If a shell landed on the position, it seemed to be just a huge black plume of smoke. However, when a dozen or twenty or even hundreds of shells landed on a position, it was almost like turning over the ground, with renovated ground everywhere and large craters formed by deep shell explosions.

While people in peacetime were still struggling with how to use excavators efficiently to dig deep pits, the runners of the war years had been working on this for hundreds of years - they tried their best to use the new ammunition developed by engineers to dig deeper, bigger and more desperate pits in the ground.

The German army directly north of Kiev is under constant attack by the most powerful firepower of the main force of the Soviet Union, and the German soldiers here are also under the fierce attack of the Soviet Red Army's firepower, like a tsunami, overwhelming and seemingly endless.

However, compared with the soldiers of the Soviet Red Army, the Germans have one of the biggest advantages in the defensive process, that is, they have been preparing their defensive positions for more than half a year, and they are still preparing everything as much as possible a few hours before to meet the fierce attack of the Soviet Red Army.

Fortunately, the German generals proved more than once that they had a unique way of arranging their defenses in addition to attacking. A group of veterans who had shown their prowess in the defensive phase of the Battle of Poland had rejuvenated themselves this time, turning it into a fortress, a fortified fortress.

Therefore, the defensive positions of the German defenders were perfect, their mental preparations were relatively adequate, and compared with the Soviet Red Army, which had been preparing for the attack a few days earlier, they had a solid defensive position in their hands, more powerful weapons and equipment, and various support forces that could come at any time.

If nothing else, as soon as the weather improves and the skies clear, thousands of Luftwaffe bombers will appear in the sky and destroy all Soviet offensive forces on the ground. But until the weather clears, the German Army will be on their own.

The shells exploded on the edge of the trench, and the huge vibration made the wood lining the edge of the trench shake, and the earth fell through the gap and smashed on the German steel helmet, making a popping sound, because the steel helmet was covered with white cloth, and the surrounding sound was really noisy, so this sound was not obvious, only the person wearing the steel helmet could feel it.

Compared with the powerful and numerous Soviet artillery, the artillery positions on the German positions were significantly rarer. The number of German 150 mm heavy guns that could bombard with long-range Soviet artillery was even rarer, so the German artillery returned fire and groaned no different from the hysteria of the Soviet Red Army artillery.

On average, the Germans fired a large-caliber artillery shell to return fire, and the Soviets fired ten shells in retaliation, and the support artillery fire on both sides was not at the same level at all, and the number of 203 mm caliber cannons in the hands of the Soviets had already exceeded the 150 mm caliber cannons in the hands of the Germans in this direction, not to mention the number of 122 mm caliber cannons in the Soviet Union, and the Germans could only express their feelings with the word envy.

In the German command on the front, a German regiment commander was holding the phone and complaining loudly to his superiors that more than 100 large-caliber shells had fallen on his position, and his soldiers had gone from slight losses to current losses skyrocketing: "Sir, I can't hear exactly what you're talking about, the Soviets' shelling hasn't stopped, it's too loud for me to hear you clearly." ”

Just as he was still shouting into the phone that he couldn't hear clearly, the Soviet attack had already begun, a Stalin tank smashed a small tree, and then behind this tank, another Stalin tank rushed out, and then looked behind, one Soviet tank after another drove out of the woods, and one tank after another formed an attack formation as vast as the ocean.

Around the tanks, hordes of Soviet Red Army soldiers with their guns rushed to the German positions not far away, still shrouded in black smoke, shouting as the word Ulla echoed in the sky.

Dressed in army green overcoats, these Red Army soldiers carried a new type of submachine gun with a drum in it, a newly developed weapon that had begun massively equipping Soviet troops a few months earlier.

During the Soviet-Finnish War, the Soviet Union suffered the loss of Finnish submachine guns, but because of the advent of the Great Purge, the development of this weapon was put on hold, and it was only after the outbreak of the Soviet-German war in Poland that the Soviets really realized the terrible role of automatic weapons in modern warfare.

The German army's individual weapon system composed of submachine guns, semi-automatic rifles, and automatic rifles successfully suppressed most of the Mosin Nagant rifles of the Soviet Red Army, which made the weapons of the Soviet Red Army criticized by most front-line generals, and as a result, it gave birth to this new submachine gun.

