On the position of the Wehrmacht, a soldier with a rifle is aiming and shooting. He looked at the Soviet Red Army rushing up in dense clusters on the opposite side, and the shock in his heart was difficult to add. The other side desperately tried to get close to the German position, but was knocked down by the dense German bullets one after another.

"There are so many of them that our fire suppression has no way to repel them for a while. A German soldier knelt on the ground, leaning against the trench and loudly reporting to his commander, while in front of him, next to the company's radio, there were also company commanders and several non-commissioned officers.

The company commander was holding the radio microphone and asking for fire support from the regimental headquarters: "Sir, the enemy is naked in the wilderness, infantry, ask for covered artillery support. About 200 meters in front of the positions of our troops, yes, yes, about a regiment of soldiers. ”

"Sir, look!" a soldier who had just run out of ammunition on his trench turned around and shouted loudly to this side, "They have released some hounds and are running around the position. ”

"Hounds, what's the name?" the German officer struggled to his feet, then lay down on the edge of the trench, squinting his eyes at the chaotic battlefield, among the corpses of soldiers on both sides, there were indeed some hounds running fast, looking for something everywhere. The German company commander had never seen anything like this, so he could only retract his head and give the order to the nearby Germans to continue firing: "Organize fire, kill those hounds! I don't know what it is, but it must be eliminated." ”

"Damn! who can hit that kind of thing!" a German soldier ran out of the last round in his magazine, then retracted into the trench with his steel helmet, and whined the new magazine into the bay of his Mauser 98K rifle while complaining loudly: "These dogs are too fast, and they have the cover of the Soviets." ”

"Boom!" a German Leopard assault gun opened fire violently, and the shell exploded into a brilliant flower of flame in the Soviet crowd, and the nearby Soviet soldiers fell in a blur of flesh and blood, and more soldiers continued to move beyond the explosion. And on the side of this German assault gun that was rampaging across the battlefield, a hound was preparing to get under the tank.

However, when adjusting its position, the dog was hit by a German bullet, and it whimpered and struggled, but was never able to get back up. As a result, the German assault gun drove far next to it, but it could not deliver the bombs on its body to the bottom of this tank.

"Boom!" the bomb on the dog's body eventually exploded, and the current Soviet Union did not have much time to study magnetic bombs and the like, these dogs were carrying ordinary time-lapse bombs, which would explode all at once when the time came.

The hound named Bernard followed and rushed to the side of the German assault gun, it did not adjust its posture, it rushed under the wheels of the tank, because the tracks were rolling, its hind legs were crushed into a bloody state, but its entire body had entered the underside of the German assault gun.

"Boom!" There was another loud bang, and the hound named Bernard disappeared into the world with the explosion of the bomb on his body, and he could not even leave a piece of minced meat, and with its explosion, the load wheel of the German Leopard assault gun broke off and flew into the distance, and the track on one side also disconnected, and slid in front of the load wheel as the tank advanced.

The German soldiers were shocked by the sudden explosion, and they saw a dozen hounds scurrying around, and finally saw one hound blow up their friendly assault guns. They did not know how many such hounds the Soviets had, and they did not know whether such dog bombs would rush to the positions of their infantry.

"Shoot at those dogs! Shoot! Don't let those dogs come close!" among the German soldiers, in an unknown corner, someone shouted hysterically, and with his shouting, a dog exploded in the position, kicking up a cloud of smoke. It was located in an open area in the center of the two armies, so there were no casualties.

Then these time-lapse bombs, one after another, exploded into brilliant fireworks one after another before they could find their targets. And before these explosions were completely drowned out by the gunfire, the covering support of German artillery arrived.

The 75 mm field guns directly under the regiment smashed more than a dozen shells directly on the Soviet positions, and a series of explosions suppressed the German troops in the open field, and these shells completely dispersed the Soviet troops, who cried and broke backwards, leaving behind their comrades who were still screaming on the ground.

