Through the grass in front of him, Chris, a senior German infantry soldier, was looking at the opposite position with his 4x ZF39 scope.

Bullets were whistling around him, and in front of him, there was a German assault gun No. 3 that was advancing on his side. The assault gun moved forward little by little, followed by a large number of soldiers.

Without making Budyonny wait long, the German storming forces began a formal attack. Clearing the outskirts of Smolensk was their task.

The Soviet troops on the periphery did not have any decent units at all, anti-tank weapons were very scarce, and machine guns were pitifully few.

In this case, the German attack was very fast: the other side did not even have decent weapons, how could they stop the German attack?

Inside the trenches, the fire was opened by women and children, who were dressed as beggars, and their combat effectiveness was infinitely close to zero.

When the German tanks were still 1 kilometer away, the Soviet machine-gun positions opened fire, and rifles joined the ranks of shooting, which was not polite at all.

The problem is not only that the machine gun position was exposed prematurely, but also that after the opponent opened fire, there was no intention of shifting.

Chris was also not polite at all, he aimed at the machine gun shooter in the distance, and shot the opponent in the head.

Immediately, the machine gun over there was silent, and when the fire was fired again, the shooter did not even have a steel helmet, and his head was still exposed.

Chris squinted his eyes and easily pressed the crosshair from the scope on his gun against his opponent's forehead and pulled the trigger.

“！” After a gunshot, through his scope, Chris saw his man's head shattered and his hair scattered.

He swallowed and looked away a little strangely. Puzzled in his heart, he muttered in a low voice: "Hair? ”

Then he saw that his tank had run over the enemy's defensive positions, and the Germans behind the tank jumped into the trench, and the gunfire immediately became fierce.

Seeing the signal from his comrades coming back, several German machine gun squads and snipers who were in charge of covering began to advance.

They rushed out of the trench as fast as they could, and then ran as hard as they could, until they jumped into the trench dug by the Soviets, and then began to gasp for air.

It's not easy to run with a weapon, let alone bent over a battlefield full of bullets.

Suddenly, out of curiosity and with his weapon in hand, the German sniper Chris began to walk along the Soviet trenches to one side.

He stepped on the corpses of Soviet soldiers lying in the trenches, and some of them lay on their backs at the bottom of the trenches, with crimson holes in their bodies.

There is a slight feeling of stepping on these corpses, which is not a good feeling, and it makes people sick to think about it.

Chris looked down at his feet and saw the corpse under his feet, a middle-aged man wearing a Soviet military uniform, but no leggings and no steel helmet.

Just look at the face that was distorted by the pain before he died, and you can know that he is almost 50 years old. This is not the age of being a soldier at all, and even the age of the son of the corpse is a bit too old to be a soldier.

With his weapon in hand, Chris didn't know what to think, and he stepped on the corpses step by step, past the German soldiers who were resting on the trenches.

The first line of defense took only a few minutes to take, and they may have encountered a group of old men posing as Soviets.

As he walked, Chris saw the Soviet machine-gun position where he had just fired, and saw the corpses lying on the ground here.

The German grenadiers had already cleared the place, and everyone was killed, leaving no enemy behind.

And now, here belonged to a German machine-gun group, which was leaning against the pit wall of the trench, loading their machine guns with new drums.

Although the chain is a better option for supplying ammunition, it is not known when the machine gun needs to be lifted to move the firing position during the attack, so it is more convenient to play the drum.

Seeing Chris walking over, the other party didn't say anything and continued the work in hand. They were surrounded by the corpses of Soviets, and blood was still flowing.

"What are you looking for?" Finally, after loading his machine gun, the machine gun shooter asked.

"Find a corpse!" Chris lowered his head and saw the corpse under his feet, the face of the corpse.

This is a young child, or rather a young girl. The bullet passed through her forehead, causing her hair to fall apart.

The corpse still had its eyes open, and next to a pair of beautiful blue eyeballs, it had been soaked in spilled blood. She died, completely.

I have to say, this is a very beautiful girl. If it weren't for the war, she might have married a good lad.

It's a pity that she came to this criminal battlefield and met the unit with the highest percentage of German snipers. So she died, very completely.

The German infantry was still cautiously attacking, and the whistling shells swept over their heads and landed inside the city of Smolensk.

The sound of the building collapsing can be heard clearly from several kilometers away. The sound of shell explosions echoed in the sky, and the rising black smoke obscured the sky.

This is a war, a war in the truest sense of the word. Destruction has become commonplace here, and destruction has replaced everything and become the main theme.

Chris opened his eyes and looked at the girl lying on the ground at his feet, and he wanted to reach out and touch the girl's cheek.

It's a pity that there were other German soldiers in the trenches, and he really couldn't do such a perverted thing as touching the cheeks of corpses.

The battle continues, and the cheers of the charge have already sounded. Kerry knew he couldn't stay any longer, and he had to fight his own.

He swore under the national flag that he would fight for the Führer until the last moment. So he had to fulfill his oath and really fight until the second of victory.

Germany must win, and only victory can survive in the future! This is what the Führer said, and what the Führer said was right!

Chris climbed out of the trench, the machine-gun positions around him still strafing, and tracer bullets formed an arc and flew into the distance.

"Suddenly! Dodo! The sound of the ripper was very distinctive, and Chris had the confidence to keep running.

He lifted his feet, thinking of the pretty girl's face, and ran forward step by step.

In the distance, the German troops continued to advance and had already rushed to the edge of the city.