One hundred and seventy-three. Moder and Zhukov

Even if it's not the coldest season in Russia, the biting pain of the early morning still makes people feel like they're going to collapse. Probably only the battle could make the blood boil for this group of Germans who were not only fighting against the enemy, but also against the harsh climate.

Every minute and every second is so hard.

Wang Weiyi can now probably understand why Napoleon's France and Hitler's Germany will fail in Russia.

Such a climate will really make the soldiers completely lose the will to fight.

Now if you can get back to the base and drink a hot cup of tea, that's the real enjoyment

"It's almost time." Rommel's teeth chattered a little as he said this.

Starting the war as soon as possible will also allow everyone to end the torture as soon as possible.

"Action—"

When this order sounded, the elites of the skeleton commandos, who had been pardoned, quickly threw themselves into action. Began to approach quickly and covertly in the direction of Boyaevla.

Russia would not have imagined that an army had already entered a fighting state early in the morning

When approaching the distance of 200 meters from Boyaevla, the team members stopped, Wang Weiyi took out the binoculars, and began to put all his attention on the opposite side

A large group of Russian soldiers had arrived at the position, and they were also there stamping their feet, exhaling white air, and cursing the damn weather loudly, unaware that death was coming.

Wang Weiyi waved his hand, and Rommel on the left and Manstein on the right quietly outflanked the two wings

"Start—"

Eight members commanded by Wang Weiyi. Also put into the assault at the same time

The Russians' guns were just thrown aside, looking very careless.

"Damn, when will I be able to get out of here?"

"I don't know. It's all the ghost of the corporal named Zhukov. ”

"Hey, you can call him Sergeant Zhukov now. He's Colonel Fritoyak's baby. ”

The commanders of the two companies were talking there, and their tones revealed serious dissatisfaction with Zhukov, who had planned the ambush. It stands to reason that they should be in the process of handover by now, but the two company commanders probably forgot about it for the time being.

"Lieutenant Kudrich, Lieutenant Mikhail, you should now complete the handover. Keep a close eye on it, not chat here. ”

A polite voice rang out. Kudridge and Mikhail looked at it, and there was a look of displeasure on their faces.

It's the Zhukov they just talked about!

"Georgi. Konstantinovich. Sergeant Zhukov. Be mindful of your class. Lieutenant Kudridge was dissatisfied: "You are talking to two lieutenants now!" ”

"Yes, Lieutenant, I apologize to you." Despite this, Zhukov said, but he did not give up: "I came to inspect on the orders of Colonel Fritoyak. The colonel gave me the right to straighten out. ”

This damn sergeant! Lieutenant Kudridge cursed loudly in his heart. It's crazy, so early in the morning to inspect the position!

"Hey, all listen, Georgi. Konstantinovich. Sergeant Zhukov orders you to hurry! Lieutenant Mikhail especially emphasized the word "sergeant".

There was a burst of laughter from the soldiers, it was just so funny that a sergeant actually came and two lieutenants gave orders.

Zhukov didn't pay any attention to them, as long as he could stop the Germans, he wouldn't care about these ridicules. He picked up the binoculars. I looked ahead

But the moment he raised the telescope, his whole body froze there. A terrible roar came from his mouth:

"Enemy!"

The moment the gunshots rang out, the Skeleton Commando Breakout Battle in Omijet began!

On the front, three Madsen machine guns roared at the same time, tongues of fire swept out, and eight German elites, who had already rushed into a distance of a hundred meters, began the most ferocious assault!

The scattered Russians were in disarray. Their weapons were littered everywhere, and some of them died in a whirlwind of bullets before they could react.

"Fight back, fight back!" Zhukov roared loudly.

But the enemy's attack came so suddenly, and he was only a small sergeant, and the Russians in the confusion were not willing to listen to him at all.

"Lieutenant Kudrich" Zhukov had barely spoken, and he had already fallen to the ground with a muffled grunt, a bullet piercing his left arm.

"Sergeant!" The soldiers who accompanied him to the position hurriedly protected Zhukov.

"Lieutenant Kudrich, Lieutenant Mikhail, I beg you to hold back the enemy!" Zhukov made such a plea, despite his pain.

