The German veteran did not hesitate after hearing the words of the medical guard, and immediately restrained his gaze to see the excitement, groped for a suitable position with his gun, and alerted the surrounding movements, from time to time German soldiers jumped into the trench, and then bent over and walked away quickly, as if there were no living people here, as if this was just a trench.

The medic pulled a painkiller out of his medical backpack, a small, fixed needle with a pill that could instantly forget the pain, usually Ma Fei, or something else. He skillfully bit open the protective sleeve of the needle with his mouth, and then stuck it in the wounded soldier's thigh.

"Hey, buddy, look at me! Come, tell me which hapless little mountain village you're from, don't look there! Look at me! Look at my eyes! I ask you, where are you from, where is your hometown?" the medic shoved the end of the scissors into the recruit's clothes and began to cut open the tactical vest he was wearing.

It has to be said that the design of tactical vests of this era was definitely not mature enough to be easily detached, and in order to save metalwork, many straps had to be tied to fix it firmly - as for plastic products, this was still synonymous with luxury in the winter of 1938.

The wounded soldier had apparently not recovered from the shock, his eyes were a little distracted, his mind was a little distracted, and his ears were buzzing all the time, and he couldn't hear the muttered words of the medic on the other side. He tried to hit his spirit, hoping to control his movements, he could feel only a slight numbness in his wounds, he could feel something flowing out of his body.

"You...... What to say, I listen...... Inaudible. In the end, he still spoke, maybe it was Ma Fei's role that made him fluttering, his face was covered with blood, and he seemed to feel very good now, with a hint of a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

However, when the medic opposite him cut open his tactical vest, a stream of blood gushed out from the place where the magazine hung on his abdomen, and it seemed that a shrapnel hit him and caused a very serious penetrating wound.

Before the medic could do anything more, the young German soldier leaned against the wall of the trench, smiled and closed his eyes, and then he grabbed the medic and hung down weakly, leaving a blood-red handprint on the medic's body. He fell to the side with his body and lay down in this damp corner.

The medic looked at the bloody handprint on his shirt that was a little twisted because of the folds of his clothes, wiped his nose with his hand, took a snot breath, then packed up his backpack and stood up, pressed one hand on the pistol at his waist, and the other hand hung down to his side, and walked up to the old soldier who was no longer on guard: "Do you have a cigarette? I want one." ”

"Of course!" the veteran took out a cigarette case from his jacket pocket, pulled out one and handed it to the medics, who took the cigarette in his hand, took out a cigarette case from his body, and stuffed some wrinkled and bloodstained cigarettes into the cigarette case, there were seven or eight cigarettes in it, none of which were new.

"I don't smoke, quit. The medic saw the veteran's strange look and explained, "I used this thing to record how many young people I had sent away in the past hour. You see, at a glance. ”

As he spoke, the medic handed the cigarette case to the veteran, and the seven cigarettes inside were clear at a glance, and the veteran looked away, then put the weapon in his hand on his back, and walked in the direction of the dense gunfire without saying a word. The medic put away his cigarette case and followed the veteran, neither of whom spoke again.

Just a kilometer ahead, Wren's tank was running over a Soviet soldier who was not yet dead, the soldier who had been shot in the leg was struggling in pain on the ground, while the wide tracks of the Tiger tank driven by Bowman rolled up the muddy water and caught up with the poor man little by little.

His leg was first crushed into the dirt, and the pain caused him to scream, and then the track ran against his abdomen with the roar of the tank, and at this point his screaming stopped, because all he had to do was open his mouth, and all he could do was gush blood.

About 100 meters away from Wren's tank, a Leopard modified special tank covering the 502nd Tank Battalion was using a special weapon flamethrower in front of it to suppress the Soviet troops.

The heart-rending howls of Soviet Red Army soldiers were heard inside, and then someone came out of the trenches behind the pillboxes, burning flames dancing on their bodies. However, it was only a few seconds in the evening, and the men fell to the ground and stopped struggling, allowing the fire on their bodies to burn.

