"Boom!" In a suburban wheat field, a shell fell, accompanied by a splash of dirt, and the Soviet infantry craned their necks in the surrounding positions, waiting for more shells to arrive.

Sure enough, the second shell soon arrived, exploding in a distant place into a cloud of sparks that blew off the roof of a barn.

The Germans came, and this time they really came. The other side was already very close to Moscow, so close that they could already use artillery shells to greet the Soviet soldiers stationed on the outskirts of Moscow.

"Hey! I am the 414th regiment! Right! The Germans are shelling our defensive positions! I don't know if the second line of defense is missing, the phone line doesn't work...... Be! Comrade Political Commissar! I'll send soldiers to confirm at once! "In a hidden regimental headquarters, the Soviet regimental commander was checking the shelling with his superiors.

Above his head was a bunker of wood and sandbags, a very sturdy and concealed headquarters.

The cannonballs shook the ground, and scraps of dirt and stone fell through the gaps in the stakes and landed on the map with a soft clatter.

The regimental commander tossed away the gray scraps and dirt with his hands, then pinched the phone and continued: "I didn't hear the gunshots, the Germans didn't attack my position, and the casualties haven't been counted...... Yes! Yes! I understand. ”

After finishing speaking, he put down his phone and instructed the communicator next to him: "You personally go to the division headquarters to confirm the situation of the 411th regiment on the front line!" Tell the division commander...... Forget it, he should know that there is something wrong with the phone line. ”

The communicator nodded in defiance, turned and walked out of the hidden headquarters under fire.

Outside is a communication trench, and a little further away is a reinforced concrete heavy machine gun emplacement, and in the distance there are anti-tank guns, where countless soldiers are guarded.

Everything was covered with camouflage nets for air defense, anti-slopes in some places, and countless tents.

It was a huge barracks that was home to at least 3,000 Soviet troops before the Germans turned it into a front line.

But now it has become an area of German shelling. Another shell fell, and a tent was blown away, and the daily necessities inside were scattered, and it looked so desolate.

"The General Command called and asked about our shelling...... the Soviet regiment commander said helplessly, looking at the officer beside him.

Orders had been received before, and all troops on the positions could not take a step back without permission.

They were still far from the front line, but what they didn't expect was that their positions were shelled by the Germans so soon......

It seems that the German troops will not attack here for too long. This made the Soviet regiment commander very entangled, and he felt that his life was really bad.

This infantry regiment, or rather the infantry division that included the superior of this regiment, was the main force of the Soviet Union - at least a third of the trained soldiers could be considered the main force.

"Wait for the shelling to be over, and the casualties will be confirmed immediately...... Let the soldiers have lunch in the positions, and the rations will be distributed in the various cooking squads, so that there will be no chaos! He said with a solemn expression as he looked through the observation holes around his headquarters and looked at the shells that kept falling on his position.

In just a few moments, the shelling had stopped, and although there was still the sound of shells falling and exploding in the distance, silence had returned to the place.

The German shelling was like a greeting between two people passing by, and the point was very measured.

What was left for the Soviet defenders was a period of embarrassment, as well as the sorting out of the entire position and the counting of the wounded.

The war is getting closer and closer to Moscow, to the point of unsettling. On a position still smoky, a Soviet soldier poked his head out of a trench.

He saw a huge crater not far in front of his position, and the fragments of his tent scattered around the crater.

The tent had been completely destroyed, including the bedding that had not had time to be packed, and the personal letters and other items that had been left inside.

The good news was that he saved his life, at least not from the hasty shelling.

In his opinion, no one would have been injured by such a sloppy shelling at all. He was holding his rifle and was about to laugh at the Germans when he heard a hurried shout.

Retracting his head, the Soviet soldier turned sideways and looked into the trench behind him.

Two soldiers carrying stretchers hurriedly ran past him, and the wounded on the stretcher were unlucky people who had been hit by shrapnel, lying on the stretcher bleeding and dying.

"Someone is wounded! One shell fell in the trench and 3 people died! There was also a serious injury! As he ran, the soldier carrying the stretcher shouted loudly.

"What about the medics? Go to the Medic! A veteran pointed to the location of the regimental headquarters not far away, where there was a semi-underground bunker that served as the field hospital of their regiment.

Because the Soviet Union had few medical personnel, it was simply impossible to ration too many of them to each unit, and the vast majority of medical personnel were precious, generally waiting for the wounded to come to the door in field hospitals that were safer in the rear.

It is not much easier to train a medic than a tank driver, so sometimes these details are overlooked by the higher-ups.

Who cares about the popularity of non-combat units such as the Medic when the number of combat units such as snipers cannot meet the needs of the front?

"Not many people died...... There are only 3 ...... The situation is already very good, but the mood of the recruits in the regiment fluctuates greatly, and it is normal for them to see dead people and be afraid of timidity. The commissar looked at his regimental commander and spoke about the casualties.

He had just returned from outside, and he was not in the command headquarters for the shelling just now. He had just reached the halfway point of his patrol position, and could only hide in the trenches and wait for the shelling to pass.

When he said this, he turned his head and looked at the buildings on the edge of the city of Moscow not far away: "That's Moscow...... Seven kilometers behind us is Moscow......"

"So we can't take a step back and fight here with the Germans until the last moment!" The regiment commander looked at his political commissar and said: "Fight for the motherland!" ”

"That's right! We are going to fight for the Motherland! The political commissar nodded and said approvingly: "You must hold your position!" Buy the most time for the Motherland! Victory will be ours in the end! ”