The next day, the brutal battle continued.

Shulka felt that his body no longer belonged to him, and he was just mechanically dodging the shells in the trenches, leaning out of the trenches and pulling the trigger again and again to knock the enemy down.

The fighters didn't even need his orders, they knew what they had to do, and they even knew when they should die with the enemy tanks with the explosives pack.

All were in the middle of a wild and bloody battle, with shells exploding, shrapnel and bullets harvesting the attacking enemy and tearing apart the flesh of the living and the dead.

Sometimes Shulka can't help but think about some questions:

How could humanity afford such a brutal battle?

Where is the hiding place in such a hell?

Every life here has experienced more than ten or twenty years of growth, is it that these growth is here to meet a bullet?

These questions are, of course, not answered.

Shulka only knew that all the people here, whether they were enemies or their own people, had murderous intent in their eyes, hatred, and a kind of machine-like coldness.

A few shells exploded at the edge of the trench, and Shulka bent down and then habitually maneuvered along the trench, knowing that his position was already being targeted by the enemy.

Shulka was running and was suddenly pulled by a wounded man.

When you look closely, it's Larinovic...... The soldier who was injured in the arm by a mine in Kyiv and returned to the unit.

"Comrade Company Commander!" Larinovich screamed in panic: "Help me, help me......"

Shulka leaned out to shoot a bullet and took advantage of the ammo change to observe his wounds, both of his legs were blown off by the shells, and his body was also covered with wounds, and he was trying to bandage his broken leg with bandages and sleeves to stop the bleeding.

Shulka couldn't help but be shocked by the young man's desire to survive, and he still had the strength to do this under such severe pain, and at the last moment he grabbed Shulka in the hope of saving his life...... Perhaps he had become accustomed to seeing Shulka as his savior, thinking that Shulka could save him like he did last time.

But Shulka knew that it was pointless, and no one would survive such an injury unless he was operated on in the hospital immediately.

"Sorry, Larinovic!" Shulka and then ripped off Larinovic's hand that grabbed his trouser leg.

"Comrade company commander, comrade company commander......" Larinovich shouted anxiously.

Or maybe he didn't shout, it was just the sound that echoed in Shulka's head, because Shulka found that he could still hear it even when the shells exploded around him.

Shulka will never forget the disappointment in Larinovic's eyes, or despair, from hope to despair.

But Shulka could not stop to help him, he could not waste time for a mortal wounded, otherwise the entire line of defense could be broken through by the enemy due to a gap in firepower.

Shulka shouted and fired bullets at the enemy.

He didn't know why he was doing it.

Is it to drive away the fear in your heart?

Is it to avoid Larinovic's eyes?

Is it to hide the guilt for him?

Maybe all three.

Shulka wanted to drop his gun and cry, but he couldn't, he had to keep fighting, stepping on the corpses of his comrades and pulling grenades from them.

The battle finally stopped, and the Germans once again dropped large numbers of corpses and retreated from the position.

Shulka was stunned for a moment, then ran to Larinovic's position like crazy.

Originally lying in the trench, he leaned against the wall of the trench, he seemed to have accepted his fate, took out a horse box cigarette from his bosom and prepared to roll one for himself, but he couldn't even do this...... He was powerless to open the lid of the cigarette box, and the appearance of trying was his last posture.

Shulka silently took the carton cigarette from his hand, opened it, took the newspaper and carefully rolled it up, lit it in his mouth, and then stuffed it into Larinovic's mouth.

"You are not to blame, Comrade Shulka!" The instructor understood what was going on, and he was not far from Shulka.

Shulka didn't answer, just sat down next to Larinovic in a daze.

Shulka may be right for the troops, but not for Larinovic.

"We're thirty-one left!" Pukarev reported: "More than half of them were wounded! ”

The "wounded" here does not refer to minor injuries, but injuries that will affect the battle to varying degrees.

Shulka nodded.

The instructor handed Shulka a cigarette and said, "Did you hear that?" The one right next to us will let the station ......."

"Hmm!" Shulka nodded.

A station is a station where trains give way to each other on the railway, and it is a place that plays a role in train scheduling.

"A platoon of 28 people!" "They held off the charge of 20 tanks of the Germans, as well as at least two companies of German infantry, for four whole hours," said the instructor! ”

28 warriors?

Shulka has heard this in modern times, and they have passed down a famous phrase that has been passed down to later generations is a phrase shouted by the instructor Klochkov before his death: "The great Soviet Union has a vast land, but there is no way back, and behind it is Moscow!" ”

"What are you trying to tell me?" Shulka asked rhetorically: "Let's be ready to be heroes?" ”

"Do we have any other options?" The instructor asked rhetorically.

It's true that Shulka didn't have a choice, neither did the instructor and anyone else.

Shulka could even understand why he didn't retreat.

Shulka was a man from the past, and he could look at the battlefield from a historical perspective, so he knew very well that the German attack would not be able to reach Moscow at the end of the attack, or that even if it did, it would not be able to occupy it.

But Rokossovsky did not know, Major Gavrilov did not know, Zhukov did not know......

Because they don't know, they can only resist the enemy's attack on the front line and not retreat a single step.

What can Shulka do?

Tell them that the Germans have a weak successor? Or tell them that a cold snap is coming?

No, if they do, they will either be taken crazy or they will be seen as an excuse to run away.

So Shulka could only stay at the front line, watching his comrades fall one by one, watching death approach him step by step.

"Do you know what my last wish is?" The instructor leaned against the trench wall and threw up his head and exhaled a puff of smoke: "There is a lake two miles from here, I used to swim there a lot, I really wish I could swim again, but unfortunately it has frozen ......"

"There's a lake behind us?" Shulka's eyes widened when he heard this.

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