Having abandoned their defensive lines, the Soviet Red Army began to flee into the woods behind them in droves, frightened by the huge Tiger tanks, which were almost invulnerable under the cover of the infantry, and the methods they had trained to deal with the German tanks seemed so naïve and ineffective in the face of such a perfectly coordinated German army.

The trenches were cleared one by one, and the Germans did not have the traditional virtue of respecting the old and caring for the sick and the disabled, they threw grenades into the trenches, and then covered each other and fired inside, knocking down all the living people they could see, and then jumping in to clear the mines, the number of casualties of the Soviet Red Army skyrocketed, and the scope of the rout became larger and larger.

Although no planes joined the slaughter at this time, and no planes dived to extend the success of the German ground forces, the Germans prepared the most enthusiastic meeting ceremony for their opponents.

As more and more Soviets left the trenches and fled into the woods, an artillery officer with a cigarette in his mouth removed his round face from the artillery mirror on a German artillery position 7 kilometers away. He spit out the burning cigarette butt in his mouth and waved his arm forward at the deputy next to him, flicking his fingers forward at the end, and pointing his index and middle fingers forward naturally.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" Frederick's rocket launcher, which had fixed the angle and raised the launch track, began to pour its own rain of flames into the predetermined area, and 20 rocket launchers threw more than 400 rockets into the target area in one go, and these ammunition were all thick iron balls used to kill infantry, which had a very good killing effect on the exposed human body.

It's like a delicate orchestra that works well together, and as soon as the trombone player stops his notes, a cello player joins in, and finally plays a wonderful piece of music. The German Army is also a sophisticated killing machine, and they work together to play the gushing rhythm of "you sing and I play".

These rockets are instantaneous fuses, so they explode the moment they touch the soil, and hundreds of steel balls preset in the body of the bomb fly out, hitting the people around them with thousands of holes, as if tens of millions of heavy machine guns are firing at the same time in an instant, and the bodies of the soldiers of the Soviet Red Army are torn into several pieces by the small iron balls that are extremely fast, and the flesh and blood are scattered to the surrounding ground.

These preset fragments flew everywhere, like a bullet embedded into the thick trunk of the tree, and the huge energy hit the bark of the tree flying far away, and some of the fragments were like a sharp knife, cutting off the branches in an instant, leaving only a section of the exploding branch, shaking violently back and forth.

The German rockets were not shells, they fell with little interval, and the explosions were done at about the same time, so there were not many people lying down to dodge. The Soviet Red Army, crowded together and fleeing, suffered heavy casualties, wailing and screaming everywhere, any faith became worthless in the face of such a terrible massacre, and any courage became a pitiful joke in this moment.

"Help! I've been hit!" a Soviet soldier cried out over his arm, but he still had the strength to shout, indicating that he was one of the luckier few. More lay on the ground without breath, letting their own blood run through the snow and stain their surroundings red.

More Soviet soldiers raised their hands and walked towards the positions that had just been thrown to the Germans not far behind, their weapons on the ground, no matter how much the political workers prayed, they had been frightened by the German attack like a wave, they were afraid to fight these opponents again, they were afraid to face the bloody experience they had already experienced again.

There was more and more blood in the snow, as if it would never dry up, and the blood melted into the snow and seeped into the dirt, as if it could not be separated from the land. Before the blood stains were completely dry, the tracks of the German tanks had already been crushed, followed by the iconic cotton leather boots of the German Army, and the German soldiers in white camouflage and carrying guns and ammunition continued to take their steps towards the distant target.

Alice lifted the hatch above her head, revealing her head and looking at the corpses on the side of the road that had twisted into strange shapes, and there was no expression on her face. Compared to when she first came to the front line and vomited at the sight of a corpse, she is now "progressive" enough to look at the broken corpse and eat canned food with tomatoes and minced fish.