"Attack!" With Long Yuhui's wolf howl, the armored troops of a brigade that had long been on standby, as well as the tank infantry regiment of less than a regiment, plus the main force of the Wehrmacht standing far behind them, seemed to be under the cover of the huge body of the rabbit tank, step by step, there was a momentum of not breaking Shenyang and not returning.

'Boom! Thundered! The roar of the engine of the rabbit tank resounded throughout the battlefield, and the Russian soldiers stationed inside and outside Shenyang on the opposite side seemed to be frightened by this steel giant and couldn't raise their heads, so they had to hide behind the position, begging the enemy not to lean towards their side.

'Boom! A few miles away, the Russian artillery in Shenyang couldn't help but fire first, so as to stop the Chinese Empire's attack.

One shell after another, was ruthlessly poured out of the barrel, and then in the air through the fire, with the kind of wailing sound when the cannonball tore through the air, the cannonball exploded before it hit the ground, and the surrounding soldiers smelled a smell of gunpowder, which is their special reaction to the weapon, any soldier, after experiencing more or less war, will have a peculiar feeling about gunpowder.

Sometimes even if the gunpowder is hidden on someone's body, he can find it accurately when he can't see it, which is the experience of a battle-hardened veteran.

'Boom! Shells were scattered along the path of the Wehrmacht's advance, and dozens of Russian artillery pieces were overwhelmingly pouring shells of various calibers onto the Wehrmacht's advance. One by one, the shells exploded in the black soil of the northeast, kicking up bursts of sand and gravel and dust, and if it were not for the Wehrmacht soldiers wearing helmets, the sand and gravel dust alone would have caused a lot of casualties to the Wehrmacht.

The whole land trembled terribly, and in the face of powerful artillery fire, the roar of hundreds of tanks seemed to be much smaller, like the wail of a little girl, completely submerged in the vast sea of people.

'Ding! Jia Shaojie followed closely behind a rabbit tank, keeping pace with the soldiers of the other tank infantry regiments, and followed their example in a similar way, passing through the body of the tank to cover his body from being injured by shells.

Originally, Jia Shaojie's position was not here, but because the soldiers in this position were unlucky to be injured by a shell shrapnel, although it did not kill him, but the single piece was deeply pierced in his thigh, accumulating white bones, and under the rendering of bright red blood, the white bones could still be clearly seen. Eventually, the soldier, with the help of soldiers from the 111th Regiment in the rear, was placed in a nearby crater.

After that, the soldier of the tank infantry regiment pushed the soldier who helped him to the front line, and he was injured, which means that he has lost a combat effectiveness, and he has also learned some knowledge of battlefield first aid, and it is natural to bandage wounds, so there is no need to occupy a soldier here to serve him. And he's not a medic either.

After pushing the soldier out of the crater, the blood on the tank infantryman's body was lost even more due to the great wound on his thigh. For a while, the tank infantryman's face turned pale, but he still reached out and grabbed his first aid kit, hurriedly sprinkled all the hemostatic powder in it on the wound, and then wrapped a piece of gauze tightly around the wound, and finally picked up a branch next to it, tightened the gap in the gauze, and then lay weakly in the crater.

Jia Shaojie subconsciously looked down, it was a steel helmet with blood, it was estimated that he didn't know which unlucky comrade in front of him was hit by a cannonball, so he threw the steel helmet here. At the same time, Jia Shaojie also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately it was only smashed on the tank, if it was smashed on his head, even if he didn't die, he would have a concussion.

'Bang! A dull sound suddenly came, and Jia Shaojie only felt that his head seemed to be smashed by some heavy object, and he felt dizzy. Jia Shaojie shook his head quickly, trying to sober himself up from his dizziness. I just felt that there was a warmth on my face, and my steel helmet seemed to have been caught by something.

Jia Shaojie subconsciously reached out and touched his face, looked down, and saw that the blood on his hands was in his eyes, and on the top of his head, the blood was falling drop by drop, a little terrifying.

'I'm hurt?' Jia Shaojie subconsciously thought, but it wasn't quite right, he obviously only felt that he was slammed by a heavy object, except for some dizziness, he didn't feel the feeling of a wound.

'Smack! Jia Shaojie only felt that his back was smashed by someone with a stick-like object, more like a rifle, and then he slowly woke up from his fantasy.

"You're fucking dead? What about staying there and waiting to share a bed with Russian shells? A veteran of the tank infantry regiment who was originally standing next to Jia Shaojie scolded viciously.

