In ancient China, it was said that one will make a thousand bones wither, and there is a proverb in the West that the emperor's throne is full of corpses. In fact, they all talk about sacrifice from the perspective of the winners, and sadly no one likes to explore the fate of the losers.

Zhao Kuo of Changping doesn't seem to have succeeded, but the soldiers who follow him are still the end of ten thousand bones. Therefore, whether it is won or lost, as long as there is a competition, there will be sacrifices, and sacrifice often means rivers of blood and corpses everywhere.

The battle for Stalingrad reached a devastating level, and the Soviets had cut their positions apart by the Germans. The Germans were like a sharp sword, splitting the enemy's shield from the center at once. Now that some of the German forces inside Stalingrad were building artillery positions on the banks of the river, the Germans could finally use what they did best to deal with the endless flow of ships sailing on the Volga.

The Germans brought two 88-mm anti-aircraft guns to the shore and fired at the river ships as if they were tanks, reducing Stalingrad's reinforcements and supplies by a third.

The last intact reserve division of the Soviet army was thrown into battle, frantically trying to recapture the lost warehouses and open up the internal links within Stalingrad. The battle then broke out, and rows of Soviet troops were desperately attacking the German defensive positions without fear of death.

"Whew!" a Soviet soldier held his Mosin Nagant rifle and aimed at a German Ukrainian soldier opposite, he did not hesitate to shoot, the bullet hit the Ukrainian in the face, and killed him directly inside the bunker, but the German comrade also saw the danger and looked up to see the Soviet soldier.

So the Soviet soldier nervously began to pull the bolt on the gun with his hand, trembling and repeating several times without pulling the relatively tight bolt open. By this time, the German soldier had already turned his gun and pointed the G43 rifle in his hand at him.

Without the slightest hesitation, the German soldier pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the Soviet soldier on the opposite side accurately, knocking him to the ground. But beside the fallen Soviet soldier, a dozen Soviet soldiers with spears with bayonets were shouting and rushing towards the German positions.

The German positions were filled with a roar of machine guns that fired tongues of fire, sending a dense barrage of bullets at their enemies. The Soviets, of course, did not come to send them to their deaths, and their machine guns also began to go into battle to suppress the German firing points. The bullets almost collided with each other, and as the German machine-gun bullets strafed the Soviet infantry, the Soviet machine-gun bullets also hit the sandbags on the German machine-gun positions.

Don't think that the Germans are really all copper-headed and iron-armed Xiaoqiang, bullets can hit their bodies like a hole in a blood-gushing hole, making them scream and fall to the ground and twist to death. The Soviet bullets were just as deadly, the German secondary shooter fell to the ground with a bullet, and the German fire from this machine-gun position was immediately suppressed.

The Soviet Red Army soldiers rushed to the German positions, and the two sides engaged in the most brutal hand-to-hand combat, and on the positions covered with the corpses of Soviet soldiers, everyone held bayonets and shovels, and so on. High-tech weaponry seems to have no place here, and everyone is using the most primitive methods to kill their opponents.

"Yikes!" a Soviet soldier rushed at the 17-year-old Ukrainian recruit with his bayonet. The other party couldn't dodge, and the bayonet was stuck in the gap between the ribs of the Ukrainian recruit, and the blood soaked the German soldier's black clothes in an instant, staining the undusty fabric into an even more disgusting color.

"Woo......" The young Ukrainian man grabbed his opponent's gun with both hands, spat blood and stared at the opponent who killed him, he was speechless, because more blood would gush out of his mouth from one mouth. However, he still grabbed the body of his opponent's spear hard, as if he didn't want his killer to succeed like this.

But soon the second Soviet soldier who jumped into the trench rushed over, and the Soviet soldier also stabbed the spear in his hand forward, and the bayonet stuck in front of the gun stabbed the young Ukrainian soldier in the other side of the chest from the other direction, and the two men worked together, and the young Ukrainian collapsed on the ground of the trench.

A few meters away from them, a German soldier was wielding a shovel, and by looking at him, it was clear that this was not a German soldier, but a servant from Ukraine. However, he was obviously much better than his comrades, and by this time he had already killed the Soviet soldiers who jumped into the trenches on the opposite side.

