With a "bang", a blood arrow shot out from the German soldiers and fell to the ground.

This surprised Xiao Yuan because he never thought that his shot would hit the target. He just wanted to shoot and drive the Soviet army's shooting.

Therefore, when Xiao Yuan watched the fallen German army cast an angry look in his direction, a chill came from his heart.

"He won't die, right?" Xiao Yuan thought to himself: "I've killed someone!"

This idea is ridiculous because killing people on the battlefield is the right thing to do, but Xiao Yuan is worried and regretting it.

However, Xiao Yuan's intention was achieved...

Xiao Yuan was not the only one who pulled the trigger with his fingers tightly. The gunshot sounded like a command to fire. In an instant, the entire line of defense sounded "bang" and then the machine gun also sounded, and dense bullets poured towards the leaping German army like raindrops, and knocked down more than a dozen German soldiers rushing in front in a pool of blood on the spot.

The battle entered a white heat at that moment. Just as Xiao Yuan thought, the German 50mm mortar quickly played a role, and one round of shells roared, and every round of shells exploded could make the Soviet army's firepower point dumb.

At this time, the Soviet officer was still shouting: "Damn it, who fired the gun!"

Xiao Yuan had no time to care about this. All he did was load the rifle again and again like other people, and then shoot at the target.

A "bang" gunshot fell down.

The bullet hit the German soldier's legs... The reason why he used "just" was because Xiao Yuan aimed at his body, perhaps because he fired a piece of broken mud falling from the sky and flew into the muzzle to sink slightly, so he hit the leg.

The German soldiers rolled to the ground with their wounds in their arms and started wailing like killing pigs, but were quickly shot dead by bullets shot by other people.

"Bang" another gunshot and another German army fell.

The shot was fired by Xiao Yuan in desperation, because the German soldier rushed into a distance of 50 meters from the firepower gap. He was pulling a grenade to throw it into the trench section where Xiao Yuan was... In just half a second later, the grenade with blue smoke would be thrown to Xiao Yuan and blow him into the sky.

But Xiao Yuan didn't have the heart to think about these things, because he knew that this kind of life or death situation could be seen everywhere on the battlefield. As long as he relaxed a little, the one who died would be himself.

Pull the trigger, the gun didn't sound.

After loading, the gun still didn't sound.

Then Xiao Yuan realized that there were no bullets in the gun. He hid back to the trenches to load, but he was unable to load because his hands were shaking, and the dropped bullets were spilled all over the floor.

Fortunately, the German soldiers had retreated at this time... This was just a tentative attack. The German army often did this, first exploring the enemy's firepower and deployment, and then formulating targeted offensive plans.

Of course, if possible, a tentative attack will turn into a strong attack at any time.

The gunshots gradually weakened, and Xiao Yuan collapsed into the trench like a deflated ball.

Cheers burst out around, and Soviet soldiers celebrated their successful repelling of the enemy and defended the defense line.

However, at this moment, the instructor shouted angrily: "Who fired the first shot? Who fired the first shot!"

No one answered, but several soldiers nearby turned their eyes to Xiao Yuan... The gunshots came from where Xiao Yuan was.

Unable to hide it, Xiao Yuan replied: "It's me, comrade instructor!"

"Fuck it!" The instructor walked up a few steps and grabbed Xiao Yuan's collar, his eyes full of contempt: "It's you again, Shulka, you coward!"

Shulka?

Oh, yes, Xiao Yuan should be called Shulka here!

"Do you know what you did?" The instructor stared into Shulka's eyes and scolded viciously: "If it weren't for you, we could destroy more enemies, and even destroy them all!"

"No, comrade instructor!" Shulka replied: "I don't think this is true!"

"Shut up, you bastard!" the instructor roared: "Who do you think? Who allows you to have your own ideas?!"

During this period, the Soviet army was indeed as the instructor said, not allowed to have their own ideas. All the soldiers had to do was obey orders.

But of course, Shulka didn't know this.

"Take him down!" The instructor ordered angrily: "Let this coward go to transport ammunition or do something else, I don't want to see this guy continue to cause trouble here!"

"Wait, Altu!" At this time, an officer came from the other side of the trench. He saw that the rank was a major, with a handsome face, but a faint scar on his forehead showed that he was an officer with combat experience.

This made Shulka feel a little relieved, because only an officer with combat experience could understand his words, otherwise it would be playing the piano against a cow... Perhaps, this is also the reason why the major stopped the instructor.

The major sat on the mound beside Shulka and asked, "You said just now that the truth is not the case, what does that mean?"

"Comrade Major!" the instructor rushed to report: "That was just an excuse for his timidity. I saw him hiding in the trench with his rifle thrown aside!"

The major did not respond to the instructor, but simply raised his head at Shulka, giving him the right to speak.

"Gay Major!" Shulka replied: "The answer is simple, I don't think we should fight the Germans in close combat in this case!"

The soldiers around couldn't help laughing, with a little disdain and smugness on the instructor's face, while the bearded man turned his eyes to Shulka with anger and shook his head slightly.

At this time, the Red Army emphasized more spirit and courage. Under the guidance of this idea, combat is usually charge and close combat. This is also the reason why the German army was about to be brought closer to the attack just now, but Shulka said that this should not be done...

Only the major did not laugh, and he asked with a serious look on his face: "Why? Do you think our marksmanship is more accurate than the enemy? Or do you think we have the advantage in firepower?"

"No, Major!" Shulka replied: "Our marksmanship is not as accurate as the enemy, and the firepower is also not superior..."

"And you still think we can't fight in close combat?"

"Yes!" Shulka nodded: "Because melee Germans will have greater advantages! They have 50mm mortars and are equipped with a large number of mp38 and mp40 submachine guns, while we only have a small number of ppd submachine guns, which will put us at an absolute disadvantage within 300 meters!"

"You seem to have forgotten that we also have mortars!" the instructor sarcastically.

As he said that, the instructor also took a mortar from his side and looked at Shulka. It was a 37mm light mortar with a total weight of only three kilograms. It can be used as a shovel by turning the base straight. It is very common in Soviet troops.

"Its maximum range is only 250 meters, instructor!" Shulka replied: "I think the Germans will know this. So, they are willing to fight us at a distance of 200 to 300 meters!"
Chapter completed!