In the midst of a devastated Soviet position, the corpse of a Soviet soldier suddenly moved, but after a moment's movement, everything seemed to fall silent again.

Patiently waited carefully, although the corpse had no life, after a long silence, it still moved obviously.

The floating earth on the corpse rolled off somewhat, and then underneath this corpse, a Soviet soldier, who had just woken up from a coma, struggled to sit up.

He tossed his rifle aside, trying to pull his legs out from under the corpse.

However, the pain immediately made his face pale, so he could only push aside the corpse that covered him with both hands.

Then, he found out that his leg was injured, and he didn't know what was inserted into his left thigh, but the injury was not serious.

He tried to move his leg and noticed that there was no more blood coming out except for the pain. The wound had dried up somewhat, but his trouser leg was mostly red with blood.

Looking at the corpse beside him, he knew that the blood on his pants did not belong to him, otherwise he should have died a long time ago.

Squinting, he looked at the situation around him. The edge of the trench had been destroyed by the explosion of an aerial bomb just now, and the crater was not too far from his current position.

It was this distance that allowed him to save his life - the people who got into the crater were already dead.

Turning his head to look around, he didn't even notice his comrades. But there were corpses everywhere, and the air smelled of dust.

"Damn it!" He tried to get up from the ground, tugging at his wound, the pain making him more conscious, and causing him to curse in a low voice.

Ignoring the dirt on his body, he struggled to move his pace, and finally reached the edge of the trench.

He wanted to open his eyes to see the situation in the distance, but found that his eyelids were hard, and he couldn't pull his usual open eyes at all.

wiped his face with his hand, and at this time he realized that his face was hard, as if there was a layer of glue applied to it.

Looking at his palms, the Soviet soldier realized that the palms were filled with small fragments of dried blood, like cracked paint fragments.

"Damn it!" I rubbed my face vigorously with my hands, and then I felt that my eyelids were more comfortable. As he muttered to clean the dried blood from his face, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Yes, he couldn't hear the sounds around him anymore - he didn't hear even when he complained twice that he said damn it......

There was a slight ringing in the ear, and it was obvious that the hearing was damaged! The aerial bomb just now was not far away, so it seriously damaged his hearing.

Even so, he was very lucky. Because he heard that the Germans had a terrible bomb that, as soon as it was dropped, burned everything.

Why the Germans didn't use that kind of bomb, he couldn't say. The company commander said that it was probably because the bombs were too expensive to equip the troops in large quantities.

When the company commander said this, he still couldn't understand what it meant to be too expensive, but then he seemed to understand: it's like a Bobosha submachine gun, because it's expensive and can't be equipped in large quantities......

Because of the production capacity, the Bobosha submachine gun has not been able to equip the Soviet army on a large scale until now.

Although this kind of weapon was already very easy to produce, with the defeat of the Soviet army, too many factories lost their workers and machines, and it was impossible to expand the production of such weapons and equipment.

After removing most of the dried blood on his face, the Soviet soldier once again poked his head out of the trench and looked into the distance.

Not far from the position, in the position of the barbed wire fence he had laid a few days earlier, a German tank was approaching where he was.

Even from this distance, he could still feel the enormity and horror of the tank. So he immediately retracted his head and looked down for a weapon that could be used.

To be honest, he never thought of escaping, because all the comrades he knew, as well as the commanders, repeatedly emphasized the dangers of escaping.

From a corpse at his feet, a Mosin Nagant rifle was pulled, the magazine bay was examined, and the bullet was loaded.

The Soviet soldier then lay on the edge of the position, aimed his weapon at the massive German tank, and pulled the trigger.

"Phew!" He could feel the vibration of the bullet, but the sound of the gun seemed so far away. His hearing seemed to be regaining, but it still couldn't provide him with clear hearing.

There was no flinching, and everything around was quiet. He calmly pulled the bolt and withdrew the cartridge case, then pushed the bolt back on, loading a new bullet.

Repeating the maneuver, he took aim at the German tank, pulled the trigger and fired a second shot.

The other party didn't seem to care about his attack, or maybe the other side didn't notice that there was an enemy in his position, and the tank was still moving forward unhurriedly, getting closer and closer to his location.

After emptying the five rounds in the bomb bay, he finally realized that it seemed that a rifle could not stop the tank.

It is a pity that his unit, when it entered the position, did not have any decent anti-tank weapons.

The Soviet soldier threw away his Mosin Nagant rifle and limped with his head down in search of a suitable weapon in the trench beneath his feet.

He remembered that in his infantry platoon, there was a veteran who was wielding a Bobosha submachine gun, and he had always wanted to experience what it was like to use that powerful weapon.

There were too many corpses in the trenches, and he limped forward on them. Finally, he saw the submachine gun, which was lying on the corpse of the veteran, lying there very quietly.

Overjoyed, he shifted his steps closer, and as he caught the submachine gun, a bullet pierced his chest.

His body shuddered for a moment, then he looked back blankly and looked in the direction where the bullet was flying.

A German soldier who had just jumped into the trench was about his age, and at this moment he was holding a Mauser 98K rifle, looking nervously at the enemy who had been shot.

I'd love to try that submachine gun...... Thinking this in his heart, the Soviet soldier shook his body and refused to fall.

He saw a second German enter his trenches, and then a third...... He saw the young German soldier pull the bolt and load a second round.

He saw the other man raise his rifle, the muzzle of the black hole pointed in his direction. Then he saw a flash of fire from the muzzle of the other party's gun......