Lieutenant Kudridge hesitated, and at this moment terrible gunfire rang out from the left and right flanks

Fifty meters, thirty meters, seven or eight grenades were thrown from the hands of the members of the skeleton commandos. Amid the explosions of "boom-boom-", the Russians let out desperate screams and wails of embarrassment.

Thirty-seven elites of the skeleton commandos, seven Madsen machine guns, such a fire blow was too terrible for the Russians.

In order to successfully break through, Wang Weiyi took out all the belongings he could take out!

Moder was the first to storm the positions of Boyaevla. He saw that the vast majority of Russians were scattering and fleeing, and only four or five Russians were still fighting desperately.

Moder threw a grenade, and the "boom" of the explosion stopped the gunfire of resistance there. Then, he saw a figure stubbornly stand up, and Moder fired, and the figure swayed and fell

It was about hitting the enemy in the abdomen or something, and Moder didn't care. For him, he would not delay even a second for the sake of a Russian.

Moder quickly continued to rush forward, but at this time, he didn't know who he had hit:

Georgi. Konstantinovich. Zhukov.

This is Otto. Moritz. Walter. Moder and Georgi. Konstantinovich. Zhukov's first contest lasted only a few seconds. Moder didn't take it to heart at all, it was just the most normal of his countless fights.

This was the first contest between "Iron Wall" Moder and "Symbol of Victory" Zhukov, but it also opened the curtain for their countless future contests

Interestingly, Moder was called "Hitler's firefighter" and Zhukov was called "war firefighter", and Moder and Zhukov have too many similarities between these two nicknames.

At least their first contest Zhukov was defeated.

He was wounded twice in the back by a grenade and hit in the abdomen by a Moder bullet, and he fell to the ground in agony, then struggled to sit up and grabbed a pistol to the side.

He saw Lieutenant Mikhail hiding aside, and he said weakly: "Lieutenant Mikhail, I am dying if you come here, I still have a gold watch in my pocket that my grandfather left me, which is inlaid with two precious stones, I want to give it to you, please bury my body properly."

Shots rang out everywhere, and Lieutenant Mikhail hesitated, but greed prevailed. He quietly crawled towards Zhukov: "Hey, Zhukov, I'm not coveting any gold watch from you, you see, I'm a compassionate person."

But halfway through his words, Zhukov exerted all his strength, endured great pain and jumped up from the ground, he grabbed Mikhail with one hand, and aimed the pistol at Mikhail's head with the other:

"Gather all your soldiers and fight back against the enemy! Don't let an enemy go, or I'll kill you!" ”

"Zhukov, you're crazy!" Mikhail could not have imagined that Zhukov would do such a crazy thing, and he shouted loudly: "I am a lieutenant, I am a lieutenant!" ”

"Give the order at once, lieutenant!" Zhukov tried his best not to let himself fall: "Colonel Fritoyak has given the order, if we let go of one enemy, we will all be shot, do you understand?" ”

Mikhail hesitated

"Lieutenant, there are not many enemies, this is our only chance" Zhukov gasped: "There is a German general among the enemy, catch them, and you will be promoted to major"

This was the last thing Zhukov could think of, he had to deceive Mikhail, who had a general among the Germans.

Sure enough, Mikhail's words were immediately moved: "Really? ”

"Really" Speaking of this, Zhukov could not hold on any longer, he threw away his pistol and sat down again: "I'm sorry for what I just did, but please do it as soon as possible, otherwise the German general will be caught by Lieutenant Kudrich"

Lieutenant Mikhail, who was relieved, glared at Zhukov viciously: "Georgy. Konstantinovich. Sergeant Zhukov, I'll settle accounts with you about you holding a lieutenant hostage, but now I have to get that German general caught! ”

Lieutenant Mikhail left in a hurry, and the temptation to catch the German general prevailed over fear

Succeeded in deceiving Lieutenant Mikhail, but Zhukov did not feel happy at all. On his first day as a soldier, he was full of longing for war, and he decided to use his loyalty, bravery, and wisdom to defend the country and defeat those Germans. But as the war progressed, he found himself wrong.

The Russian army has become corrupt to the extreme, from officers to soldiers, and it is impossible to win pride and honor for Russia by relying on such an army.

However, to his pain, he was unable to change these conditions in his capacity. (To be continued.) )