"Attack!" At the sound of the order, hundreds of Soviet soldiers jumped out of their trenches and rushed towards the German defenses on the opposite side, directly in front of them were several farmhouses and the ruins of buildings on the outskirts of the city that had been destroyed by shells.

"I said, "Are you careful when you see the buildings in front of you!" They walked cautiously, in a position that they would lie down as soon as the wind blows.

With the support of heavy artillery, the Soviets had a lot of confidence in the attack, they shelled Tver, and then organized a new offensive, allowing an infantry regiment of thousands of men to attack along the road, hoping to open the gap in the German positions. After all, this force was only infantry retreating from near Leningrad, and they didn't have that many tanks and armored vehicles.

Some of the main forces will have trucks and other equipment, most of which will be used to tow anti-tank guns and heavy artillery. The large-caliber artillery was either lost and blown up in the middle of the way, or dragged behind the entire unit because of its slow movement. Some of the T-26 tanks, which were already rare, were either abandoned due to lack of parts, or they did not dare to take them out against German tanks at all.

Isn't the use of T-26 tanks to attack a position defended by the German Leopard and Tiger tanks forcing a group of people to carry their coffins to death? A commander with a little bit of brains probably can't do such a thing lacking in morality. General Govorov naturally would not have given such a brainless order, he was not willing to use those precious T-26 tanks to do such a stupid thing.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, maybe the German army is advancing too fast, and it is true that it does not carry a large number of artillery units, so the Soviet infantry was not covered by German artillery and fired, only sporadic artillery fire fell in the crowd, taking away one piece after another of fresh life.

The blood that flew from nowhere, just like that, fell on the face of the Soviet recruit, he touched it with his hand, and then he was frightened by this scarlet. The body followed the soldiers around him as if they were moving forward mechanically, but their eyes involuntarily watched the friendly troops in the distance.

He seemed to want to find the source of that drop of blood, but he forgot that the poor creature that bleed was probably lying on the ground a long time ago, and it was impossible for him to find it. So he continued to follow the troops, approaching the German defensive positions step by step.

He saw the tops of some of the German army's iconic M35 steel helmets moving rapidly under the trenches in the distance, and he also saw the hastily dug trenches behind the communication trenches and explosion-proof bevels in the distance. As time went on, he found himself seeing more and more clearly, and could even see the muzzles of the guns that had already been raised by the Germans.

Suddenly, the German gunfire rang out, and Accardo's saw spewed out bright tracer bullets, sweeping wildly towards the Soviet troops. The surrounding dirt was sent flying by bullets, forcing the recruit to bend down and squint his eyes.

"Get down! You don't want to live?" a veteran pressed the overwhelmed recruit to the ground, and then loudly reminded the soldiers around him to lie down: "Hurry up! The Germans fired! The Germans fired!"

What had been a comfortable attack was immediately bloody, with screams from bullets everywhere and a corpse oozing blood next to it. Everyone tried to keep their heads down as best they could, as bullets were flying around on the ground.

"I've been hit! I've been hit!" a soldier in the distance screamed loudly, trying to raise his arm to tell the paramedic where he was, but soon his arm was hit by a bullet and his entire wrist flew a short distance behind. Then the hapless guy had no voice, not knowing whether he was dead or learned to be smart.

Seeing behind the opposite buildings, a Leopard tank strolled out of the bunker, pointing the barrel of the black hole hole at the side of the Soviet attacking troops, and with a loud bang, the grenade fired by the tank hit the center of the Soviet Red Army unit, blowing up many stumps and broken arms.

"Retreat, retreat!" a Soviet commander shouted his order in the loudest voice he could shout, holding on to his steel helmet, but not far from him, another commander was urging his men to attack: "Forward! Don't lie on your stomach! This is waiting for death! You must move quickly! Hurry!"

With these shouts and the sound of guns and cannons mingling, the battlefield seemed chaotic, and the new soldier, who had been pressed to the ground by the veterans, finally picked up the fallen rifle next to him, and pulled the bolt with his trembling hands.

