Chapter 537 Cranes

October 30, 0900, Beach No. 1.

After the bombardment by the Prosens ended, Nellie crawled out of the soil and looked around.

The benefit of the lower temperature is that the ground was frozen hard, so the unreliable anti-artillery bunkers on the beach suddenly became reliable.

The troops guarding the beach also took the initiative to draw water from the Valdai River and sprinkled it around the bunkers they dug. It won’t be long before the bunkers are frozen hard. As long as the heavy artillery doesn’t happen to fall nearby, there will be no problem.

As for the heavy artillery falling nearby, the overpressure can seriously injure people, and the bunker is actually not important.

This is a pure probability problem, and no one can influence it, so most of the Ante soldiers just go for it and don’t care.

Nellie climbed up and ran along the frozen trench, shouting as she ran: "The enemy is coming! Get ready!"

As if in response to her shouting, the ground began to tremble, and the roar of tanks came from afar.

Nellie saw a new soldier with shaking hands, so she stepped forward and patted his shoulder: "Don't be afraid, look at me, I've been on the battlefield since the first day, and I'm still alive."

The new soldier widened his eyes and looked at the dirty gauze on Nellie's right eye: "You...you...I've always wanted to ask, your eye has..."

"It should be gone, but I'm still alive, and the attacking enemies are all dead."

The new soldier nodded and tightened his grip on the Bobosha again.

Nellie continued to move forward, boosting morale like an old sergeant.

Just then, someone shouted: "Look! The Proson uniforms seem to be a little different!"

Nellie frowned, found a helmet to stand on, stepped on the helmet and looked out.

After looking for a few seconds, she took out the scope seized from the enemy sniper from the dirty maid outfit, stuck it on the remaining eye and looked into the distance.

After the scope magnified, Nellie saw that the enemy's uniforms were indeed different from ordinary Proson uniforms.

But Nellie didn't recognize this kind of uniform, and she didn't have a very detailed understanding of the Proson army - even though she had always been with General Rokossov.

At this time, an officer walked along the trench, shouting as he walked: "This is the Moravian vassal army, an army composed of second-class citizens of the Proson Empire! You see, if we lose the war, we will also wear this kind of uniform and be driven to the battlefield to die."

Nellie thought for a moment and shouted loudly: "We killed all the Proson people! They have no infantry to accompany them, so they can only use the vassal army!"

The patrolling officer was stunned, and after a short pause, he also shouted: "We killed all the Proson infantry! They were forced to join the vassal army!"

After shouting a few times, the officer spoke again: "We scared the Proson infantry and refused to fight! We can only join the vassal army!"

After just a few dozen seconds, the whole position was saying: "We scared the Proson infantry and were forced to join the vassal army!"

The truth is not important, what is important is that the Proson people really joined the vassal army.

The entire beachhead was boiling with excitement.

"If the genuine Plossen infantry can't even defeat them, how can the vassal army win?"

"Although the enemy looks numerous, they are just a mob!"

"Take care of them!"

At this time, the new attackers passed the 500-meter mark.

The anti-tank artillery unit that had just crossed the river yesterday opened fire, and the platoon hit several tanks in the blink of an eye.

Although the tanks were hit, some of the vassal army's skirmishers actually lay down!

It seems that the morale and courage of this vassal army are far different from those of the genuine Plossen troops.

Plossen's tank unit fought back, and was still as accurate as ever, and soon the exposed artillery positions were blown up.

Nellie no longer encouraged morale, but lay on the shooting position, using her Mosin-Nagant to shoot at the Plossen tank commanders who dared to stick their heads out to find the anti-tank gun positions.

She had discovered that although the sighting of the Proson tanks was much better than that of the T34, it was still difficult to find the well-camouflaged anti-tank gun position as long as the Proson commander did not stick his head out.

The key was to prevent the Proson commander from sticking his head out.

Nellie aimed at a commander who had completely retracted his body into the commander's cupola, with only half of his head and eyes exposed.

After pulling the trigger, the bullet hit the edge of the cupola, then bounced up and brushed over the commander's head, breaking the earphone beam.

The commander was so scared that he went directly into the tank and did not even dare to reach out to cover the hatch.

Nellie pulled the bolt and turned the gun to aim at another tank.

The commander of this tank had his entire head exposed and was still observing with a telescope.

As soon as Nellie pulled the trigger, the commander fell backwards, with a bullet hole in his left eye, bleeding, and his right hand holding the half-broken telescope dangling outside the commander's cupola.

Nellie pulled the bolt, and the smoking shell flew out of the barrel, drawing an arc in front of Nellie's one eye.

Nellie continued to shoot.

At this time, the enemy passed the 300-meter mark.

The machine gun was about to fire.

The enemy's tank commanders also retreated into the tank turret at this time - no one would show their heads at this distance.

Nellie turned her target to the Moravian vassal army.

She immediately discovered that as long as one of the sergeants in these vassal army was knocked down by a sniper, the squad led by the sergeant would lie down.

Nellie's single-shot burst had the effect of a machine gun!

Killing a sergeant, a squad lay on the ground for dozens of seconds or even minutes without daring to move.

