The completely frightened recruit Danzi didn't react until he heard the veteran's scolding, but he just grabbed the Mauser rifle in his hand and trembled, looking at his squad leader and the big Russian who was stronger than the squad leader.
People were fighting each other and rolling on the ground, but there was no effective help.
"Shasen! Idiot, come and help me."
The old German squad leader who couldn't remember the last time he had a decent meal had no strength to push away the Russian who was pressing on him.
The big Slavic man weighed at least 189 pounds on his body. In desperation, he could only call on the recruit, who was not very reliable, to help him.
Unexpectedly, the new recruit was not only frightened out of his wits, he was so frightened that he couldn't even hold the gun steady. He just stood there with his legs trembling and even his upper and lower lips kept fighting.
Seeing that there was no hope for the new recruit, the veteran squad leader could only find a way to rely on himself and try to use his last bit of strength to pull out the dagger in his belt.
"Die! Nacui, die!"
The Russian who had his gun taken away from him during the fight was too lazy to pick it up. In his rage, he was no longer satisfied with strangling the enemy who was riding under him to death. He began to choke the enemy's neck with one hand and swung it with the other hand.
The old fist kept hitting the opponent's face.
Poof——
Just as his right hand touched the handle of the knife at his waist, and he had time to hold it firmly and pull it out, the impact and force of the sand bowl-sized fist hitting his face directly knocked the veteran squad leader's head to the ground.
Turning to one side, the right hand that had just touched the handle of the knife immediately lost its strength and failed to draw out the knife.
"I'll fucking kill you! I'll beat you to death, you Suka bastard!"
A right uppercut hit the enemy riding below him with stars in his eyes and dizziness. The strong Red Army soldier said nothing, followed by another left uppercut, hitting the innocent temple hard.
He hit the opponent directly until spittle came out.
The matter was not over yet. The right fist that had already retracted its energy was thrust out again with a fierce blow. A punch to the face directly hit the enemy's Adam's apple. In an instant, it seemed that the sound of cartilage breaking could be heard and echoed.
In the air between ears.
"Die, you naughty bitch!"
Pfft——
He clasped his fingers together into a fist, made it look like a sledgehammer, and dropped it heavily from the top of his head. The blow was extremely precise, and it hit the face of Na Chui who was about to lose his intuition in front of him.
The force of this final blow was so great that the entire nose of the old German squad leader seemed to have been completely dented into his head. His face was covered with indescribable blood and stains, whether it was skin or flesh.
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After the enemy was killed, the Red Army soldier stood up from the corpse again. As soon as he turned around, he saw an enemy with a gun standing behind him. However, he neither pointed the gun at him nor did he seem to have any obvious intention to kill him.
I mean, he just held the tattered Mauser rifle in his hand like a mop stick with his whole body shaking, and kept mumbling.
"Don't kill me. Don't kill me. Please don't kill me. I was arrested when I went to the street with Yeager to buy bread. My mother was still waiting for me to go back and buy bread for her. I beg you.
Please don’t kill me, my two brothers are dead, my mother has only me as her child, he can’t lose me. Please don’t kill me, don’t kill me, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo [aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
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Looking at the German recruit in front of him who had completely collapsed and even dropped the gun in his hand, the Red Army soldier with blood on his fist did not speak. He just bent down to pick up the gun that had just been taken away from him, and dropped it on the
After checking the AK assault rifle on the ground to confirm that it was still usable, he walked over to the German recruit who was kneeling on the ground.
"You are lucky, I can understand your birdsong."
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The German recruit Danzi, who was wiping tears from his nose and was stunned after hearing this, just raised his head blankly and looked at the enemy in front of him who had just punched his squad leader to death.
"Why don't you shoot."
The brave winner asks questions, while the defeated coward can only answer truthfully.
"I don't dare, I haven't even killed a chicken. My mother has always taught me to be a good person, and I just want to stay with her until she grows old, but they want to arrest me as a soldier."
"Yeager is dead, blown out of the trench by a shell. He was my best friend. I couldn't save him. Now I'm the only one left. Woo me. I want to go home. I miss my mother. Woohoo."
The young Red Army soldier did not intend to laugh at how weak, cowardly, and a complete coward the enemy in front of him was.
In fact, even if he had been a little braver just now and dared to raise the rifle in his hand and shoot himself in the back, the person standing here now would definitely not be him.
Although it sounds awkward, the fact that he is still alive is indeed a result of the enemy in front of him. It was his seeming weakness and incompetence that gave him the opportunity to still stand here after beating the enemy to death.
And, more importantly.
The collapsed recruit who was kneeling on the ground in front of him looked really young. He was estimated to be a sixteen or seventeen year old who was much younger than himself. He was definitely not an adult. His face was covered with dust and stains.
There is even a light layer of down on the dark cheeks.
The so-called "lago hair has not faded completely" refers to this situation.
"Lie down on the ground, you are being captured! As long as you cooperate honestly, the Red Army will ensure your life is safe."
The sound of gunfire exchanges outside the trenches continued, but the excited recruit Danzi was overjoyed when he heard this. He was completely incompatible with the roaring artillery and death-strewn battlefield background, and he couldn't fit in at all.
Like an outsider.
"Really? So, so I can go home and see my mother?!"
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The Red Army soldiers holding AKs were completely speechless. What kind of things did the Germans capture and use as strong men to make up for the number of people? How can a childish kid like this who has no fighting spirit become a soldier?
That is to say, Malashenko was not here and did not see this scene.
If Malashenko saw it, he would definitely have to say something with emotion on the spot.
If you German guy has no job, you don't have to force yourself, you can just bite the lighter.
"Go to the labor camp first. If you perform well enough and be released early, you will definitely be able to see your mother again. If I have the chance, I will go to the labor camp to see you."
This was probably the best news he had heard since he was drafted. The German recruit Danzi, who had already collapsed, thanked him non-stop, and cried with joy as his nose was full of tears.
The Red Army soldier, who was not much older, had no time to delay any longer. The squad leader who was passing by was already at the trench, calling him to follow the team and continue charging. This battle, which was not far away from being completely ended, would still be in this final moment.