Chapter 539 The Winter when I Was 17 Years Old (Update 2781)

Chapter 539 The winter when I was 17 years old (Update 27/81)

On October 31, 915, the 30th Infantry Corps of Prossen attacked the forward.

The Buffalo self-propelled infantry gun roared, and the shell hit the building 800 meters ahead. The violent explosion caused the side where it was hit to collapse, and the floors inside were exposed like the internal skeleton of the human body.

The smoke from the collapse suddenly covered most of the street.

Infantry commander Paul Clay observed the street ahead from the roof of a bungalow and muttered: "Even if a building was blown down, the enemy did not fire. Why? This building should be their support point, will it?" There were machine guns and maybe an anti-tank gun hidden in the shop window downstairs.

"This is how we will defend. But there is nothing now, and it is eerily quiet. Are we here to seize an empty city?"

His deputy shook his head: "I don't know. I heard from troops who have been involved in the battle for a while that the Anters no longer hold the strongholds at all. Instead, they attack us as a combat group and fight a pure war of attrition with us."

Paul Clay frowned: "What's the point of that? Are you going to bleed out first?"

"I don't know." The deputy spread his hands.

Paul thought for a while and ordered: "Infantry advance, let us see if this is what happened."

As the order was given, the infantrymen who had been squatting in a row in front of the buffalo infantry cannon stood up and strode forward.

Although the Thirty Infantry Army is an infantry army, it is highly mechanized and equipped with a considerable number of half-track vehicles and assault guns.

These armored vehicles move along with the infantry at walking speed.

They crossed the last open space and entered the city.

Suddenly, a machine gun rang out.

Paul immediately raised his binoculars, but could not see the position of the machine gun at all.

"It's strange that the machine gun is not placed in an open area." Paul muttered softly.

Deputy: "It looks like the enemy is really planning to fight us and fight for blood in a meaningless way. The machine gunner probably thinks he can make a profit by replacing the three of us."

Countless waves of shooting sounded, as if echoing the sounds of machine guns and grenades exploding.

Paul put down the telescope and kept fiddling with the focus adjustment knob with his fingers. His brows twisted into knots: "How could they do this? Spreading into combat groups to fight independently requires soldiers to have extremely high subjective initiative and determination. Will to fight.

"Our troops can't do this! Or are there so many Ant sergeants that there can be one in three people? Is this still the Ant army I'm familiar with?"

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The young soldier Alexei hid alone behind the destroyed low wall, holding Bobo Sha and pointing it at the alley outside the wall.

The alley was wide enough to accommodate at least three Prosin soldiers.

Alexey hoped that the enemies would not come one by one, and the denser the formation, the better.

He also kept four grenades on hand - these old-fashioned grenades must be installed with a fuse first, and once the fuse is installed, there is a certain probability that the thing will explode on its own.

Yes, this kind of grenade is so unreliable.

Alexey is a soldier in the militia battalion. He was only issued this unreliable grenade, and the Bobosha in his hand was obtained from a fallen regular army soldier.

He was not very good at operating this weapon, after all, the militia battalion only trained them to use Mosin-Nagant rifles.

Alexei is 17 years old and can enlist in the army next year and become a glorious Ant warrior. But the war had already arrived in his hometown.

The girl he likes, Tatyana, took part in a field nurse training class as early as June this year, and now she doesn't know where she is saving lives.

Alexey was not going to lose to a girl.

There was gunfire all around, and the militiamen and the regular troops guarding the same area were fighting with the Prossens.

But Alexei's surroundings were as quiet as the eye of a typhoon.

He even got a little bored and started looking at the spider webs on the wall.

The spider was not affected by the war at all, and was still weaving unhurriedly.

After watching it for a while, Alexey felt bored and took out Tatiana's photo from his arms. This was taken when Tatyana set out, as a souvenir for her family, but Alexei managed to convince Uncle Eugene at the photo studio to develop a copy for him.

When Uncle Eugene gave the photo to Alexey, his expression was filled with sadness: "Hold it, boy, hold it. Remember her appearance. Even if she comes back in the future, she may not look like this."

Alexei understood why Uncle Eugene was so sad.

From the beginning of the war to now, many good people have not been able to come back.

It was Uncle Stepan who lived opposite Alexei. That day, two officers took out a letter from their briefcases.

When Stepan's wife saw these two people, her legs gave out. She sat down on the door frame, held the door and started crying.

Seeing this scene, Alexey ran back to his room and took out the wooden gun that Uncle Stepan made for him when he was a child.

