"Luckily, the war is so terrible, otherwise I might fall in love with him." Su Tong's memoirs Volume 6, Chapter 7.

On the Soviet positions outside Kazan, the Sixth Army's shelling of it lasted for an hour, but there was no sign of ending. Although the sun had risen, the sky was covered by a grain of black smoke. Clusters, black and white bursts of smoke and orange-red muzzle flames kept ringing repeatedly on the battlefield.

In the smoke, countless red lights flashed continuously, and the explosions were endless, like firecrackers. In the trenches, the Soviet officers and soldiers were clamored by the sudden and dense artillery fire.

These unrecognizable positions were blown up and trenches were broken. Many soldiers were buried in the scattered soil of the collapsed trenches. More soldiers felt their eardrums were hurt by the sound of explosions, and the ground under their feet seemed to be shaking violently, as if the whole world was about to be blown to collapse.

There are soldiers everywhere being blown by artillery shells falling into the trenches, and their flesh and blood were flying everywhere. The broken limbs and broken arms and broken internal organs were mixed with blood-colored mud and were thrown around by the shock waves generated during the explosion. The shock waves generated by the explosion in the air washed away every Soviet soldier on the position like a flood.

"Ah, save me." The screams kept ringing on the Soviet position kept hitting the eardrums of the High-ranking Private Rabiff. He held the Mosinggana rifle in his hand tightly, laying in an anti-cannon hole that could only accommodate one person, opened his mouth wide and continued to breathe deeply.

Below him was his friend Ulric. Just five minutes ago, a flying shrapnel hit Ulric's abdomen, and even his blue-gray intestines flowed out. Rabbi, who was in a hurry, quickly dragged Ulric to the anti-aircraft hole, took off his coat and wrapped Ulric's abdomen. Looking at Ulric's already gray face and gray eyes, although Rabbi wanted to send his friend to the field hospital behind for rescue immediately, he also knew that running around under this dense artillery fire would only save the two of them in vain.

"Ulrik, if you want to hold on, you must stick with it." Rabbi shouted loudly to his friend. Although he didn't know if the people under him could hear it, he still tried hard to cheer up Ulrik.

As if the collective appointment was made, at this moment, the shelling that had been like a sea of ​​storms suddenly stopped miraculously, and the entire position began to become quiet again, as if the shelling just now was just a nightmare, but the moans that kept coming from the position and the position that were bombed as desolate as the moon all told everyone that this nightmare was definitely real.

Shaking the dust on his body, Rabbi was about to carry his friend up and send it to the back when the ground under his feet began to tremble slightly again. Slowly, a sour metal friction sound began to come from the front.

"Chinese Tanks" a shrill scream rang out loud on the position, "Anti-tank guns opened fire quickly and killed the tanks in front."

There was a continuous movement on the position. It was the surviving soldiers who were drilling out of their bunkers to fight back. Hearing the sound of pulling the gun bolts and the hoarse voice of the company commander, Rabbi gritted his teeth and dragged Ulric out of this small anti-aircraft hole. He was about to walk back with him, but was stopped by a voice.

"Rabbif, where are you going?" A vicious voice sounded behind him. Rabbif didn't need to look at it and it was Captain Eagle Carlisle, the political commissar of the company.

"Comrade Captain, I want to send Ulric to the back and let him go. If he drags it down, he will die." Rabiff's voice was very weak and powerless. The shelling just now and the serious injuries of his friend made him extremely mentally exhausted.

Captain Eagle walked to Rabiff and flipped through Ulric's eyes and said with certainty: "He is no longer able to do it. Don't waste time on him. Hurry up and return to the combat post and fight back hard."

"If you don't commander, he will still be saved. As long as you can send him down in time, you can still save him." Rabbi's face covered in black smoke and mud showed a pleading look, "Please, let me send him down. His fiancée is still waiting for him at home."

"Crash"

As soon as Rabbiv finished speaking, a black muzzle pointed at Rabbiv's forehead, and Captain Eagle's cold words came from his ears.

"I don't want to say the third time. If you don't put him down immediately, I will turn your fiancée into a widow, and now I will return to my own position immediately."

