Chapter 589: Hell Moment (Part 1)

"Hurry up, come to me quickly."

"If I stay away from you, if I am in trouble."

"If I am in a nightmare."

When their motherland is in the darkest moment of life and death, countless brave soldiers and patriots will step forward to defend the only her.

Generations of soldiers fighting under the red flag have chosen the same path, a path full of blood, thorns and corpses of martyrs, but there are still countless young and brave soldiers who are determined to move forward.

Holding the wooden butt and the trigger in his right hand, the seriously injured platoon leader Andrei splashed hot flames with a ferocious face in a posture that even the German army was stunned.

The barrage of bullets caught the German infantrymen who were about to follow the tanks into the trenches by surprise. The PPSh submachine gun, which was famous for its fierce firepower, had a powerful output that was almost unmatched in its time. Platoon leader Andrei, who could control the recoil with just one hand, was fighting in a manner that ordinary people could hardly imagine, let alone understand.

The German soldiers, who had not yet crossed the trenches and had three people knocked down in an instant, reacted quickly. The two infantrymen who were in the front immediately raised their Mauser 98K and MP40 to kill this daring enemy, but the other Red Army soldiers who had already killed the enemy were obviously not going to let them do this and remain indifferent.

Bang-bang--

Political Commissar Petrov, who stood up from the trench after Andrei, pulled the trigger in his hand before the Germans raised their guns.

It took only one second for two consecutive gunshots to make two German soldiers who had not even raised their guns completely fall to the ground.

Political Commissar Petrov, who had killed the enemy in front of him, had no time to think. He raised his weapon with his only remaining right arm without hesitation, just like all the political commissars who fell on the charge.

"Defend the motherland! Defend Stalin! Attack!"

"Ura!!!"

When the deafening roar sounded again, when countless Red Army soldiers jumped out of the trenches with their weapons tightly in their hands.

The faces of the German soldiers who thought that their opponents were on the verge of collapse were full of surprise and disbelief. Just a few minutes ago, they were still betting that the Stuka had eliminated the last organized resistance in the village. All the words were farts. The unyielding spirit condensed with blood and steel-like will once again shattered the existing cognition of the German army.

The close combat was extremely tragic and bloody.

The German soldier, who also had a bayonet on the muzzle, thrust forward at the opponent's vitals. The militia soldier, who rushed up with an MP40 submachine gun that had run out of bullets, was stabbed in the abdomen on the spot, and felt extremely painful.

The German soldier, who thought he had eliminated the enemy in front of him, wanted to pull out the bayonet, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from the broad left hand that tightly grasped the gun.

The German soldier, who realized that the opponent was not completely dead, panicked a little. The German veteran, who was over 30 years old, began to stir the bayonet that was stabbed into the opponent's stomach up and down, left and right, as he had done before.

No one can withstand this kind of severe pain that crushes the internal organs, and then let go and fall to the ground and die suddenly, at least according to previous situations.

But not everything in this world is unchanging. Incredible and incredible miracles are happening all the time.

The militia soldier, who was enduring the soul-tearing pain in his abdomen, raised his head with a fierce look on his face, and the scarlet blood dripping from the corner of his mouth was full of hatred and anger.

The MP40 submachine gun, which had been tightly held in his other right hand and had long been exhausted, was swung with all his strength in a backhanded posture with the barrel tightly held, and hit the German veteran's face, accompanied by a deafening roar of anger with a mouth full of blood.

The steel-connected buttstock was directly deformed and smashed off the gun body due to excessive force.

Caught off guard, he suffered the most fierce and powerful blow in his thirty years of life. Not only was the German veteran's good teeth almost completely smashed by the deformed and broken buttstock, but his chin, which failed to close in time, was also twisted on the spot due to excessive force.

The impact on his face caused the German veteran to lose control of his weapon instantly and then fell to the ground. He was trying to struggle to get up from the ground, holding his deformed and painful cheek, when the militia soldier who had pulled out the bayonet from his stomach with his backhand almost rushed over with his last breath.

"Go to hell! Hitler's dog!"

The unstable body almost lost control and fell forward in a semi-unconscious posture, stabbing the 98K rifle bayonet stained with his own blood and organ fragments in his hand diagonally into the chest of the German veteran.

The German veteran who was stabbed through the heart just stared with a pair of terrified and unbelievable eyes, took two breaths, and died on the spot, lying on his back.

On his body, the militia soldier who still held the enemy rifle tightly with both hands had already died.

His hands did not loosen until his death, still tightly gripping the gun, making his body as stiff as a sculpture. He used the butt of the gun as a support point to support his chest and kept a tight grip to prevent his body from falling to the ground.

The lifeless head was still dripping with warm blood. The German veteran's face was covered with unwilling eyes that could not be closed until death. The blood of the enemy kept dripping.

The two bodies that kept their fixed postures and did not move seemed to become a sculpture.

No one paid attention to this very inconspicuous scene in front of the trench where the shouts and killings shook the sky. All the soldiers involved in this battle were using all their tricks to kill the enemy in front of them at all costs.

Political Commissar Petrov was not a commander who could pick up a rifle with a bayonet and lead the hand-to-hand combat.

The physical defect made Political Commissar Petrov only use the Tokarev TT33 pistol in his hand to continuously shoot at the German soldiers around him who showed signs of approaching to defend himself.

The Tokarev TT33 pistol with a full capacity of 8 rounds quickly ran out of magazines. With only one arm left, Political Commissar Petrov even found it difficult to change magazines, which was easy for ordinary people.

He put the Tokarev pistol full of gunpowder into his mouth and bit it horizontally. Political Commissar Petrov, who had just taken out a spare magazine from his waist, had no time to load it. Two German soldiers who saw the big-brimmed hat on Political Commissar Petrov's head and rushed over with strange screams had already hit him in the face.