While crawling towards the rifle, he saw the comrade with a bloody face on the anti-aircraft gun position, and the man finally wiped the blood off his face, but found that beside him, a No. 3 assault gun drove slowly past. Several German grenadiers had already spotted the poor man and were pointing at him with various guns in their hands.

"I still have a wife and children at home! The Soviet artilleryman pleaded with a wailing voice. No one wants to die in a cold trench, and no one wants to end their life just like that. After all, the kind of people who regard death as their home are only a few, and those who hope to live are normal people.

"What is he talking about? Is there anyone here who understands Russian?" a German veteran with an MP-44 assault rifle turned back to his comrades around him, a squad leader who was responsible for directing troops to cover the No. 3 assault gun in front. This is a rare high-end equipment in the hands of their M Army, and when attacking strong fortifications such as pillboxes, the difference between having this thing and not having this thing is quite big.

"I don't know, maybe this is what he is trying to do to persuade you to believe in the Communists @ Proprietors, these Soviets are dangerous elements, and their brains have been burned by Stalin. A young soldier holding his Mauser 98K rifle smiled and said to those around him.

"Huh. "Haha. The German soldiers around them laughed, and in their hearts, the young man was right, the Soviets had their brains burned, and they were not afraid of death to fight a hopeless battle, and they were no different from a bunch of psychos.

The position was very open and flat, and the German bombers dropped a large amount of napalm, burning the entire battlefield. So the offensive was not difficult for the Germans, and they did not even meet any decent resistance. Almost all of the Soviet soldiers here were wounded, and most of them had to wait for the Germans to arrive, without even the ability to pick up their weapons and return fire.

The Soviet soldier, who had just fled into the trench, simply closed his eyes and began to play dead. His courage had been shattered, and he couldn't resist at all. In his opinion, as long as he lies down like this, he can escape such a terrible catastrophe.

"Phew!" a middle-aged German soldier picked up his G43 semi-automatic rifle and shot the head of the Soviets who were sitting on the ground begging for mercy. He looked at the soldiers around him who were still smiling on their faces, and said solemnly: "Don't make fun of your opponents, give them dignity, so that you will get the treatment you deserve at the same time." Keep searching, gather the uninjured Soviets and send them back to the rear!"

"Yes, sir!" a few young soldiers who had been laughing for a long time quickly put away their smiles, put on serious faces, and began to look for whether there were any Soviets who were pretending to be dead. They cautiously rummaged around the sides of the anti-aircraft gun positions, and two men pointed at the damaged anti-aircraft guns, as if commenting on the scrap of metal that had been destroyed without doing anything.

Your brains have been burned! You have come to our homeland, you have shot at us, you have dropped bombs, and you say that our brains have been burned by Stalin? If we do not resist, then your brains have been burned! The Soviet veteran cursed in his head and squirmed forward a distance, he was closer to the gun, and he knew that the Germans were closer to him.

"You have your strong faith, and I have mine. You believe that your Führer can bring you victory, and what I believe is simpler, that is, whoever hits me, I will fight back!" muttered as he approached the weapon in front of him.

Someone killed a neighbor who joined the army with him, someone killed his good friend in the army, as a man, you should take up your own weapon and avenge these friends and familiar people, it is a man's responsibility and a veteran's insistence.

"Unfortunately, I don't have any skills, I don't know how to tie wreaths, I can't make coffins, so I can't bury you and pray for your souls. The veteran stretched out his arm and pressed his palm on the strap of the gun: "But I will kill, I will shoot, so I should avenge you, I should ......"

He pulled the Mosin Nagant back to his side with a hard tug of the strap of the gun, and after glancing at the magazine, which was indeed still a bullet in it, he pulled the bolt, put a bullet into the chamber, and leaned against a rock and began to aim with the crosshairs.

In the distance, two German soldiers were lighting cigarettes at each other's anti-aircraft gun positions, and after discussing the Soviet scrap anti-aircraft guns, they did not realize that the danger was not too far away from them.

The assault gun came to a halt after advancing a few dozen meters, and some German soldiers were busy filling in part of the trench so that other cars and equipment could pass through. More soldiers had already crossed some stones from both sides and approached the top of the hillside.

