Inside the trench, a German soldier cautiously poked his head out and looked at the Soviet position in the distance.

The morning mist shrouded the two positions, making it difficult for the two lines of defense, which were not far away, to see each other really.

The barbed wire fence was destroyed by shells already yesterday, and now there are not many obstacles between the two armies, so to speak, very flat terrain.

"The Russians are silent...... the German soldier retracted his head and reported to his commander, "I can't see their machine-gun bunkers, maybe a little further back." ”

"With five minutes to go, the attack started...... Let's hope everything goes well this time. The company commander looked at his pocket watch, then looked up at the soldiers guarding the trenches.

The trenches were now filled with German soldiers ready to charge, and further afield, in a destroyed machine-gun position, three mortars for support were ready.

Not far from the company commander, an MG-42 machine gun was ready, the chain was pressed into the barrel, and another chain had been pulled out of the ammunition box.

"Bump Bump!" Suddenly, the Soviet positions on the opposite side suddenly became lively, and countless tracer bullets flew through the mist and flew towards the German positions.

The company commander lowered his body, looked at the 1st platoon commander beside him, and asked with a surprised face, "What's the matter?" Who was exposed? There are 5 minutes left to attack! 5 minutes! Are they all blind or stupid? ”

When he questioned the 1st platoon commander, the bullets hit the sandbags of the position above his head, and the sand and dirt in them were splashed everywhere.

"Soviet troops! The Soviets attacked! In the distance, a German soldier shouted loudly.

Then, in the next second, the German positions also became noisy for a moment. Facing the crowd of Soviet soldiers who had already rushed over, the bullets from the MG-42 machine gun rained down.

Bullets weave between flesh and blood, crackling on people. The blood mist was everywhere, and the Soviet soldiers fell in rows like wheat.

"Fight back! It was the Soviet army that counterattacked! He put his hand on the steel helmet above his head, and the company commander shouted loudly: "Fire!" Stop them from approaching the trenches! Fire! ”

"Suddenly! Dodo! "A German soldier poked out his MP-40 submachine gun from the trench, and without even bothering to aim, pulled the trigger and fired in the direction of the enemy.

"Aren't these stubborn bastards afraid of death?" Squinting his eyes and looking in the direction of the Soviet troops opposite through a small gap in the sandbag barrier, the company commander complained depressedly.

Directly in front of him, Soviet soldiers were probably less than 200 meters away from him, and were rushing in his direction with weapons in their hands.

However, between the Soviet soldiers and the German company commanders, there was a web of fire interwoven with steel, which tore apart all the flesh and blood that was covered, and it was so clean that it was outrageous.

"Phew!" The Mauser 98K rifle also joined the carnage, and the Germans with rifles were on the edge of the trench, easily aiming at the Soviet troops who were close to them before firing.

Then the Soviet soldiers in the distance would fall in response, some still struggling to get up, others never getting back up again.

The closer they got to Moscow, the more aggressive the Soviet counterattack became, and they were always able to put together a dense mass of soldiers so that the Germans could not finish killing until they vomited.

Between the positions of the two armies, the corpses of Soviet soldiers were piled up in an instant, and more Soviet troops went forward one after another, which simply did not give people a breather.

"Change the barrel!" The MG-42 machine gun shooter in the corner retracted into the trench, pulled a towel from his waist and pressed his hand on the heat sink on the outside of the piping hot machine gun barrel.

Then, close to the main body of the gun, with a slight force, he removed a buckle, and the steaming barrel of the machine gun was pushed out.

The co-shooter had his gloves ready, and with the heat of the cotton gloves, he pulled out the hot barrel and shoved a new one into its place.

The Heavy then pushed the snap wrench back into its original position through the towel and reinstalled a new barrel.

He pulled the gun open, the secondary shooter put the chain in place, the shooter pressed the magazine again, and the bullets were loaded.

"Ready! I fired! The shooter shoved his machine gun back into the original hole and fired again at the Soviets.

On the other side, after hearing the MG-42 machine gun roar again, the other covering machine gun stopped firing.

The extinguished machine gun positions should also use this short time to replace their machine gun barrels and prepare for the next round of alternate suppression.

The Soviet troops on the opposite side were still like a tide, rushing towards the German positions like breakwaters.

Countless soldiers fell in front, countless soldiers stepped over them and continued to move forward, and the battle was fierce from the beginning.

"The Soviet counterattack coincided with our offensive...... Now there are places on the front line where we are attacking, and there are places where the Soviets are fighting back. In the division headquarters responsible for the front-line offensive, the division commander grabbed the field phone and reported to his superiors.

On his distant positions, German mortars were pouring their own shells into the crowd of Soviet attacking troops.

Soon, military-level support artillery also joined in this life-devouring feast, turning the battlefield into a symphony of weapons.

The sound of explosions was higher and higher, and the Soviets finally flinched in front of such a welcoming ceremony.

They left behind about 1,000 corpses, which looked like they were lying on the ground. There was a smell of blood in the air, as well as the smell of burning sulfur from gunpowder.

"The Soviets retreated...... Are there any casualties? A squad leader poked his head out to look at it, then shrank back into his trench and asked both sides.

His men shook their heads, looked at each other, and when they saw that there were quite a few people they knew, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Medic! Someone in class 3 got shot! Medic! "In the distant trenches, shouts were heard, and there was no shortage of unlucky people, especially on the battlefield.

Of course, some of the Germans were killed by stray bullets, and some were wounded. It's just that the losses of the Germans are insignificant compared to the number of losses on both sides.

Looking at the smoke in the distance instead of the morning fog, the regiment commander of the forward position frowned and looked at his staff officer: "Attack mission...... Is it still being executed? ”

"I'll have to ask the division about this...... It's not up to us to call the shots. The chief of staff was also embarrassed, and he didn't know if he would continue to attack after missing the attack......