It didn't take long for Shulka to know that it was completely unnecessary to worry about the accidental injuries of the recruits, because there would be many more "accidental injuries" in this battle than expected......

The gunfire continued to advance into the trenches, and the Soviet deserters fled across the trenches in droves.

Then Shulka sensed the danger: it was night, and if it continued, the Germans would have followed the Soviet deserters and stormed the trenches without much effort.

"Comrade Second Lieutenant!" Shulka looked in the direction of Davydov.

Ensign Davydov also sensed this, he gritted his teeth, and then replied: "Combat readiness, wait for orders!" ”

"Yes, combat readiness, waiting for orders!" Shulka passed the order down, and the veteran waited for a few squad leaders to pass the order down.

Of course, the squad leaders had to do more than that, they had to drag frightened recruits out of the trenches and make them raise their guns.

Three hundred meters.

Several flares slowly rose into the air, illuminating the positions ahead.

This distance could have been fired...... As mentioned before, due to the light forcing range, the Soviet army is actually more suitable to fight from a distance of 300 meters.

But this time the Soviets could not start fighting, for the simple reason that the black pressure in front of them was full of Soviet deserters, and the bullets had to pass through them first.

Two hundred meters.

Shulka even felt that the Germans had done this on purpose, as they could have taken out all the Soviet deserters with machine gun fire, but they didn't...... With bayonets in hand, they unhurriedly followed the Soviet deserters forward, occasionally firing a few shots at the deserters' backs or throwing out a few grenades.

One hundred meters.

That was the location of the anti-tank trenches, and if the Soviet deserters were smart enough, they should use the anti-tank trenches as a line of defense to fight back, even if it was just for a while, they could have survived.

But in extreme fear, they had lost the ability to think, and they only knew how to flee and only know to be farther away from the Germans.

As a result, the deserters crossed the anti-tank trenches and continued to charge towards the trenches behind them.

They thought that the trench in front of them was the way to live, they thought that as long as they crossed it, it would be safe, and they thought that their own people would not shoot at them.

But......

The deserters did not even think that if they continued like this, the Soviet defense line would only collapse one after another, and no sober commander would let it develop like this.

"Fire!" Major Gavrilov commanded loudly.

Suddenly, a dense burst of gunfire rang out, and bullets flew out of the breeches of the soldiers, knocking down groups of Soviet deserters who rushed to the trenches.

Screams came one after another, the wounded Soviet deserters shouted and cursed, and some shouted:

"Don't shoot, your own people!"

"Are you crazy? We are our own people! ”

……

The clever knew to lie down at this point, although it would not be of much use, because the German army that followed would turn the land into a real battlefield.

Shulka was also pulling the trigger to shoot, though he didn't want to.

The reason was simple: he was a platoon commander, and more than thirty of his subordinates looked at him at every turn, especially the recruits, who could not be accused of disobeying orders if Shulka was soft-hearted.

At this moment, a Soviet deserter crawled in from the front of the trench with both hands and feet, which startled Shulka, and he habitually pointed his rifle at his head, but the next second realized that he needed to shoot the person who was blocking the muzzle.

Shulka was about to turn his gun, but was caught by the deserter.

"No, don't shoot!" The deserter begged Shulka almost with tears: "They are their own people, they are my comrades, please, let them not shoot......"

Shulka hesitated, but quickly broke free from the deserter's shackles.

"Get out of here!" Shulka commanded loudly.

But the deserter still didn't want to give up, so Shulka gave him the butt of a rifle to knock him unconscious.

Shulka couldn't imagine what he was like at that moment, and in retrospect after the war, he could hardly believe that it was something he would have done.

But on second thought, Shulka thinks that if this happens again, I'm afraid he will still do it.

Because if you don't do this, you will probably lose your life in the next moment.

Therefore, Shulka gritted his teeth and aimed at the fleeing Soviet soldiers, and kept pulling the trigger.

One, two, three......

It wasn't until he knocked down the fifth that he saw the helmet of the German soldier and the muzzle of his gun with a black hole.

This relieved Shulka.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and Shulka knocked a German soldier to the ground.

The German soldier's bayonet was covered in blood, and it was even dripping blood. It was clear that he had several lives under his command.

"Bang!" Another shot rang out, and another German soldier fell.

I don't know why, at this time, Shulka Strike felt more comfortable every time he knocked down an enemy, as if he was paying off his debts or avenging the Soviet deserters he had just killed.

But then Shulka felt a little funny, this is a war, a war to the death, if there are a few lives under his command that deserve to die, then Shulka himself will not be spared.

"Bang!" This time Shulka killed a German officer.

Shulka didn't recognize his rank due to the light, and he was directing his troops to change formation and charge...... Shulka knew that killing such a front-line commander would often slow down the German response.

Sure enough, the Germans separated from the Soviet deserters at this time, which also gave some of the surviving Soviet deserters a chance to escape back to the defensive line.

The German offensive slowed down, especially when they found an anti-tank trench in front of them...... The Germans were multi-tasking, and if the tanks were unable to advance, they would hardly send infantry to charge indiscriminately.

German commanders knew that a good soldier was an asset, so they rarely let soldiers die senselessly on the battlefield.

Shulka sat back in the trench, and then remembered the deserter he had just knocked unconscious. When I turned my head, I found that he had woken up and was crying as he watched the battlefield.

"You'd better retract your head!" Shulka said: "Otherwise it would not have been the butt of the gun, but the bullets of the Germans!" ”

"Get out of here!" The deserter shouted at Shulka: "You bastards, cold-blooded animals, traitors...... How can you shoot your own people......"

"We don't have a choice!" The veteran interrupted him.

"No, of course you do!" The deserter retorted: "You can wait until the Germans are close before fighting, why can't you let us pass!" ”

"You can't get by!" Shulka replied: "A little further away, the Germans will throw rows of grenades into our trenches, and then we will have to die with your comrades!" ”