"Whew!" looked at the defeated Soviet army on the opposite side, the German soldiers all let out a long breath, they survived again, continued to survive in this war, and then spent one hellish day and night after another. Most of them retreated back into the trenches with their guns in hand, and then began to smoke or close their eyes.

Several German troops were ordered to retreat from their positions and go to the rear battalion headquarters to receive refuels and other supplies, and one battle was usually not followed by another, because the enemy on the opposite side also needed to rest and adjust their deployment. Several soldiers crouched in the corner and began to talk about the Hound Bomb they encountered today, with a look of regret on their faces from time to time.

"If I were asked to tie my dog to a bomb, I wouldn't agree. One German soldier shook his head regretfully: "If I had done this, my mother might have tied me to a bomb and thrown it out." ”

"Hahaha. The soldiers around them laughed, their lips parched and cracked, their faces black from the smoke, but their teeth still white. These soldiers enjoyed the short time when the fighting stopped, after all, only those who had experienced the war knew the value of peace.

A soldier bent over and walked straight from the far end of the trench, he came to the position of the company headquarters, then leaned against the wall of the pit, and conveyed the order from the battalion headquarters to the company commander: "The order of the division headquarters that the 2nd Regiment will replace the 1st Regiment with the greater losses in half an hour and defend this position. Your company retreats, rests in the rear, and replenishes the lost men. ”

This is definitely very good news for us. The German company commander smiled and patted the herald on the shoulder, then pointed nearby and said, "So, we are going to have one last meal on the battlefield?

The signal soldier nodded, then pointed in the direction behind him, "Looks like so, sir. After all, the 2nd regiment has the right to eat a big meal before going to the battlefield. I'm going to inform you about the 3rd Company on the left, so I'm not resting here, good luck. ”

Soon a whole company of soldiers was in place of the German soldiers on the position, which had a total of 135 men at the time of departure, and only 84 men remained when they left the position. They were glad that they had finally made it time to leave the front line, and their sentimental expressions turned into bursts of shouting and laughter when they saw the barracks behind them.

"Long live the Führer!" one of the soldiers grinned at the sight of a row of showers with partitions: "God forbid, we haven't bathed in a month, right? ”

"Are you excited? They give you a bath and a hot meal, which means you have to serve at least another month on the front line. A veteran walked past these good-looking field facilities with a numb face holding his weapon, and said coldly.

Being sarcastically ridiculed by someone he didn't know well immediately embarrassed the jubilant young soldier, so he frowned and raised his hands: "Hey, my name is Hans Bolet." Anyway, you should be glad you can wash this mud, right?"

"I say, Hans Bolett, right?" the veteran paused, then turned to look at the young soldier, "My name is Hans, Hans Wenger." I was ordered to fight on the front lines in September last year, and my company commander told me that if I fought hard, I would be able to go home for Christmas. It's now 7 months after Christmas, and I'm still on the front lines...... What do you think I should do? cheer as much as you do, saying, 'Hey, I can take a shower, that's awesome!'? No, what I want to say is: 'Hell, I'm going to take another shower at the front'. Do you understand?"

Although the Wehrmacht had been rotating troops for a year earlier, this plan was often disrupted by the confusion at the front and the sheer number of troops, considering that the German army had more than 7 million regular troops, and at least 1 million of them had not returned to their homes since the start of the war.

Many officers were not able to take a vacation, such as Kluger, who was on the front line, and never returned to his home, often telling his men that he was not as talented as other generals, so he had to work harder to make up for his shortcomings.

Everyone knew that he was showing his loyalty to the Führer behind him, and that insistence did indeed contag some others. And as the front became more and more stable, the rear construction of the German army finally began to slowly keep up, at least in the areas that had been occupied for a long time, the German army built a lot of barracks for the front-line troops to rest and recuperate.

However, there are still 6 million families who did not have a family reunion when December 25 last year. Because at least 6 million Wehrmacht and Waffen-SS units spent a tragic Christmas on the front line with their comrades.