"You say it's a road?" One of the recruits asked, looking at the side of the road in the distance, turning his head.

The veteran who showed him the way looked embarrassed, but he could only nod and said, "Yes, it is indeed a road...... At least, it used to be a road. ”

The road is no longer visible as it should be, as it has been blown to a state indistinguishable from the surface of Mars.

The German Army Group North had already attacked less than 20 kilometers from here from the north, and the German Group G had already captured the area around Red Tekach, also less than 20 kilometers from here.

There were artillery on both sides to attack the road, and with the bombing of the Luftwaffe, the road, which was not far from Moscow, had been almost completely wiped off the map.

"Carry your own stuff! Check what you have on your body! With his hands behind his back, the Soviet officer in the distance was shouting his orders loudly.

Reluctantly, the recruit picked up his backpack from the ground and began to look at the various items inside: a full 150 rounds of 7.62 mm rifle bullets.

The rifle bullets were quite heavy, and with the infantryman's own weapons, as well as various household items, he was actually overloaded.

If you carry these things on your back, you basically can't run and dodge. He could only grit his teeth and move forward, moving forward step by step with his weight.

The good news was that almost all the soldiers around him were in about the same condition, some carrying two heavy shells and others carrying several days of food.

Each of them carried a large load of supplies in order to bring more supplies into the city of Moscow to meet the increasingly dire supply situation in the city.

The blockade of the German forces was in place from the beginning, only it became tighter over time. Almost every 100 rounds of ammunition in Moscow are now lost to the life of a soldier.

At this time, the Germans would shell the road from time to time, and often dropped large quantities of bombs on these places.

The point is that looking at the so-called road in front of them, full of craters like the surface of the moon, many Soviet soldiers have a sense of desolation.

In front of me, the corpses of countless soldiers lay on this stretch of road, some of them were already in tatters, and some of them had just fallen.

"Are the Germans crazy? They have so many shells hitting such a place? The recruit carried his backpack behind him, and a heavy feeling suddenly hit him.

All the soldiers around him were carrying their backpacks and preparing to march forward. It was the task of these Soviet troops to pass this blocked road as quickly as possible.

"Comrades! Comrades! We must carry forward the spirit of sacrifice and send the supplies that Moscow needs most! A commissar was standing on a high place, shouting loudly to his soldiers.

On the other side, the female soldiers of the Soviet Army's art troupe standing in a row are singing melodic songs with their chins held high.

"Rise up, huge nation, fight to the death!" Although they were only women, the voices that sang in their throats were incomparably majestic.

"We must destroy the fascist evil forces and destroy all evil bandits! Let the noble wrath roll like a wave! The song encouraged the Soviet soldiers who passed by them.

This is a music-loving people, but also a people who advocate fighting. Encouraged by the singing, the originally low morale is being reinvigorated.

"Conduct a people's war! Holy War! "As they sing, for the Russian people this is a holy war, a war for the country!

"Let the noble wrath roll like a wave! Wage a people's war! Holy War! They stood on a mound by the side of the road, unarmed, but as straight and firm as the warriors.

There was a young Soviet soldier with two heavy shells on his back, standing at the feet of these girls of the art troupe, looking up at these beautiful girls singing.

There was a hint of expectation in his eyes, pure as a star. It was the first time he had seen such a beautiful girl, and he swore to God.

"The people of the whole country are vigorously fighting back at the executioner! Fight back against tyrannical marauders and man-eating beasts! "The girls of the troupe didn't see the soldiers watching at their feet, or they were used to being watched.

These girls still hold their heads high, with the fullest spirit, showing their best features: "Let the noble anger roll like a wave!" Wage a people's war! Holy War! ”

A reporter accompanying the army picked up a camera made in Germany, aimed it at the beautiful scenery, and pressed his shutter.

"Don't let the wings of evil fly into our borders, the vast fields of the motherland, and don't let the enemy ravage!" The girls were still singing, and in front of them, there were still soldiers passing by one after another.

From here, they rushed to the battlefield in front of them, ready to complete their first official, actual combat mission as soon as they joined the army.

"Let the noble wrath roll like a wave! Wage a people's war! Holy War! The melody continued, and the military band behind the girls was also playing non-stop.

This is the last line of the song, and the playing stops here, and the singing stops.

Although they do not have to sacrifice their lives on the battlefield, they are doing their part for their homeland.

After a pause of a few seconds, the music began to play again, as if it were a replay, and the soldiers of the military band began to play their instruments again.

Over and over again, tirelessly, the soldiers of these art troupes repeated the song that had just been created: "Rotten fascist demons, watch your head!" For the descendants of mankind, prepare a coffin! ”

The Soviet soldiers sitting in the ammunition boxes stopped smoking and let the soot fall on their boots.

They listened to the inspiring song, over and over again, without applause or cheers, but everyone knew that they had made the song fly to their hearts.

"What's this song called?" A young soldier with a weapon asked the people around him, "I've never heard such a good song." ”

"Oh, this song...... Holy War!" The people around him replied, "If you like it, listen to it a few times...... There's no such good song over there. ”

The person answering the question looked at Moscow, which was emitting black smoke in the distance, as if it was burning, and even he himself did not know whether he meant "over there" to Moscow over there or to heaven over there......

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