Beside the Soviet soldier who was hit by the bullet, the others also fell in disarray, and most of them had no chance of getting back up......

Just a few minutes after the start of a new round of Soviet counterattacks, another round of German suppressive artillery shelling began, as a matter of course.

This time, the Germans showed no mercy, and a heart-rending artillery bombardment knocked the Soviets to pieces, and they retreated to the place where they had started.

They even had to give up some positions very close to the Germans, because the defeated Soviet troops did not have the courage to return to those terrible places.

Several Soviet soldiers ran over the low wall with their weapons in their hands, holding on to their steel helmets, and with their sporadic steps they avoided the rubble scattered on the ground.

"The Germans fought back! On the left side of the street, there are their tanks! A Soviet soldier shouted loudly as he ran.

This sentence made everyone hesitate for a moment, they could not believe that after a long preparation, the German offensive had begun without warning.

Wasn't it just a counterattack from your own side? How did it turn into a German attack in an instant?

The Soviet recruits, who had just risen from the ground, looked in amazement at their own soldiers who had come back from the rout in front of them like a low tide.

He touched the steel helmet above his head with his hand, and then quickly ran backwards after the defeated friendly army.

If he runs slowly, he will be hit by German bullets flying behind him - so he has to be fast, faster than when he attacks!

A bullet suddenly hit the comrade next to him, and the huge inertia caused the soldier to stumble forward for a few meters before falling to the ground. Blood oozed from his chest, staining the ground nearby.

He wailed, screamed, and struggled on the ground, trying to move his already heavy body.

The Soviet recruit bent down to reach out and drag the wounded back behind the low wall where he had been hiding before the attack.

But he hesitated and struggled, and finally did not have the courage to risk being hit and drag his comrades back to safety.

After all, in the midst of a hail of bullets, even just a helping hand requires extraordinary courage.

In just a second, the recruit who wanted to save people didn't have to struggle internally, because he had already run past the wounded man, and there was no chance to reach out.

In fact, there is really no need to save it, because the Soviet army has long run out of medicine to rescue its own people who have been shot.

Even if the man was dragged back to the field hospital, the wounded would have died from excessive bleeding - almost all of them would have died, which was also a disaster caused by the lack of medicine in the Soviet army.

Eventually, the recruit finally ran back to where he had set out. When he moved forward, he thought that he had rushed forward at least a hundred meters, but when he escaped, he realized that he was only a few dozen meters away.

And it was the distance of tens of meters that also made him feel like a long road when he ran back.

The bullets whizzed by, and the experience was really terrifying. In order to put an end to this horror, the Soviet recruit rushed behind the low wall at once, leaning against the low wall and gasping for breath.

I don't know if it was because of the excessive production of adrenaline or for some other reason, he pulled the bolt of the gun and slowly pushed a bullet into the chamber.

He loaded his rifle and poked his head out of the corner to observe the bloody scenes of the battlefield.

On the other side of the street, he saw several Soviet soldiers being driven out of the trenches by a German tank, and they ran backwards frantically, only to be swept to the ground by the machine guns spraying tongues of fire from the tank hull.

It was the first time he had seen a German tank so closely, and it was also the first time he felt the shock and pressure brought by the huge body of the steel monster.

He saw some German soldiers in camouflage smocks jumping into Soviet trenches and capturing one Soviet position after another.

It was also the first time he had seen German soldiers, and they didn't look anything special - the Germans kept their bodies down as much as possible, and they looked embarrassed.

Picking up his rifle and aiming it at a German soldier following the tank, he closed one eye and held his breath.

His fingers pulled the trigger, and a massive blast sent his rifle flying high.

Bullets fly out, without discrimination. As the gunshots rang out, a German soldier fell in the distance, nothing out of the ordinary.

It was the first time he had shot on the battlefield, and the pain in his shoulder reminded him of his environment, and the feeling of fear finally returned to his body.

The courage he had just had long since dissipated, and he felt his legs trembling, and now the Soviet recruit was barely able to get up and run away.

He had to pull the bolt of his gun once more and reload the bullet again. After recovering for a moment, he turned around and prepared to leave the low wall where he was hiding.

As if discovering his location, German bullets hit the low wall, splattering a cloud of dust.

The bullets crackled against the walls, and it was impossible to tell if it was machine gun fire or an assault rifle bullet.

A Soviet soldier ran over the low wall, and then fell in a hail of bullets.

Circumventing the German firing angle, the recruit kept running, as if there was a monster with a bloody mouth open behind him, ready to devour him.

And as he ran, the Germans occupied a new neighborhood and took control of more of the city of Kharkov.

The Germans were less than a kilometer away from the center of Kharkov, and the Germans were no longer far from the complete capture of the city.

In the face of absolute power, the Soviet defenders, with no help outside and no food and grass inside, did not hold out for long, they tried to hold on in the ruins, but in the end they failed.

Seven Soviet infantry divisions were annihilated by the Germans here, most of the Soviet soldiers surrendered, and about 30,000 people were killed in street battles.

The Germans also paid a price, with more than 7,000 soldiers killed and wounded in street fighting, but they completed the task of attacking - taking Kharkov as quickly as possible.

Because the city was to be used as a support for the winter, the German attack was very ferocious, and some did not hesitate to spend money.

On October 15, Guderian's Army Group B, under the command of infantry units, captured Kharkov.

And this Soviet recruit, who was constantly retreating, handed over his weapons on the same day, raised his hands and was escorted in the direction of Kyiv.