Shocked, I stood up, and the smoke and dust were thick in the distance. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A long barrel pierced the obscured fog, revealing the tiger's hideous face. It marched unhurriedly, like a medieval hoplite knight, with an unstoppable domineering spirit, disdainfully pressing on the Soviet army. The creaking of crushing masonry resounded in the hearts of the Soviet troops, constantly amplifying the fear in their hearts, and the battlefield was eerily quiet at this moment.

"Quick, don't stand stupid, help!"

Ivan took out a mortar without a gun mount and used his hands to fix the anxious urging of the stunned me.

"Oh . . . Oh" I hurriedly picked up a cannonball, put it on the fuse according to Professor Ivan's method, and placed it in the muzzle. Ivan adjusted the muzzle of the cannon slightly, and roared categorically.

"Put!"

"Tom" "Boom"

The cannonball hit the front of the tiger, and the splashed stones clanged on the tiger's body. The explosion woke up the Soviets, and the machine gunners roared and pulled the trigger, looking very brave, but their voices sounded as if they were thick with despair. The Tiger turned the muzzle of the gun unhurriedly and stopped.

"Bang"

A shell hit a machine-gun bunker, and the blast wave of the explosion knocked over the roaring Maxim heavy machine gun.

"Come again!"

Ignoring what was happening in front of him, Ivan seized the moment when the Tiger stood still and fired the second shell.

"Boom"

The shell hit the load wheels, the Tiger tracks broke, and the powerful engine took the Tiger in place for half a turn.

"Ulla!"

Ivan's stunning shot awakened the fighting spirit of the Soviet army, and the bullets fired from various guns knocked down the German soldiers who were following the tank. The Germans did not retreat this time, but stubbornly relied on the terrain to counterattack.

The remaining walls were torn down, stirring up smoke and dust in the sky, and the tanks rushed out one after another, although it was not a tiger type, but the "swastika" on the body still shattered the remaining courage of the Soviet army.

The Soviets were defeated, and all the Soviets on the front line rushed to the rear like athletes who heard the sound of the starting gun.

"Let's go, we've failed!" Ivan threw down the barrel of the cannon, pulled me by the collar and ran with the crowd.

"Bang" "Bang" "Da Da Da"

Tank guns and machine couplings on the tanks opened fire one after another, and countless Soviet soldiers fell one by one like wheat under a harvester. Ivan's back suddenly burst into blood, and his anxious eyes froze.

"No!"

I pulled Ivan by the belt and dragged him away desperately. The raised rocks on the road tripped over me, and I turned around and grabbed Ivan, ignoring the wound on my red trouser leg.

Ivan's blue eyes were gone, and his mouth was still spitting dark red blood, he was hopeless!

I let go of my hand and limped away with the crowd, I was a deserter at that moment!

My leg hurt so badly that I knew I wouldn't be able to run far, so I crept to the side of the road and hid in the drainage hole on the side of the road. The roar of the tank sounded over my head and faded away. The sporadic gunfire in the rear never stopped, and I didn't have to look to know that they were looking for fish that had slipped through the net, and by the way, they were helping the wounded to solve their pain.

The gunshots are getting closer and closer to me, and I don't think I'm the only one in the world who knows how to hide in a drainage hole, and I can't stay here for long. Stopping the bleeding with strips of cloth, I crawled deeper into the hole.

"Boom"

Sure enough, it didn't take long for an explosion to be heard behind him, and the exit was blown up. This section of the pipe is very long, and I have not seen the end of the climb for a long time, and I am worried about what I will do if there is a dead end ahead, and what can I do?

From other people's conversations, I estimate that it should now be September or October 1942, the brutal street fighting phase of the Battle of Stalingrad. At this time, the German and Soviet armies rarely exchanged large-scale fire in the city, and they were basically a combination of cold gun sniping and sneak attack, which also tested the courage and strength of both sides.

At present, it seems that although the Soviet army has a numerical advantage, it is basically pressed and beaten by the German army, and the tactics of the Soviet commander are very cruel, using human lives to fill in, even if it is a few for one!

I don't know how long I climbed, but there was a bright light in front of me, and I was relieved and sped up to climb over. The exit is in a place that looks like a warehouse, and the iron fence on the mouth has been removed by someone and put aside, but it is cheaper for me.

It was starting to get dark, and I climbed up to the second floor, where the roof had already been blown up, and I guess there were not many good houses in the whole of Stalingrad.

The Germans will not care about the civilians at all, and the Soviet army has also shown a chilling cold-bloodedness, and both sides have no scruples when fighting. A great feature of the battle was the disregard for the distinction between military objectives and civilian buildings.

I found a corner to the leeward, the city was extremely cold at night, and the ruins outside, it seemed like I was in a ghost.

I didn't eat for a day, my stomach hurt with hunger, and it was strange that people who were hungry to a certain extent felt nauseous. I curled up as best I could, not letting any of my skin out, and I threw the gun aside, and I fell asleep in a daze.

Suddenly, I felt that my whole body was being held down, and a pair of hands grabbed my hair and pressed me to the ground, and I struggled desperately, but I could only let out a whine.

"Huh?"

The man on my back seemed surprised and took my head over.

"What nationality are you?"

The man's voice was colder than the weather outside.

"Whew... Yes.... Chinese"

The morning sun shone on my face, making it impossible to see if this man was Soviet or German.

"Which unit are you from?" The man still didn't let go.

"62 Army Replenishment"

I sucked the dust and snow from the ground into my nose, choking my lungs and starting to hurt. The man looked at my very different appearance from the German, hesitated for a moment and let go of his hand.

"Ahem. . . "I gulped in the fresh air.

"You're the most incompetent soldier I've ever seen!" The man threw my rifle on top of me.

"Pick up your gun! Apologize to him!"

I finally saw what this man looked like, this was an ordinary Soviet non-commissioned officer, except that he had a white cloak on his back and a Mosingana sniper rifle in his hand. I was a little ashamed in my heart, no matter who I used to be, now I am a soldier, I am on the battlefield, if it was a German soldier, I would have met Hades in a daze.

"I'm sorry," I clutched my rifle in my hand.

"Here you go, eat"

The man's face softened considerably, and he brought me a piece of brown bread. I hadn't eaten for a day and a night, so I ate very sweetly in the snow. A loaf of bread was obviously not enough, but it was evident that he had nothing to spare, and it was estimated that this loaf of bread was his own meal.

"Comrade, do you know where the people of the supplementary regiment went?" I would like to know the whereabouts of the replenishment regiment now.

The man said with a heavy face: "You call me Vasily, the 62nd Army Supplementary Regiment seems to have been dispersed."

I know that breaking up is just a euphemism, and based on what I saw yesterday, I guess there are not many left, if not all the troops are destroyed.

"Where are you going next?" Vasily asked.

"I don't know" now I really don't have a purpose.

"I still lack an observer, follow me"

After saying that, I couldn't refuse, and went straight into the dark passage I climbed into yesterday. I hurriedly grabbed my rifle and followed.