Chapter 2435: Grinding to Exhaustion (Part 2)

"Request support! Request support immediately! The Russians are about to break through the defense line, and we can't hold our position! Hey! Hey! Shaisen! The telephone line is blown off!!!"

"Those Russians are crazy! Now there is a Russian steel monster rushing towards us every ten meters. The infantry is like mercury, infiltrating our positions and our defense lines from any gaps and corners. There is no hope!"

"Hope?"

Swish——

Boom——

The German colonel holding the silent telephone sneered, and the sound of the whistling direct-fire shells and the shockwaves of the explosion outside the half-buried command post still echoed in his ears. Strange words that seemed to have lost their minds but not their rationality came out immediately.

"When did we have hope? We knew from the beginning that there was no such thing. Now we are just waiting for the result. We are mentally prepared."

""

Everyone standing around was silent. Everyone knew that there was no sloppiness or falsehood in these words. They just put the most miserable and most reluctant facts in front of everyone in the most straightforward way. Whether you want to face it or not, this is just telling the truth.

"What should we do?"

The deputy partner at the side asked with sweat on his forehead and slightly heavy breathing. The surge of adrenaline and forced calm reason filled his mind. He suppressed his restless body and waited for the result, just like the final words that were slightly hesitant and inevitably trembling, but still had to be spoken.

"We have no choice, from the beginning."

"The Russians will destroy this high ground, just like they destroyed us."

"Keep attacking! Charge, follow me! Grenades!"

Swoosh--

Boom--

They tried to disperse as much as possible amid the whistling of artillery fire and the rain of bullets, but they still had to maintain their formation and attack forward. There was no retreat or cowardice in the dictionary of combat engineers. Killing all the Germans who dared to block the way was the only creed of Alsim and his brothers who had experienced many battles. At this moment, they only wanted the Germans to die, without any other distractions.

They ran forward at high speed in the face of a 152 grenade that had just exploded, and even the smoke from the explosion had not yet completely dissipated.

Passing through the thick smoke that blocked the vision and irritated the eyes and nose, and leaping forward, Alsim, who was flying and rolling, was the first to rush into the next trench again, just as he had been forbidden by Malashenko earlier.

Who cares about those trivialities and rules and regulations when the war has come to this point?

Alsim now only wants the German to die and then win the victory, and it must be done by himself and his brothers. This will be the best gift to the division commander, the man he admires. Alsim knows that the only two things that can satisfy the young man are the German's head and the most glorious victory.

This is a man who sneers at great beliefs and lofty ideals. His only goal is to fight for the "king" he recognizes. Personal life and death don't matter, as long as it is recognized by the man. This is the only way for him to realize his self-proclaimed life value. There is no other way.

"How far have we rushed? How far are we from the German headquarters?"

The deputy company commander on the side just rolled over and twisted into the trench like a caterpillar stimulated by fire. Alsim, who had just changed the magazine of the rifle in his hand, had already asked.

As his mouth rolled over, he ate a mouthful of bloody and gunpowder-smelling stinky mud and dirt. The deputy company officer, who was busy trying to get the dirt out of his mouth, did not forget to answer questions, and blurted out some unclear but barely understandable words.

"I don't know. They've been fighting like crazy. Who can care about counting steps to calculate the distance at this time? We don't even know where our infantry fighting vehicles are now, so how can we know the route."

Arsim frowned and was of course unhappy when he heard this. He knew that the Slavic tough guy next to him was not easy to deal with. The deputy company officer who liked to be stubborn when adrenaline was high had his own way. He said the rest of the sentence in his mouth before Arsim opened his mouth.

"But I just asked a German with a broken leg. The Suka pointed to the bumpkin over there. That place. I guess it should be here since we have rushed so far."

"Look at the terrain around us. If we go further, we will be out of the position and there will be an open area. I guess it must be the German minefield, a buffer zone. If we continue to go forward, there will be another complete defensive position, the third one."

The deputy company officer was picking his mouth while picking out the filth stuffed in his teeth. He felt that there seemed to be some soft tissue of the German that was blown up, stuck in his teeth along with the stinky mud and rotten soil. It was disgusting and uncomfortable.

It would be the best result to pick it out now, otherwise I don't know when I will be free.

"You mean, that place is the command post?"

"What else? We are almost rushing too far. Did the Germans set up the command post of the second position on the third position? Have you seen the Germans do this? I haven't seen it anyway."

""

Alsim, who poked half of his head out of the trench to take a look, was noncommittal. Unable to dig out the dirt between his teeth, the company officer was so anxious that he directly pulled the charging handle of the AK, pulled out a complete round of bullets, and began to use sharp rifle bullets. When he was acting as a toothpick and picking his own teeth on the spot, he didn't expect that his unconventional partner next to him would whisper in the next second.

"That's it, come with me! Take that place and see if there are any big fish!"

"What? Hey! Sukabulet wait for me!"

Seeing this, the company commander, who still had bullets in his mouth, hurriedly led the soldiers behind him to follow the rash company commander comrades, for fear that something would happen to the uncle and his life would be taken away. it's here.

Bullets were still flying in all directions on the battlefield, and the scorching hot air temperature could even evaporate beads of sweat quickly. Explosions one after another continued to explode in the ears against the rolling hot wind.

Ignoring all of this, Alsim held out his AK, which was loaded with bullets and had a bayonet in his hand, and just leaned forward and rushed forward along the trench.

"Sani Tower! Sani Tower!"

Hearing his voice before seeing him, Alsim didn't know what the German guy, whose footsteps were getting closer and closer, and who was still yelling, wanted to do, but he knew what he should do next.

Holding the dagger firmly in one hand and unsheathing it, the other hand draws out the Tokarev pistol that is slanted in the chest sling. The attached bayonet AK, which is not suitable for use at such close range around the corner, is hung on the arm by the gun belt. In the meantime, Alsim, whose muscles were as tense as a fully drawn long bow, was ready.

"Here! This way! There are wounded in front, follow them!"

The German platoon leader who subconsciously turned his head to greet his comrades behind him did not expect that at the moment he turned his head and passed by, a figure like an arrow had already rushed out from the corner of the trench, seizing the opportunity to attack him without any trace. He raised his hands on the back of his head defensively and ran straight towards me.