Captain Eagle's words were like a cold wind that made Rabbi's mood colder than the Siberian wasteland.

Looking at the expressionless expression of the political commissar in front of him, Rabbif knew that if he did not obey his orders and returned to the position within a few seconds, he would smash his head without hesitation.

Rabbiv held back his tears and gently put his good friend aside, and kissed him gently on the forehead, "Good brother, you must hold it back, I will send you down soon."

Putting Ulrik down, Rabbi took off the Mosinggana rifle from his back and ran towards the position. He did not dare to look back at Captain Eagle. His resentful gaze was seen by the cruel political commissar and he was casually shot on the position in a false name.

When Rabbiv just came to a bunker that was so blown up so hard that he could barely fit, the sour metal friction and the roar of the engine had approached the front of the formation, and semicircular tank turrets appeared in everyone's sight.

"No, it's the German "Leopard" tank" a trembling voice rang out on the position.

Rabbi has long passed the stage of a recruit. He has two years of military service and his troops are elites transferred from the Moscow battlefield. They have not failed to see the fierceness of the German team. The superb professional qualities of the German team and the rapidity of the armored troops during assaults made even the Soviet soldiers who hated them the most have to admit in their hearts that the German army is the world's first-class army.

What impressed the Soviets the most was their tank group. The tank with a semicircular turret was a killing machine. They were fast, sharp and strong, and were better than most of the tanks in service in the Soviet Union. The only ones that Soviet Union could compete with it were the Stalin tanks and the newly developed IS2 heavy tanks. The 155-mm and 122-mm caliber tanks they equipped with were completely able to destroy the German "Leopard" tanks 800 kilometers away. But bad

However, although these two tanks are unparalleled, none of them are suitable for mass production. The Soviet army's main tank is still the t34. Although the t34 tank has been upgraded from the 75 to the 85, it is not an opponent of the German "Leopard" tank in terms of actual combat effectiveness. Now, seeing this familiar tank is shocked by these veterans who have just come down from the Moscow battlefield, many people think they have hallucinations, and a sound of "German devils are coming" sounded on the position.

"Are the Germans attacking me?" Rabbi, who looked a little dazed, couldn't help but have an idea.

Seeing the soldiers' expressions of horror, the political commissars who survived the position quickly stepped forward and used leather shoes and curses to remind the soldiers.

"You idiots, look at me clearly. The one on the other side is not the German devils, they are Chinese devils. Like the German devils, they are all invaders who invade our territory. Comrades must drive them all out of our territory."

These soldiers are worthy of being the elite soldiers who came out of the Battle of Moscow. After a brief panic, they quickly returned to normal. They all knew that the more they should stay calm, and the more they paniced like a new recruit, they could only die faster.

Gradually, the tank group in front became clearer and clearer, and the marks on the turret also appeared in front of the Soviet soldiers. It was a mark that was completely different from the iron cross of Germany. It was a red and blue flag with a white circle in the middle and there were more than ten sharp corners on the outside.

"Huh, is this the Chinese flag?" Looking at the tank not far away, Rabbi exhaled a long sigh, holding the Mosinggana rifle tightened a little more.

"boom"

A surviving 1902 field gun opened fire, and the 76.2 mm shell that rushed out of the barrel fell into the tank group of the China Defense Forces opposite, with a whistling sound.

The shell fell and hit the open space. At the same time as the explosion, a stream of black smoke was emitted. The first shell was like a hornet's nest. The tank group in front did not stop immediately but dispersed in formation and continued to advance at high speed. Soon, in less than ten seconds, more than a dozen tanks in the front fired shells along the general direction of the field guns just now. Although their bullet points were not accurate, the Soviet army on the position was shocked by the hasty reaction.

Judging from their experience in fighting with the Germans, even the Germans have the most experience, tankers will take 30 seconds to one minute to react, not to mention that they will counterattack during high-speed travel. Although they did not hit the field gun just now, the general direction is absolutely correct.

Finding shells shot from unknown directions in high speed and in the rain of bullets and counterattacks in such a short time has exceeded the limit of human beings and is a monster.

"Are these Chinese people all a group of perverts? How could they react so quickly?" All the Soviet soldiers who saw this scene were covered in cold sweat.
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