saw that under the trenches in the distance, the tops of some of the iconic German m35 helmets were moving rapidly. He also saw behind these hastily dug trenches, the traffic trenches extending to the distance and the explosion-proof angles. As time went by, he found that he could see more and more clearly, and he could even see the gun ports that had been picked up by the German army.

"Thuk! Thuk!" Suddenly, the German army's intensive gunfire rang out, and Akado's saw sprayed out bright tracer bullets, sweeping towards the Soviet troops crazily. The surrounding soil was blown up by bullets, forcing the recruit to bend down and squint his eyes.

"Get down! You don't want to live anymore?" A veteran pushed the bewildered recruit to the ground,

Then loudly reminded the surrounding soldiers to lie down quickly: "Get down quickly! The Germans are firing! The Germans are firing!"

The originally pleasant attack immediately became extremely bloody. There were screams from being hit by bullets everywhere, and there was a corpse that was oozing blood. Everyone tried to lower their heads as much as possible, because the bullets were flying around on the ground.

"I'm shot! I'm shot!" screamed a soldier in the distance, trying to raise his arm to tell the medics where he was, but soon his arm was shot Hit, the entire wrist flew to a place not far behind. Then the unlucky guy lost his voice, and he didn't know whether he died or learned to be smart.

Seeing behind the buildings opposite, a Leopard tank walked out of the bunker and pointed its black barrel at the Soviet attacking troops. With a loud noise, the grenade fired by the tank hit the ground The center of the Soviet Red Army was blown up, and many limbs and arms were blown away.

"Retreat! Retreat!" A Soviet commander held his helmet and shouted his order with the loudest voice he could, but not far from him, another commander was Urge your subordinates to attack: "Go forward! Don't lie still! This is waiting for death! You must move quickly! Quick!"

With these shouts and the sound of guns mixed together, the battlefield appeared to be in chaos. The recruit who was pushed down by the veteran finally picked up the rifle that fell beside him, and pulled it away with trembling hands. bolt.

"Fire! Shoot! Only in this way can we suppress the firepower of the Germans! Otherwise, we will all be killed here!" Beside him, while pulling the bolt, the veteran reminded the novices around him, encouraging them to continue fighting.

"I know! I know! I'm reloading bullets! I'm just a newspaper seller...I shouldn't be here!" The Soviet recruit curled up his body, avoiding the debris on the ground that was splashed by bullets and dirt, whimpering, "I should go home! I should get out of here..."

"If you stand up now, it's no different from dying! Only by firing back can you continue to live!" The veteran aimed at the opposite position, and after firing a shot, he quickly pulled the bolt to reload his weapon. He has experienced the flames of war, so he is naturally much better than those farmers and craftsmen around him.

"Boom!" A bullet hit the corpse not far in front of the recruit, and blood spattered instantly. The recruit may have finally taken his first step in his battlefield life because he was too hysterical. He finally loaded the ammunition and fired a bullet at nowhere.

"Aim for some more and shoot again! We don't have enough ammunition!" The veteran lay there and continued to fire, but he kept muttering. He has too many demands, and what he wants people to do is too professional, so most of the people around him are still in a panic, not knowing how to face all that is happening in front of them.

That terrifying German tank looked like an invincible mammoth beast, flaunting its power and unscrupulously fired at the Soviet troops fiercely, several machine guns condescended to sweep wildly, and beat the hidden Soviet troops on the ground to corpses one by one .

These poor infantrymen couldn't push their own anti-tank guns to attack, so they really lacked effective firepower against German tanks. Facing the German tanks, they could only grit their teeth and persist, hoping that the opponent would eventually be retreated by their heroic and fearless momentum.

The dense bullets hit around these Soviet troops, sifting the lying soldiers not far in front of the Soviet recruit. A young recruit of the Soviet Red Army was right next to the person who was killed. He finally couldn't bear the great panic in his heart, struggled and shouted, got up from the ground, turned around and wanted to leave this damned place.

But in the process of getting up and turning around, he was pierced by German bullets. At least three or four bullets hit the poor man, so he fell forward, just facing the Soviet recruits behind him. To see a pale, distorted face at such close range, with steaming blood streaming from nostrils and mouth, and eyes not fully closed—the sight was truly nauseating.

The German firepower is still intensive, and the Soviet troops in the distance have begun to retreat. The recruit who managed to look away from the face of the corpse found that the gunshots from the friendly soldiers around him had become very sparse.

What made him a little relieved was that the veteran beside him was still loading ammunition for the Mosin Nagant rifle in his hand. This was the only living person he saw after he came to his senses. So he yelled at the old soldier: "Hey! Our people retreated, how do we get out of here?"

"Climb back bit by bit! What else do you think?" The old soldier turned around and replied to the only recruit who persisted beside him. He knew that after going through this baptism, this soldier would become his true comrade in arms, much more reliable than those recruits.

Before the two of them started to move their bodies backward, dense German artillery fire swept across the entire Soviet retreat direction. The dense ammunition fell on the vast area, and it only took a few breaths to turn it into a sea of ​​flames.

"It's the Friedrichshafen rockets of the German army! It's not that they don't have artillery, they are waiting for the opportunity to cause us the greatest damage..." The veteran soldier who has been through the battlefield turned his head and looked at the black smoky land behind him. He sighed in a sad tone.

"Boom!" A bullet that flew from nowhere just pierced the helmet of this Soviet veteran, and blood flowed down the veteran's forehead to cover his eyes, and then his neck drooped weakly, and the weapon in his hand A slightly obsolete rifle also slid aside.

The recruit was terrified by the death of the veteran, and the real death before his eyes, as well as the slightly illusory disaster in the distance shook his mind. He felt that he should not be against such a powerful enemy, and he felt that everything in front of him was out of control. This is the battlefield, a more real holy place for massacres, where everyone's life is not controlled by themselves, but is played by a thing called fate - it makes you live, and you continue to live in pain; it makes you die , you will die tragically in the next second.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the recruit moved his body with difficulty, slowly crawling backwards bit by bit. He didn't dare to raise his head to look at the veteran's body again, because he was afraid that a bullet would turn him into one of the countless corpses on the ground.