The shovel in his hand was stained with blood on its head, and it was flowing down a little bit in the direction, but the blood quickly dried up in the wind and turned into a sticky red paint, which painted the shovel a piercing scarlet.

The German soldier glanced at the corpse at his feet, then raised his head just in time to see two Soviet soldiers, drawing their bayonets from his young comrades. So he smiled, picked up the Mosin Nagant from the ground, lit up his bayonet, and walked towards the two enemies who had already spotted him.

"Killing a child has a fart ability!Come on! Come at me!" the German soldier from Ukraine yelled, and then stabbed the Soviet soldier on the left with his bayonet, the Soviet soldier obviously also had two brushes, and used the body of the gun in his hand to remove the bayonet stabbed by the German soldier, and wanted to stab the German soldier by chance.

The German soldier, who had missed the blow, quickly withdrew his spear and used the butt to open the bayonet of the second Soviet soldier. With one enemy against two, it is clear that he will not be able to win easily. So he took two steps back, a little out of the way, ready to look for an opportunity.

But his backward steps stumbled on the body of the Soviet soldier he had just killed, and after a stumble, he found that the bayonets of the two Soviet soldiers in front of him had been stabbed - this is the battlefield, no one will be stupid to pursue any chivalry, and taking advantage of your illness to kill you is the eternal truth here.

The German soldier knew that there was no way to get out of it, so he also stabbed his spear at one of the Soviet soldiers, trying to kill one of his killers before he died. After a brief exchange, a Soviet soldier dropped his gun and fell, while the Ukrainians on the ground were out of breath.

Pulling their guns from the Ukrainian soldiers, the living Soviet soldiers gasped and began to shake their heads like red eyes, looking for the next target they were going to kill. But all he saw was one Soviet soldier after another jumping into the trench and then hurrying away.

Everywhere there was the sound of shouting Ulla, which he knew was the sound of his own troops seizing a German position, the heartfelt cry of a group of soldiers in the joy of victory. Looking at the German soldiers lying at his feet and the corpses of the Soviet soldiers, the Soviet soldier pulled the bolt of his gun, reloaded the rifle, and followed the other troops out of the trench and rushed to another distant trench.

The Soviet Red Army received an order to recapture the positions occupied by the Germans and drive the Germans back from the banks of the Volga. Now they are less than fifty meters away from their goal, and maybe they will soon succeed, after all, there are not many German regular troops here.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, another tracer bullet flew from the front, and there was no time for everyone to think about it, the experienced Soviet soldiers had already bent down and lay on the ground, and the standing Soviets were quickly beaten to the ground. The Soviets began to fire back at the Germans in front of them with rifles in hand, and the two sides opened fire on each other from a street less than 10 meters wide, with bullets striking the walls and the ground emitting dazzling sparks.

The Soviets, who had just killed two Ukrainian soldiers, were lying on the ground, and suddenly felt a slight tremor on the ground, and he stared at the dust on the side of his palms in horror, and found that there were indeed some fine sand and gravel beating. He knew that it should be the German tanks approaching, otherwise the ruins would not have "shaken" like this.

So he squinted his eyes and looked up, and saw a Leopard tank that he had never seen before was running forward about twenty meters in front of him. There were only two 20 mm cannons on the turret of this Leopard tank, and the heavy rain of bullets just now was fired by this damn guy.

Before he could twist his body to make way for the tank's advance, the strange Leopard tank without a main gun revealed the special weapon between the two cannons. The Soviet soldier didn't know what it was, but he had a feeling, an inexplicable urge of despair.

Soon the new weapon flashed in the air, and then the high-pressure gasoline burst out in flames, enveloping all the targets in front of the tank in an instant, and the wide and huge flames engulfed everything, burning everything in its path.

The Soviet soldier saw the fire growing larger and louder in front of him, and then he felt the pain on his face and body like peeling off the skin. He wanted to howl heartbreakingly, but a scorching gas rushed into his lungs, and in an instant he lost all thought and memory, leaving only charred carbides, constricted into crisp ashes that adhered to the surface of the body.

The Spitfire modification of the Leopard continued forward, its tracks over the rubble and the final crash into a pile of smoky and flickering corpses, easily crushing the brittle corpses into real dust.