The Soviet veteran pointed his gun at two young German soldiers who were smoking, and then he suddenly realized that it was a bit of a waste of opportunity to shoot an idiot, so he adjusted the angle of his rifle and pressed the crosshair on the German squad leader who had shot and killed the Soviet artilleryman.

Before he could pull the trigger, an armored vehicle passed between the two men, cutting off their view. The machine gun on the armored car punched the Soviet soldier in the middle of the trench who was pretending to be dead with bullet holes, and he could not die again.

The Soviet veteran's tense muscles relaxed, and then when the armored car was about to move out of the way, he made another aiming motion. It's a pity that when he finished shooting, the squad leader was no longer in his original position.

"Hell!" the veteran repositioned his gun to the two young German soldiers who were smoking cigarettes, hesitated, then aimed his gun at the German soldier who was laughing at the Soviet soldier just now, and pressed his finger on the trigger.

"If I were you, throw away the gun. A cold barrel pressed against the steel helmet of a Soviet veteran, and just as he was concentrating on the German soldier on the other side of the trench, a Leopard tank had already driven behind him, and the German grenadier following behind this tank saw the wounded Soviet soldier without much effort.

Apparently the German soldier spoke some Russian, and he was carrying a Mauser Type 98K rifle, which was supposed to be a civilian soldier. The Soviet veteran did not move, because as soon as he moved, the German soldier he was aiming at was out of the range he could threaten: "Do I look like a man who is afraid of death? I am very happy to kill one of you." ”

"Sir, Stalin was a tyrant, he committed massacres in Ukraine and in Belarus and Siberia, you don't need to keep fighting for a demon. "Soldiers who know Russian generally have to do some work to persuade them to surrender, so they are more eloquent. As soon as he opened his mouth, he said something that sounded very reasonable.

"Then you go into someone's house with a weapon and teach another villain a lesson for your master? And then you stay and don't leave? You, like Stalin, are not the embodiment of justice. The Soviet veteran replied: "Believe me, God is the only one who can judge everything." You guys, obviously, can't. ”

"Drop your weapon, I'll send you to the field hospital in the back, and you may be able to go home and see your wife and children. Don't do anything stupid. The German soldier opened his mouth to persuade that they had met on the battlefield in their own homeland, and that if it weren't for this environment, the two might have been able to talk in Russian for a long time.

"I've never done anything stupid in my life, kid. The Soviet veteran laughed, and then resolutely pulled the trigger: "But at the last moment, I hope I can do it again." ”

"Bah!" the shots rang out. The German soldier did not hesitate anything, and it was not the first time he had killed someone. He also snapped his weapon, and the bullet pierced the steel helmet and burst the head of the Soviet veteran: "Phew!"

Blood splattered, and one even splashed on the boots of German soldiers. He looked into the distance, where a German soldier had been shot and fell to the ground, and the soldiers around him were shouting, "Hey, someone shot, someone was shot, Someone was shot, Medic, we need Medic!"

Luckily, the young German soldier was only shot in the arm, and the bullet flew in from the side, piercing his arm and grazing his chest and flying away, saving him a small life. When the Germans searched for the Soviet soldier who had attacked him, they found only a corpse with a broken head.

"He fired the gun just now?" the squad leader with a G43 semi-automatic rifle on his back was the leader of the squad leader, who looked at the German soldier who was still wiping the blood on his boots, and stepped forward to ask.

"If you're asking the Soviet soldier who wounded the young soldier over there, I think it's him. The Russian interpreter in Germany wiped the blood from his shoes and looked up at the German squad leader in front of him.

"Thank you, if it weren't for you, I think we might have lost a good soldier. The German squad leader squeezed out a smile: "These Soviets are not willing to lay down their arms until they die, they have the same firm faith as us, and they have a tenacious character." ”

"The difference is that the weapons we have in our hands are more advanced than theirs. The German translator smiled and said, "This is war, we are for our future, and they are for theirs." ”

The German squad leader smiled, nodded and turned to leave. For him, it doesn't matter what the enemies are thinking. He just needs to know that he will destroy the enemy who does not surrender, and that's it.

"Don't thank me. The interpreter turned and left the place.