Chapter 1690 The Forgotten Thing

On their defensive positions, the German infantry were crazily suppressed and rubbed against the ground by the Soviet infantry who broke into the restricted area.

The huge gap in small arms has reached the point where German soldiers have almost no power to fight back. These German soldiers belonging to Army Group Center were surprised to find that the enemy they were facing now was completely different from the Russian soldiers in the past. The gap between the equipment and the guy in hand has changed so much that it has reached an earth-shaking level.

The Bobosha and Mosin Nagants that were commonly seen in the hands of Russian soldiers in the past have disappeared, replaced by a new, unprecedented type that can rapidly fire large-caliber, high-power ammunition that feels like a human hand A new weird weapon like a light machine gun, and a large number of SVT-40 semi-automatic rifles that were only partially equipped before.

The most intuitive feeling of the German soldiers was that with one shot from the firestick weapons in their hands, the Russians with the same or even smaller number of people on the opposite side could hit several bullets like a storm with a raised hand.

This kind of firepower is so fierce that even the German squad machine gun MG42 cannot compete with it. Once it gets close to a distance of about a hundred meters, the Russians will inevitably dominate the world. The light weapons in the hands of the German infantry simply cannot defeat these perverts on the opposite side. Even if you want to fight them desperately, you won't find a chance. These Russians with powerful firepower will never use bayonets if they can end the battle with bullets.

Even though all the guys in their hands were carrying shiny silver bayonets, there were very few of them with blood on them. The primitive hand-to-hand combat that used to involve charging into battle with a bayonet that saw red, and even using teeth and fists at the climax of the fight is now almost completely a thing of the past.

In the trenches, in the communication trenches, and beside the bomb craters, there were corpses of German infantrymen who had been shot into a hornet's nest everywhere, and they were retreating in embarrassment.

The retreating German infantry were still trying to reorganize their defenses and push back, at least to hold the last small position where the Jagdtiger heavy tank destroyers behind them were fighting. If the Russians continue to push back like this, everything will be over. There is not much area left in the hands of the Germans in the entire defensive position.

The battle between infantrymen was extremely fierce, with gunshots and explosions ringing out. At the same time, the collision and duel between steel had just begun.

"Keep moving forward! Run over the Germans' heads. Don't worry about those infantry bastards. We are already very close!"

The roaring and speeding tracks rolled up a large amount of floating soil and roared directly above the trench, shaking the earth. The German soldiers squatting in the trench with their backs against the earth wall felt in horror the violent shaking like an earthquake, and the eyes were shaking. Army Group Center, filled with fear and filled with unqualified recruits, is no longer as powerful as it once was.

"Why are you standing there! Kill the Russian tanks! Can you win this battle just by holding your head in your hands? Ah!?"

The squad leader couldn't stand it anymore and loudly scolded the shivering recruits beside him. The recruits who had already started wiping away tears still cried and screamed loudly even though they were being scolded. His words were all "I can't stand it" and " I want to go home" are useless and annoying words.

"You idiot! Don't get up, get down here! Get down quickly"

Snapped--

crackling——

Plop——

The squad leader who wanted to push the recruit's head back into the trench didn't even finish his words. A bullet that flew from nowhere was shot from the side of the helmet. After a muffled sound, he directly pressed the brain into the helmet and gave it to him. Popped popcorn.

After a dull thud of a corpse falling to the ground, the corpse of the squad leader who fell to the ground face to face was the corpse of the squad leader with half of his head missing. The new 62mm intermediate-power rifle bullet is indeed more destructive than the previous generation full-power rifle bullet.

"I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore!!!"

All the crazy and bloody things can easily break a person's will, especially when the person has not completely transitioned from an ordinary person to a real soldier. It is simply easy to destroy such a weak will, roaring and firing like crazy. This German recruit who threw everything away and ran out of the trench with bare hands is the best proof.

"Huh? Where did the flies come from?"

Dong dong dong——

Destroying a tank requires reporting to the tank commander, but destroying a German infantry does not. Iushkin, who no longer knew how many Germans he had killed, didn't take it to heart at all. He stepped lightly to complete the kill and then released the 7mm coaxial under his feet. Machine gun pedal.

What was left was only the rotten blood, rotten flesh and human remains that were torn apart by the impact, only about 20 meters away from Malashenko's command vehicle.

"Artyom, reload! Armor-piercing bullets, prepare to fire, quick!"

Without looking back, Iushkin shouted to his good friend to move more quickly, but Artyom, who was already bending down to reload, suddenly felt something close to his feet. The ground was stunned.

"Comrade Commander, have we forgotten this?"

Artyom and Malashenko were just as close as people standing in line on the subway. Of course, Malashenko would hear a reminder at such a close distance and lower his head immediately.

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Staring at what Artyom was holding in his arms, Malashenko was stunned and dumbfounded for a moment.

As Artyom said, Malashenko had indeed forgotten about it. When people are nervous at critical moments, they always do what they are used to, and they are likely to forget the newly added elements. This is often the case.

It's like you have been doing a job day after day for ten years, and suddenly you add a new job, but you forget to do this new job the first time you start. The same is true for the armor-piercing shell in Artyom's arms.

"Remember to remind me earlier next time, don't wait until this time! Load it immediately, let's take the Germans for the first test!"

With Malashenko's words, Artyom, who was holding the projectile in his arms, said nothing, straightened his back, and with a lightning-fast move, he used his fist to push the projectile into the barrel.

The propellant cartridge, which was standing at the foot and ready, was directly lifted by the sturdy unicorn arm with one hand and instantly picked up. It was lifted by both hands and sent into the barrel immediately after the projectile. When a bang sounded, the bolt closed smoothly.

This is Artyom's greatest advantage: his amazing arm and hand strength comparable to Popeye eating spinach. With the combination of the two factors of being a shipbuilder and a pipe wrench technician, you can imagine how this arm thicker than the calf was trained.

"Loading completed!"

When Artyom's familiar voice sounded again, Malashenko, who was sure that he could definitely hit the target at this distance even if the accuracy was poor, finally gave a decisive order while still staring at the target.

"Hit it in the face, fire!"

??Brothers, today is Corgi's birthday. We went out to have a drink to celebrate for the old man. I will update it temporarily and make up for it another day.

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