Originally, he didn't want to care about Jia Shaojie's life or death, but everyone is a soldier and a soldier who works hard for the motherland, and he has no choice but to be unlucky and his comrades-in-arms who have died, but he is still alive, and if he can, he can help him. However, this war is the fiercest and most tragic war he has ever fought, and he has not seen the enemy's infantry, he was mercilessly bombarded by the enemy's artillery, and has suffered a lot of casualties.

Jia Shaojie woke up from his fantasy, looked at his current position, and then looked at the veteran of the tank infantry regiment who had run back behind the tank, and gave him a look of gratitude. Between comrades-in-arms, there is often no need for too many words, and sometimes, just a look.

Jia Shaojie ran forward quickly, and he didn't care about the unknown object that was still clasped on his head at this time, just thinking about returning to the tank as soon as possible, and then approaching the Russian infantry.

But the most depressing thing is that hundreds of tanks don't seem to have fired a single shot until now. However, at this time, it was not only the infantry brothers behind the tank who were depressed, but also the armored soldiers inside the tank, and the depression in their hearts was not much less than that of the infantry. Do you really think they don't want to fire or what?

It's just that the 37 guns still used in the rabbit tank have a limited range, and they can't hit the Russian artillery located in Shenyang, and even if they fire, it's just a waste of shells. The armored troops want to increase their speed and rush to the Russian infantry as soon as possible, your artillery dares to hit me, I can't hit it, so naturally I can only take your infantry out of anger?

A tank driver just had this idea, and even began to accelerate slowly, but he was kicked hard by the commander behind him, and the tanks ran away, how could the infantry behind be mixed?

Jia Shaojie is still closely behind the original tank, and the soldiers who are following Jia Shaojie are the soldiers of their squad of the 111th Regiment. One elite soldier is no match for ten bale soldiers during the war. Except, of course, for special operations.

Jia Shaojie watched everywhere, so that he had the opportunity to choose his position according to the trajectory of the shell and avoid being injured by the shrapnel of the shell, but Jia Shaojie did not have the time and energy to pay attention to the situation on the ground at this time. When he was following the tank step by step, Jia Shaojie only felt that his left leg was grabbed, and when he looked down, it turned out to be a veteran who had lost his right arm and his entire right calf.

For a while, Jia Shaojie felt a little blocked in his heart, and he wanted to help him, but the current situation did not allow him to do so, except for being able to give him a shot and give him a ride, Jia Shaojie had no time to bandage his wounds at all. Moreover, the veteran soldier's face was pale at this time, without a trace of blood, and the only remaining blood in his body flowed out mercilessly along the two wounds on his body.

War is ruthless, but soldiers are born to exist for war, and today's scene should have been thought of the moment they joined the army. Since ancient times, the highest honor of a soldier is to die on the battlefield, not to survive in battle, desperate for survival, or even sell his comrades and souls.

At this time, Jia Shaojie had some sympathy for the veteran who was lying on the ground and holding his left leg, if a person wants to grow so big, it takes decades of continuous efforts, but what about ruining a person? In the midst of war, perhaps this is just a blink of an eye.

"Brother, can you give me back my hand?" The veteran tried to squeeze some smiles out of his face, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach the level he was satisfied with, and even making a simple gesture as a smile would feel very painful and difficult to do.

Jia Shaojie noticed that he seemed to have been slammed by some heavy object just now, and there was blood, but his head was not injured, because of the urgency of the war, so until now, Jia Shaojie didn't know what was on his head. At this time, when I heard the old soldier's words, I seemed to understand that it was the old soldier's right hand that stayed on his head and clutched his helmet tightly.

Jia Shaojie subconsciously took off his helmet, and sure enough, there was an arm on it that grabbed the side of his helmet tightly, and Jia Shaojie slowly handed his helmet to the veteran with some embarrassment. His right hand was already firmly grasped on the helmet, if he wanted to take it off, I am afraid it would take a lot of effort, and in front of the veteran, Jia Shaojie couldn't get down and ruthlessly take his arm off his helmet, so he could only return his helmet to the veteran.

"Brother, take my helmet to battle, there is a helmet protection, at least it is relatively safe!" With some difficulty, the veteran took off the helmet on his head, which had faded and had countless potholes, and handed it to Jia Shaojie with great difficulty.

For a while, Jia Shaojie was moved by the veteran's sincerity, and touching tears instantly covered his entire eyes, and two lines of tears slid down his face. Jia Shaojie took the veteran's helmet, quickly put it on his head, and regardless of the danger of being injured by artillery fire, he made the last military salute to the veteran, which may be the last military salute he saw!

(To be continued)