He staggered a few steps and almost fell to the snow like a dog chewing shit. The second lieutenant platoon leader threw down his gun, turned around and ran away immediately. He looked so panicked, as if he was unprepared.
Under the circumstances, he improvised and chose to run away, turning his back on the enemy.
"Damn! Andillo, danger, come back quickly!!!"
Desperate Captain Vasile shouted the names of his comrades with all his strength, but it was already too late for the fleeing platoon leader who had his back turned to the enemy.
A barrage of crimson tracer machine guns coming from nowhere killed the young platoon leader.
A total of thirteen rounds of 7.62mm machine gun bullets broke through the military uniform on the back, smashed the fragile ribs and spine, and together with the bone fragments, pressed the fragile internal organs into the chest and turned it into a pile of flesh and blood.
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The warhead, which kept rolling but still had strong remaining kinetic energy, broke open the chest with a terrifying cavity effect and burst out, almost tearing the fragile chest into pieces with an extremely cruel method that was no less brutal than an alien chest rupture.
When the right foot that was originally suspended in mid-air landed on the ground again, what collapsed was a heavy corpse with eyes wide open and an expression of disbelief.
Ula——
Five seconds is very short, so short that it may not even be enough to take out a lighter to light the cigarette in his mouth. It is even short enough for Captain Wasile, who once again witnessed the death of his comrades, to turn around and see for himself.
Take a look at what those Russian soldiers who rushed to the position with roars looked like.
The Russian soldiers rushed towards the ruined position with rifles with bayonets in their hands. Facing a completely different enemy, they did not hesitate at all. They held out the cold silver bayonets with both hands and stabbed into the warm blood in an instant.
Hot chest was splattered with blood.
The position was breached in just the blink of an eye. Captain Vasile had no time to react before he was blocked by three Russian soldiers who rushed up close to him.
Captain Vasile, who had no time to think too much, raised the weapon in his hand and pulled his trigger first before the Russian soldiers opened fire.
Click——
The moment the trigger was pulled, what came from the barrel of the gun was not the explosive sound of violently burning propellant, but a hollow and desperate sound of the firing pin hitting nothing.
Destiny did not even leave Captain Vasile time to be surprised or regretful. The Russian soldier at the front fired from the waist while running and pulled the trigger in his hand.
Da da da da da da——
The Bobosha submachine gun that Captain Vasil wanted to get very much brought about the end of its fate. Nearly twenty rounds of 7.62mm Tokarev pistol bullets were used like filling jelly beans into a bottle.
It poured into Captain Wasile's body instantly.
Captain Vasil, who was looking downwards, could even witness with his own eyes the blood spurting out of his body before he felt the pain.
His weak body leaned back and hit the cold ground hard.
The moment the back of his head hit the ground and his helmet hit the hard ground, Captain Vasil unconsciously swung his head to the left and saw the last scene that his fate had left for him. That was when his best friend Lieutenant Pavel was blown to pieces.
When only half of it was left, his head fell to his feet.
"Pfft... ha, cough... let's, let's go home right now, go home together, brother..."
Trying to use the last bit of strength to reach the half of the head that is so close and within reach...
But no matter whether Captain Vasil, who was spitting out blood, had enough strength to do this, the Russian soldiers who had to make up for it clearly would not give him such a chance again.
Da da da--
This time, the scorching hot warhead not only shattered Captain Wasile's heart, but also pierced his throat that was used to breathe and make sounds. The fingertips that had just been lifted into the air felt like they were being twisted for an instant.
It fell back to the ground as hard as a blown candle, unable to make the slightest move again and lost its vitality forever.
"Keep going! Comrades, crush the fascist lackeys, Ulla!"
Ula——
The last thing Captain Wasile thought before he completely lost consciousness was probably a very simple sentence.
"It turns out that those Russian heavy tanks are really so huge."
The cold winter wind blew on the cold steel body, instantly condensing the originally warm blood into crystal clear crimson ice crystals.
The number 177 on the armor plate on the front of the car body has not changed. The Guards logo and the white bear head logo painted on the huge and solid turret do not care about any disguise. Malashenko is holding a radio transmitter in his hand.
Holding the commander's periscope in front of him with one hand, he gave orders to all channels.
"Advance at low speed! Each gunner keeps suppressing machine gun fire, and the main gun is deactivated! Press those fascist lackeys until they cannot lift their heads!"
The resistance of the first defensive position that was blasted into the lunar surface was actually far less than Malashenko expected.
The fighting will of those Romanian soldiers cannot be said to be lacking. In Malashenko's view, the vast majority of them have even exceeded the level of a qualified soldier.
However, poor and inferior equipment levels and field command and organization capabilities that were far inferior to those of the German army led to their failure.
Malashenko even saw with his own eyes about a squad of Romanian soldiers, all crowded into the same huge crater, sticking their heads out and firing volleys, eventually causing an IS1 heavy tank that was annoyed by the Tickle Mars attack to turn around
At the muzzle, an 85mm high-explosive bomb came and the whole family barreled up into the sky.
It is absolutely impossible for such stupid pig-like tactical command to happen to those German Wehrmacht forces who slipped into the mud. These Romanian soldiers with extremely poor overall combat effectiveness were almost killed by the accompanying infantry who rushed to the position in less than a cigarette.
Got it clean.
The few light machine gun fire points that were stubbornly resisting were swept away by a bunch of coaxial machine guns that concentrated fire. Malashenko, who calmly accepted that the battle was far simpler and more realistic than he expected, gave the order again.
"Continue the attack! Target the second defensive position, the 1st Guards Heavy Tank Brigade, charge!"
The Soviet heavy artillery group that was extending artillery fire towards the second defensive position had just stopped preparing for 80 minutes of artillery fire. The second defensive position, which was far more solidly defended than the first defensive position, was in a miserable state at this moment. It can only be said that it was more difficult than having been breached.
The first defensive position is slightly better.
The biggest obstacle to the second defensive position was not the stubborn resistance of the remaining Romanian soldiers, but the huge craters scattered everywhere like moon craters.
Sitting in the commander's position like a rocking car, Malashenko tried his best to steady his body while swaying. After the fog dissipated, the second defensive position ignited by the flames of war was already close at hand.