This children's toy had been sleeping in the cupboard for a long time, but Alexei held it as if he had received it from Uncle Stepan only yesterday.

Thinking of this, Alexey tightened his grip on Bobosha.

At this time, he heard someone speaking in an unfamiliar language in the alleyway outside!

It's Prosen!

He checked Poposa to make sure the safety was on and the gun was loaded.

My heart was beating so fast that it seemed as if it would jump out of my throat the next moment.

Alexei waited.

The Prosons were getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, a gray uniform appeared!

Alexei suppressed his desire to fire and waited for the lone scout to come over - he remembered that when his grandfather upstairs told him about fighting the Petliura gang when he was a child, he taught him that when ambushing, he must let go of the scouts in order to hit the enemy's main force.

Alexei took deep breaths repeatedly, and his chest felt like it was burning and hurt badly.

Finally, the Proson soldier holding a submachine gun appeared, followed by two with rifles.

Alexei shouted and pulled the trigger, and the PPSh opened fire.

Although he had not received any training, at this distance, even a monkey who could only pull the trigger could splash water and kill the Prosons who entered the shooting range.

The Proson holding the submachine gun was shot first. He staggered forward and half-knelt on the ground. He was still struggling to pick up the submachine gun to fight back, but he was hit by three consecutive bullets and could only fall sideways.

Alexei held the drum of the PPSh and turned the muzzle of the gun towards the two riflemen.

The Proson fired first, but missed Alexei. The bullet hit the wall above his head and made a biu sound.

Then the Proson was shot while pulling the bolt.

The other rifleman didn't have time to fire at all. He just stared at Alexei with wide eyes.

For a moment, Alexei felt that this Proson was a child like himself.

But he didn't stop shooting.

The bullets of the PPSh hit the wall of the alley with a crackling sound, creating a small cloud of smoke.

All three Prosons fell down.

Alexei heard the Proson people shouting in his blind spot, something like Alaua pain, Sani Iron Tower, he couldn't understand what they were saying at all.

He grabbed the grenade and pulled the string and threw it out immediately as the militia battalion commander taught him -

This old-fashioned grenade was too unreliable, and the explosion time ranged from 2 seconds to 7 seconds, so it couldn't be held in the hand to "warm" before throwing like the new grenade.

The one thrown by Alexei was quite respectful, and it exploded immediately after flying out of his field of vision.

The screams of the Proson people came from outside.

The next moment, something flew in from outside and landed not far in front of Alexei with a snap.

It was a wooden-handled grenade, and white smoke was still coming out of its buttocks.

Alexei immediately fell to the side, and the grenade exploded at the same time.

The impact made Alexei's head buzz, he got up, picked up a grenade, pulled the string and threw it out.

The explosion happened again.

Alexey was very excited. He pulled the string of the third grenade and threw it with all his strength. As a result, the grenade flew a short distance and fell to the ground just after it flew out of the alley.

Alexey was very strange. His hands seemed to be powerless.

He looked down curiously and found that there was a large pool of blood under him.

It turned out that the shrapnel of the grenade just now injured him, but the adrenaline made him feel no pain.

He didn't even know where he was injured. He could only watch the pool of blood under him getting bigger and bigger.

He felt cold and his lips couldn't help shivering.

Another grenade was thrown in, this time right next to Alexey.

He was too lazy to care about the grenade or dodge. Instead, he used his last strength to pick up Tatyana's photo and wanted to kiss his beloved girl.

But as soon as he raised his hand, the photo slipped to the ground.

He stretched out his hand and tried to reach the photo, and at this moment the grenade exploded.

Alexey stopped all his movements and leaned against the wall, his eyes still on the photo on the ground.

Then Proson leaned out and fired several shots at Alexei's body. After making sure that the 17-year-old soldier was dead, he bravely entered the room where he was ambushed and stepped on the photo with his military boots.

The Proson man spat and hit Alexei's face with the butt of his gun as if he was not satisfied.

Then the Proson soldier suddenly found that Alexei seemed to have a gold necklace on him.

He reached out, grabbed the necklace, pulled it hard, and then raised the trophy high - only then did he notice that there was a pull ring on the necklace.

Yes, the young soldier Alexei kept the only good grenade he got from the sacrificed soldiers on himself and set it as a booby trap.

The Proson man cursed and turned around, but the explosion caught up with him.

The few Proson devils who entered the room were all blown to the ground.

The only Proson man who escaped seemed to hear a mocking voice. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a flock of cranes in the sky that were accustomed to artillery fire flying south.