Then the officers waving pistols would run over, pull up the soldiers lying on the ground one by one, and urge them to move forward.

If Nellie had knocked down the officers, this row of people might have been lying on the ground motionless.

Unfortunately, there were too many Moravians, they were in a surprisingly dense formation, and the non-commissioned officers seemed to be endless.

The tank passed the 200-meter mark.

The heavy machine guns opened fire.

At the same time, the Moravians also began to charge.

Countless Moravians were knocked down by machine guns, but more Moravians rushed to the position shouting as if they were on stimulants.

The PPSh on the position opened fire.

The Moravians seemed numb, watching their comrades being knocked down in large numbers by the PPSh, but they continued to rush forward.

This was not the tactic that the Proson army would adopt at all. The Prosons would lie down, leap forward, and throw grenades when they were at a distance.

The Moravians were completely using their lives to consume the bullets of the Ante soldiers.

The key point was that they succeeded. About one-tenth of the Moravians rushed into the trenches, and a fierce hand-to-hand fight began.

Nellie shot down a Moravian who rushed to her face, then pulled out a sapper from her back, cut off the wrist of the Moravian who rushed up, making him scream, and then cut off his head with another sapper.

The edge of Nellie's sapper had long been sharpened to be as sharp as a knife.

She used this thing to kill another Moravian with a shovel, then rolled past him and hit the Moravian who was fighting with his comrade on the back of his head.

Then she kicked the Moravian's body away and pulled up his comrade - the recruit she had just encouraged.

Nellie: "Don't use a bayonet, a sapper is useful in the trenches. A hammer will work too."

"Hammer - hammer?" The recruit was still confused.

Nellie: "Take the Molotov cocktails and follow me. We'll blow up the tanks."

"Oh, okay." The recruit quickly found a few Molotov cocktails on the ground and followed Nellie, who was moving swiftly in the trench.

He was shot after following her for a few steps.

He half-knelt in the trench and wanted to call Nellie, but he couldn't make a sound. When he opened his mouth, blood was pouring out of his throat. He could only watch Nellie's figure go away along the trench.

He fell forward and buried his face in the soil.

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The battle on the beach lasted until noon.

"The enemy retreated!"

When the voice entered Nellie's ears, she was stepping on the enemy's chest and pulling the engineer shovel out of the enemy's throat.

The spurted blood covered her legs and the black skirt of the maid's skirt.

There were uneven "Ura" sounds on the battlefield, and it was unclear whether it was celebrating another victory or celebrating that she was still alive.

Nellie didn't shout. She turned around and thought that she seemed to have forgotten something.

However, in the end, she did not remember what she had forgotten.

She raised her head and looked at the warm winter sun, thinking that it was this damn sun that kept the temperature low enough to freeze the enemy.

Suddenly, she saw migratory birds flying across the sky in a line.

It was almost November, and migratory birds were starting to migrate at this time?

The soldier next to Nellie wanted to come over and say hello to her, but when he saw her looking up, he also looked up, and soon, everyone at the scene looked up.

"Is it a wild goose?" someone said.

"No, maybe it's a crane. I've seen it. It's a very beautiful bird with delicious meat."

Nellie looked at the cranes and felt like crying for some reason.

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Wang Zhong stood outside the headquarters and looked up at the sky: "Why isn't it snowing yet? General Dong, please help."

At this time, he saw migratory birds lined up in a row and appeared in the blue sky.

A crane in the clear sky above the clouds?

But is it time to bring poetry to the blue sky?

At this time, Wang Zhong suddenly remembered that there was a famous Soviet song in another time and space, called "Crane Group".

Because he liked the lyrics very much, he memorized it specially.

Sometimes I always feel that those soldiers have not returned from the bloody battlefield.

They are not buried in our land.

They have become white cranes flying.

They flew from the distant war years, sending their calls to our ears.

Because of this, we often look up, miss silently, and look into the distance.

The tired cranes fly in the sky, fly in the dusk, and the twilight is vast.

There is a small gap in the queue, maybe it is a place reserved for me.

After he finished reciting silently, Yakov's voice came into his ears: "What a good poem! General, they said you are an unlearned dandy, I knew it must be in the dark!"

Wang Zhong turned his head to look at Yakov and found that the adjutant was writing furiously.

"I wrote it down!" Yakov said excitedly, "I must publish this poem!"

Wang Zhong: "Whatever, I just wrote it down."

He raised his head again and looked at the cranes.

Sometimes I always feel that those soldiers have not returned from the bloody battlefield.

They are not buried in our land.

They have turned into white cranes and are flying.

At this time, Pavlov came out of the headquarters: "Okay, don't stand here anymore, move to the new headquarters quickly, the artillery fire of the Prosen people may fall at any time."

Wang Zhong: "I know, let's go, Vasily - no, Yakov."

"Once you think about something, you will call the wrong thing!" Yakov complained, "I have been your adjutant for half a year, and I may continue to serve in the future!"

Wang Zhong smiled and patted Yakov on the shoulder.

Yakov: "By the way, if I have a child, can you be the godfather of the child?"

"Of course, Yakov, of course."