The Soviets opened the gap and entered the city by virtue of their numerical superiority, and the remaining soldiers, under the command of the officers, began to build fortifications to prepare for the German counterattack. www.biquge.info I received a sapper shovel and began to dig foxholes with the Soviet veterans around me.

"Hello, comrade, are you a Mongolian?" A Soviet soldier next to him asked.

"No, I'm Chinese, my name is Tian You" I stretched out my hand and shook him.

"You can call me Ivan, how long have you been in the army?" Ivan wiped his forehead and said.

"Well, in a few days, what about you?" I continued to dig hard, and it was hard to dig into the ground with a mix of concrete blocks and stones.

"I've been 3 years, you don't need to dig so wide, just enough to lie down, I suggest you clean up the stones, these little things are sometimes more dangerous than bullets" Ivan picked up a stone and threw it.

"Uh, thank you, you saved my life," I said gratefully.

"Woo" "Boom"

A cannonball interrupted our communication, and Ivan's face changed and he pinned me to the pit.

"Shelling!"

After the observers issued a warning, the veterans hurriedly hid in the unfinished fortifications, and many of the recruits who were with me were still stunned. Sometimes the price of growth was brutal, with a succession of shells falling on Soviet positions, and broken limbs could be seen in the dirt and rocks thrown up.

I lay dead in the pit, and the unfinished foxhole may only give me comfort in my heart. The ground shook the mound in front of me, the loud explosion left my mind blank, and I opened my mouth wide and let out a frenzied roar that I didn't even understand.

Time seems like a century has passed, and the shelling is finally over.

"The enemy is coming, take up your weapons!"

The commissar with the tin horn appeared again, and he didn't die on the ice. I clenched the shovel in my hand, I only had this!

"It's good not the SS," Ivan said, lying beside me, worried, and my white hand holding a shovel.

"You've got to get a gun, the reinforcements now...... Alas" Ivan wanted to say something but had some scruples, and in the end there was only a long sigh.

The German troops in the distance slowly showed their figures, and they advanced with the help of bomb craters, ruins, and car wreckage alternately covering their advances, showing extremely high military qualities. Comparing the two sides, I admit that I was a little desperate.

When the Germans were still 100 meters away, some Soviet troops could not hold their breath and opened fire, first with a few sporadic gunshots, and then erupted like thunder.

The Germans reacted quickly and quickly relied on the natural bunkers on the road to return fire as soon as they were attacked. The shooting on both sides did not achieve much success, and the Soviet soldiers even leaned out more than half of their bodies.

The unique sound of tearing cloth sounded again, and I quickly lowered my head as if reflexively, it was MG42, the scythe of death of the German army.

The MG42 general-purpose machine gun, the originator of the rate of fire of up to 1,200 rounds per minute, its unique "stabbing" like a cloth tearing sound makes everyone who sees its power chill. The German machine gunner, who was very sophisticated, and had very few exposed parts of his body hidden behind the ruins, did not suppress the Soviet fire with bursts, but chose to point out the Soviet troops on the position. Due to the high rate of fire, the Soviet soldiers who were hit were often hit by several bullets at the same time, and their torn bodies were like rag dolls, which were carried up from the ground by the force of the bullets, bringing out a bloody mist in the air that made people tremble.

"Mortar! Fire! ”

A man who looked like a Soviet commander struggled to wave a small red flag to the rear.

"Tom Tom"

A few seconds later, the mortar fired shells covered the German machine gunners. The Germans began to retreat, and several figures disappeared without a trace. Unlike the war scenes I saw on film and television, there were no tidal waves of attacks and tragic hand-to-hand combat, and the decisiveness of the German commanders was shocking.

"Tom Tom"

Several mortar fires came from the rear of the German troops, and the Soviet commander looked back at the Soviet mortar positions in despair.

"Boom" "Boom"

The shells detonated the ammunition on the position, and the detonation collapsed several dilapidated houses behind, and several Soviet soldiers screamed and were crushed underneath without a sound.

I felt a chill in my heart, the third child seemed to be there!

Regardless of whether the death of the German army or the Soviet army is not as big as the impact of the death of the third child, I have always been like an outsider, this war has nothing to do with me, the death of the third child once again sounded the alarm bell for me, and I may not be able to go back if I don't pay attention to it.

"Hey, here's for you"

Ivan came to my foxhole from behind and handed me a rifle. It was a Soviet-made M1891 Mosin-Nagant rifle with red blood stains on it. Seeing that I was a little hesitant, Ivan wiped it on his body and handed it to me.

"Take it, at least you can save your life"

No matter how I wiped it, the glaring blood stains on the butt of the gun disappeared at all, and it turned out that in addition to the ink, the blood could penetrate the wood for three points.

I finished trimming my ballade and lay quietly inside, my rifle still by my side. A gun may be every boy's first dream, and so am I, but now I really don't want to touch it.

"Hey, come here and help me"

Ivan came to me again with his rifle on his back, his pale blue eyes revealing trusting sincerity.

"Good!"

I picked up my rifle and came to the rear with him. Ivan stopped in front of a ruin, and there was a mortar barrel between the cracks in the ruins. I followed over and helped pull the barrel out.

"It's not bad, you can use it, do you know Comrade Tian You, this may not necessarily save all of our lives."

Ivan happily ran to look for the shells, and I froze in place.

There was also a gun in the gap, a double-barreled shotgun. Could it be that Scarface also died here? My heart is like someone is holding it tightly, and it has nothing to do with friendship or friendship, just because we come from the same place, the same time and place.

"Enemy attack!"

The terrible warning woke me up, and I found a nearby crater and jumped in, and Ivan jumped in out of nowhere. We have a low terrain here, and we can't see the exchange of fire in front of us, so I guess there is a better chance of hitting our own people when we shoot from here.

"Relax, Comrade Tian You, it's not time for us to make a move" Ivan took out a cigarette and lit it, took a hard puff, and handed it to me.

I've been a smoker for a few years, but I'm a bit of a cleanliness addict, and I don't take cigarettes that other people have smoked. When I was studying, I was poor, and I often bought a cigarette with several people, and then squeezed together to take a puff. I'm never involved, I'd rather hold back. I naturally took it over today, do you care about this when I'm dying?

"Boom Boom"

The ground started to shake, and I got up to see what was going on. Ivan's face instantly turned bloodless, and he almost groaned out two words: "Tank!" ", the commotion at the front confirmed his words.

"Tiger Style!" "Oh God!"

The Allied soldiers were very jealous of the German tiger, even to the point of smelling the tiger. Tiger heavy tank, one of the famous tanks of World War II, its 100 mm frontal armor can withstand the incoming fire of Allied tanks, and its 88 mm tank gun is enough to destroy the frontal armor of any Allied tank, which can be said to be a real offensive and defensive. Its glorious achievements have established a myth of invincibility in the hearts of its opponents and left a profound impression of great power.