This automatic weapon is fed by a 71-round drum, which gives it a very terrible duration of fire, and the lack of automatic weapons in the Soviet Red Army, so it was loved by the Soviet Red Army as soon as it was born, and immediately equipped the front-line troops on a large scale.

Coupled with the simplicity of the production of this weapon, the barrel of the Mosin Nagant rifle can be sawn in two and can be used as the barrel of two of these submachine guns, which is very beneficial to the supplement in wartime, so the Soviet Red Army produced 100,000 of these submachine guns in one go, and let the main forces of the Soviet Union use this terrible individual weapon before the war.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" At a close enough distance, the German MG42 machine gun finally let out its own roar, and the tracer bullet was pulled into a fan shape and swept towards the Soviet Red Army opposite. As the machine guns continued to strafe, the shells crackled and fell to the ground in the trenches, falling at the feet of the German machine gun shooters.

The bullet clanged against the armor of the Soviet tank, and then it was blocked by the thick steel and eventually flew somewhere else. More bullets hit the Soviet soldiers anyway, knocking the young men to the ground who shouted "Long live Comrade Stalin".

Soon, a Soviet T-34 tank overtook the others, and then the machine gun on the front armor plate began to shoot a dazzling tongue of fire, sending a cloud of smoke out of the front of the German machine-gun position. A torrent of bullets whizzed through the air, leaving a row of fist-sized bullet holes in the sandbags.

The German machine gunner was shot through the head by a bullet and fell into the trench like a sandbag, and the secondary shooter was also hit in the shoulder by a machine-gun bullet, and threw away the bullet chain in his hand with a scream. The MG42 machine gun, which was still reaping the lives of the Soviet Red Army just now, was cut into parts by bullets and scattered on the surrounding snow.

A well-concealed German 75mm anti-tank gun suddenly opened fire, and a shell hit the firing Soviet T-34 tank, piercing its not-so-heavy front armor plate, and the ostentatious T-34 tank braving the flames to stop, and then there was a tragic explosion.

The explosion did not stop the surrounding Soviet Red Army, one Soviet Red Army stepped on the German jumping mine, followed by a storm of steel balls, swept through the surrounding dozen Soviet Red Army soldiers, these poor people fell in a pool of blood, and could no longer shout slogans to move forward.

As the two sides got closer, the other guns on the German positions gradually opened fire, and the bullets flew sideways in the middle of the two sides, taking away the lives of those who stood in the way, and the German casualties began to rise in a straight line, and the corpses of the Soviet Red Army soldiers had long been spread in the snow as thick as a carpet.

"Oh my God, there are too many of them!" a German soldier grumbled as he cowered in the trench as he reloaded the Mauser 98K rifle in his hand after firing a shot. As soon as his words fell, one of his comrades, who was standing to his left and shooting, was shattered in the head by a shot from the Soviets, and his body fell backwards into the trench, with a mist of blood.

"Oh God! we need reinforcements! What about our tanks?" the poor German soldier looked at the corpse beside him, his legs and stomach were a little paralyzed, and he was picked up from the ground by the veteran standing on the other side of him, and then let him keep shooting.

He cautiously showed his head, a Soviet tank not far away was firing desperately, he knew that his weapon could not do much damage to the tank, so he removed his gun and aimed it at a Soviet infantryman who was running forward, the crosshair pressed on this person, and he pulled the trigger of his gun.

"Phew!" a mist of blood erupted from the Soviet soldier he had taken aim at the moment he opened fire, and the Soviet man struggled to fall, sinking headlong into the snow in a very awkward posture and never moving again.

But when the German recruit turned his head, he saw that the firing Soviet tank was getting closer. The Soviets above used machine guns to sweep through a German defensive position, and the machine gunners and anti-tank bazooka fighters inside were killed.

"That tank! That Soviet tank is coming! It's coming!" the recruit held on to his steel helmet and tried to leave his position, but was grabbed and carried back by the veteran next to him again.

The veteran threw him back into his original position, and as he continued to fire forward, he shouted loudly: "Keep firing! Fool! Behind our position, it's the company headquarters! Where are you going? Let the company commander cover your retreat? We must get ......."

"Phew!" Before the veteran could finish speaking, the steel helmet on his head was pierced by a bullet, and he could only save the rest of the words to the other world to continue—

Long Ling wishes everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!