"Requesting support! Requesting immediate support! The Russians are about to break through the defense line, and we can hardly hold our position. Hey!? Hey, hey! Shaisen! The phone line has been blown up!!!"
"Those Russians are crazy! Now there is a Russian steel monster rushing towards us every ten meters. The infantry is like mercury seeping into our positions from any gaps and corners. Our defense line is hopeless!"
"hope?"
call out--
boom--
The German colonel holding the silent phone sneered, his ears still echoed with the roar of the direct-aimed artillery shells, the concussive echo of exploding outside the half-buried command post, as if he had lost his mind, but it was not like that.
Strange words that lost their rationality were blurted out right after.
"When did we have hope? We knew from the beginning that there was no such thing. Now we are just waiting for the results to come. We have been mentally prepared for it."
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Everyone standing around was silent. Everyone knew that these words were not sloppy or false at all. They were just the most miserable facts that everyone was least willing to face, put in the most straightforward way.
In front of everyone, whether you want to face it or not, this is just telling the truth.
"what should we do?"
The deputy partner on the side asked questions with beads of sweat on his forehead, breathing heavily. The surge of adrenaline and forced calmness filled his mind. He suppressed his restless body and waited for the result.
He hesitated and inevitably trembled, but still had to speak the final words.
"We had no choice, not from the beginning."
"The Russians will destroy the Highlands just as they destroyed us."
"Continue the attack! Charge, follow me! Grenade!"
call out--
boom--
Spread out as much as possible amidst the roar of artillery fire and flying bullets, but still maintain formation and attack forward. There is no such thing as retreat or cowardice in the dictionary of combat engineers. Kill all German sticks in front of you that dare to block the way.
This is the only creed of Alsim and his group of battle-hardened brothers. At this moment, they just want the Germans to die and have no other distractions.
Facing the explosion of a 152 grenade that had just exploded and even the smoke from the explosion had not completely dissipated, he rushed forward at a high speed.
Passing through the thick smoke that blocked the field of vision and irritated the eyes, mouth and nose, and jumped forward, Alsim, who was flying and rolling, was once again the first to rush into the next section of the trench, just as he was forbidden by Malashenko earlier.
So the same.
Now that the war has come to this point, who can care about all the trivial matters and regulations?
Alsim just wants to let the Germans die and win, and he and his brothers must do it personally. This will be the best gift to his comrade, the man he admires. Alsim knows that he can
The only two things that satisfied the young man were the German's head and the most glorious victory.
This is a man who scorns great beliefs and lofty ideals. His only goal is to fight for the "king" he recognizes. Personal life and death does not matter, as long as this is recognized by that man, this is what he has achieved.
Thinking that the only way to value life is that there is no other way.
"How far have we gone? How far are we from the Kraut's headquarters?"
The company officer on the side just rolled around lazily, twisting into the trench like a caterpillar stimulated by the fire. Alsim, who had just changed the magazine of the rifle in his hand, already asked questions.
In the process of rolling around in his mouth, he ate a mouthful of stinky mud that smelled of blood and gunpowder smoke. He was busy taking out the dirt in his mouth with his hands, and he didn't even forget to answer the questions. He was a little vague but reluctant.
Words that could be understood clearly came out of his mouth.
"I don't know. I've already been beaten crazy. Who can care about counting steps to calculate the distance at this time? We don't even know where our infantry tank is now. How can we know the number of routes?"
Alsim, who frowned, certainly looked unhappy when he heard this. He knew that the tough Slavic guy next to him was difficult to deal with. Lian Fu, who likes to be stubborn when adrenaline is on, had his own way, so he kept it in his mouth.
The remaining half of the sentence was spoken before Alsim opened his mouth.
"But I just picked up a German guy who had his leg blown off and asked about it. That suka thing pointed at the bumpkin over there. It's over there, that place. I guess it should be here after rushing so far."
"Look at the terrain around you. If you go further, you will find an open area beyond the position. It is estimated that it is a German minefield and a buffer zone. If you continue walking forward, it is estimated that there will be another complete defensive position. The third
road."
As he spoke, the company officer was still picking at the filth stuffed between his teeth. He felt as if there was some blasted German soft tissue stuck in the gap between his teeth along with the smelly mud and dirt. It was disgusting.
It's very uncomfortable to say.
Being able to dig it out at this moment is naturally the best result, otherwise I don’t know when I will be free.
"You mean that place is the command post?"
"Otherwise? It's almost too much. Did the Germans place the command post of the second position on the third position? Have you ever seen the Germans do this? I haven't seen it anyway."
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Alsim, who poked half of his head out of the trench to take a look, was noncommittal. Unable to dig out the dirt between his teeth, the company officer was so anxious that he directly pulled the charging handle of the AK, pulled out a complete bullet, and began to use sharp rifle bullets.
When he was acting as a toothpick, he was picking his teeth on the spot. He didn't expect that his unconventional partner next to him would whisper in the next second.
"That's it, come with me! Take the place and see if there are any big fish!"
"What? Hey! Sukabulet wait for me!"
Seeing this, the company officer with bullets still in his mouth hurriedly led the soldiers behind him to follow the rash company commander comrades, for fear that something would happen to the uncle and his life would be taken away.
it's here.
Bullets were still flying in all directions on the battlefield, and the scorching hot air temperature could even evaporate beads of sweat quickly. Explosions one after another continued to explode in the ears against the rolling hot wind.
Ignoring all of this, Alsim held up his bayonet and loaded his AK with bullets, and just hunched over and rushed forward along the trench.
"Sani Tower! Sani Tower!"
Hearing his voice before seeing him, Alsim didn't know what the German guy, whose footsteps were getting closer and closer, and who was still yelling, wanted to do, but he knew what he should do next.
Holding the dagger tightly in one hand and unsheathing it, the other hand pulled out the Tokarev pistol slanted in the chest sling. The attached bayonet AK, which was not suitable for use at such close range around the corner, was hung on the arm by the gun belt.
In the meantime, Alsim, whose muscles were as tense as a fully drawn long bow, was ready.
"Here! This way! There are wounded in front, follow them!"
The German platoon leader who subconsciously turned his head to greet his comrades behind him did not expect that at the moment he turned his head and passed by, a figure like an arrow had already rushed out from the corner of the trench, seizing the opportunity to attack him without warning.
He raised his hands on the back of his head defensively and ran straight towards me.