Street fighting in Kharkiv has just begun, and the Soviet soldiers who remained here, each of them the elite of the Soviet Union who voluntarily died here.

Of course, this so-called elite is just some Soviet recruits who have been fooled into coming and have undergone some training.

After all, when Zhukov left, he was reluctant to leave the real main forces that had experienced the test of war here.

A Soviet soldier was now holding his Mosin Nagant rifle, leaning against a broken and collapsed section of the wall.

Beside him was the body of a Soviet soldier lying down, who had been shot in the head and had fallen there with blood splattered there.

When this Soviet recruit who became a corpse was hit by a bullet, everyone around him vomited, and they saw for the first time what it was like for a person to be hit by a bullet, so they kept vomiting until just now.

The experience of seeing a Soviet soldier hit in the head by a stray bullet was not very pleasant, because of the force of the bullet, a hole was left in the steel helmet on the top of the man's head, and blood splattered the corpse's face.

The Soviet soldier who died in battle had just been talking to him non-stop, but it took less than a second for a living person to turn into a disgusting corpse at his feet.

Before he could even scream, the man was hit by a bullet and became a corpse, and a living life ended in a humble way.

No one even bothered to ask about the corpse, but it was left to pile up in the corner, rotting and deteriorating to become the source of the plague.

Although the temperature is dropping, the corpse will still rot and deteriorate at this temperature, and it will still emit a foul smell, which makes people have to cover their mouths.

As more and more such corpses grow, diseases will also be rampant in the city. Although the Soviets did not want to catch the plague, they did not have the leisure to dispose of the corpses.

Because the positions they are stationed in may be occupied by the Germans at any time, and cleaning and occupying the city for the enemy is definitely not something that everyone is willing to do.

The German soldiers were not far in front of him, and the bullets just now came from that direction.

But no one dared to poke their heads out to see how close the Germans were to them.

The last fool who poked his head out to see the excitement was lying there, becoming a corpse that made everyone sick.

The Germans don't want to take prisoners, this is propaganda done by the superiors. So they did not dare to surrender, and could only huddle behind the ruins of the so-called defensive line, waiting for their doom.

They had been squatting in the trenches for two days, but these poor Soviet soldiers still had never seen a German SS soldier who had been shot if he caught a Russian.

Not to mention such a terrible existence of the SS, they had never even seen a serious Wehrmacht.

The closest to the Germans, these Soviet soldiers, who were like frightened birds, only heard the shouts of the Germans and were defeated.

It was simply impossible to count on these improvised Soviet units to fight back against the tightly guarded German lines.

The oncoming bullets would make them lie on the ground and froze on their feet, refusing to get up and take a step forward, no matter how much the political commissar of the war shouted.

With the slaughter of artillery and machine-gun fire, these soldiers would cry and shout and retreat, and no one could stop them.

It was only in recent days that they had somewhat adapted to the battlefield environment and barely became Soviet "veterans" who could hold the line.

"How many people are on the other side?" Leaning against the wall, Comrade Commissar with a pistol asked.

The Soviet recruit, who was leaning against the ruins wall, with blood still rolling in his stomach, had to quickly poke his head out and look in the direction of the German army.

Far away, far away, behind the ruins, the domes of several M35 steel helmets could be faintly seen, and it seemed that there were quite a few people on the other side.

In just an instant, the recruit retracted his head and reported to the commander beside him: "Comrade Political Commissar...... It's close...... Damn it! ”

"So close? Get ready to fight back! Get ready to fight back! The commissar waved the weapon in his hand and wanted to organize an attack.

If the distance between the two sides was too close, the superiority in firepower of the Germans with automatic weapons would be less obvious.

In hand-to-hand combat, the battle will be decided by the number of people - as long as there are enough soldiers on his side who are not afraid of death, he can retake the position he lost in the morning.

Hell Fight Back...... The Soviet recruit next to the commissar was holding his Mosin Nagant rifle and complaining in his heart.

If he had stood up and run towards the Germans' position at this time, he would have been greeted by the accurate fire of the G43 rifle.

He would lie upright on the running road, just like the corpse next to him who had been shot in the head, and become a cold corpse.

Then terrible things would continue to happen, and even if they dodged the bullets fired by the Germans who were the first to fire, the matter was far from over.

A German weapon called the MG42 machine gun is simply a perverted existence, it has a nickname called Hitler's saw, and you can know how terrible this weapon is when you hear the name.

This machine gun is like a saw blade, making the sound of sawing wood, cutting is indeed the life of a Soviet soldier, it can fire at a very long distance, and the rate of fire is very terrifying.

This weapon could easily hit the Soviet soldiers, forcing the hordes of Soviet soldiers back to where they had set out.

He had seen several of his comrades knocked down by the Germans' machine guns, but because they were too far away, they didn't have the feeling of enjoying blood spraying their faces at close range today.

It's a pity that everything that is about to happen is not something he can control. With a shout from the commissar, the Soviet counterattack began.

Several Soviet soldiers rushed out from behind their hiding bunkers with weapons, shouted "Ula" and rushed to the German positions.

Immediately afterward, more Soviet recruits poured in, turning the ruins that had not yet made a sound like a cemetery into a noisy and chaotic world.

The Soviet soldier could only get up with him, blend in with the crowd, and take his own steps forward with difficulty.

"Suddenly! Dodo! The sound of tearing linen was loud, and for the Soviet soldiers, it was a chilling sound.

Ignoring nothing else, the Soviet recruit, who had experienced several previous defeats, quickly fell to the ground and let the bullets fly over his head.

In front of him, a Soviet soldier trembled twice as if he had been electrocuted, and collapsed weakly on the road of attack.