"Fire, shoot! Shoot so that the Germans can be suppressed! or we will all die here!" he said, and the veteran pulled the bolt of his gun as he reminded the novices around him, encouraging them to keep fighting.

"I know! I know! I'm reloading! I'm just a newspaper seller...... I shouldn't be here!" The Soviet recruit curled up, dodging the bullet-tossed rubble and dirt on the ground, whined with a cry: "I should go home! I should get out of here......"

"It's no different if you stand up now than if you die!" The veteran aimed at the opposite position, and after firing a shot, he neatly pulled the bolt of his gun to reload his weapon. He has experienced war, so he is naturally much better than those farmers and craftsmen around him.

"Phew!" a bullet struck the corpse not far in front of the recruit, and in an instant blood splattered. The recruit may have been too hysterical and finally took the first step in his life on the battlefield. He finally loaded his ammunition and fired a bullet at somewhere.

"Aim and shoot!We're not running out of ammo!" the veteran lay there and continued to fire, muttering incessantly. He has too many requirements and too many professional things to be done, so most of the people around him are still flustered, not knowing how to face what is happening in front of him.

The terrifying German tank looked like an invincible mammoth beast, brazenly firing at the Soviet troops, and several machine guns fired condescendingly and frantically, beating the hidden Soviet troops on the ground one after another.

These poor infantrymen couldn't push their own anti-tank guns to attack, so they really lacked effective firepower against the German tanks. In the face of the German tanks, they could only grit their teeth and hold on, hoping that the other side would eventually be forced back by their heroic and fearless momentum.

Dense bullets struck the Soviet troops, knocking the lying soldiers not far in front of the Soviet recruit into a sieve. A young recruit of the Soviet Red Army was right next to the man who had been killed, and he finally couldn't hold back the great panic in his heart, struggled and screamed to get up from the ground, and turned to get out of this damn place.

But as he got up and turned around, he was pierced by German bullets, and at least three or four bullets hit the poor man, so he threw himself forward, aiming his face at the Soviet recruits behind him. The sight of a pale, distorted face so close, steaming blood running from its nostrils and mouth, eyes not yet fully closed, was truly disgusting.

The Germans were still under fire, and the Soviet troops in the distance had already begun to retreat. The recruit, who had managed to look away from the corpse's face, found that the friendly gunfire that was returning fire around him had become very sparse.

To his slight reassurance, the veteran soldier beside him was still reloading the Mosin Nagant rifle in his hand, the only living person he had seen since he came to his senses. So he shouted to the old soldier, "Hey, our people are retreating, how are we going to get out of here?"

"What do you think else can be done?" replied the veteran, turning back to the only recruit who had survived. He knew that after this baptism, this soldier would become his true comrade-in-arms, much more reliable than those recruits.

Before the two of them could begin to move their bodies back, dense German artillery fire swept the entire Soviet retreat. The dense ammunition fell on a wide area, and it only took a few breaths to turn it into a sea of fire.

"It's the German Frederick rockets! They don't have artillery, they're waiting for an opportunity to inflict maximum damage on us......" The battle-hardened veteran sighed in a slightly sad tone, looking back at the smoky land behind him.

"Phew!" the bullet flew from nowhere, and it pierced the steel helmet of the Soviet veteran, and the blood ran down the veteran's forehead to cover his eyes, and then his neck hung weakly, and the slightly old rifle in his hand slipped to the side.

The recruit was frightened by the death of the veteran, and the real death in front of him shook his soul together with the slightly illusory disaster in the distance. He felt that he should not go against such a powerful enemy, and he felt that everything in front of him was out of control. This is the battlefield, the real slaughter mecca, where everyone's life is not in their own hands, but is played by something called fate - it makes you live, you continue to live in pain, it lets you die, you will die a tragic death in the next second.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the recruit struggled to move his body, slowly crawling backwards little by little. He did not dare to raise his head to look at the corpse of the veteran again, for he was afraid that the same bullet would turn him into one of the countless corpses on the ground.