The development of human history has given birth to the progress of weapons and equipment. The appearance of the stone spear and stone axe gave humans the basic ability to truly face dangerous beasts for the first time, and also made humans stand out in the category of beasts.

This was followed by the advent of bronze metal smelting technology, which gave human civilization a more efficient way of killing, and the sharp blade was free from the constraints of nature on weapons, and human warfare went to a wider field for the first time.

With the development of the iron-smelting industry in the Han Dynasty, Rome and other civilizations, the agrarian countries had an overwhelming advantage over the surrounding barbaric grazing civilizations, so these agrarian civilizations began expeditions, destroyed the country and exterminated the species, and the war became more bloody and cruel.

After the appearance of stirrups, iron-smelting technology began to spread to the nomads, so in the past thousand years, the nomads have achieved a long suppressive advantage over the farming people because of their strong bodies and good riding and shooting, and the mobility of war has reached the peak of the cold weapon era with the development of cavalry.

Then, firearms finally appeared, the era of human beings relying on body and strength to collide officially ended, long-range weapons such as bows and arrows were finally eliminated, and cavalry began to decline and became a supporting role in war. Automatic weapons began to appear, and humans could slaughter their own kind with unprecedented efficiency, killing more and more flamboyant enemies in order to do their own good.

The reason why firearms can gradually replace other weapons and become the first choice of human warfare is that everyone is equal in the face of such weapons. Unlike bows and arrows, bows and arrows fired by women are ultimately three points less powerful than bows and arrows fired by men, and bullets fired by women with machine guns are no weaker than ammunition fired by men, so thermal weapons minimize the physical disparity between soldiers, allowing commanders to focus more on boosting the morale and will of their troops.

It can be simply said that in the era of hot weapons, as long as a unit dares to fight and is convinced that killing the opponent is the right choice, then the combat effectiveness of this army can be guaranteed.

For example, now, the heading machine gun in front of the hull of a Tiger tank crushed on the edge of a foxhole is violently spraying its own tongues of fire, beating groups of Soviet Red Army soldiers into a sieve. It was a beautiful girl who fired the shot, with no mercy in her cold eyes, and the bullet fired was precise and deadly.

From seeing people who didn't dare to pull the trigger, to now using machine guns like cutting wheat to harvest all the lives on the other side. It's progress, it's adaptation, war kills conscience, contempts life, and eventually turns into a callous killer.

Alice didn't keep pulling the trigger and draining the bullets from the machine gun. She calmly aim, then pulled the trigger, fired a few rounds and then calmly aimed at the next target, each shot was guaranteed to hit the target, and sometimes a single shot could even kill a dozen enemy soldiers.

If it weren't for the noise of the machine, if it weren't for the fact that she would turn off her laryngeal intercom when she attacked, she would have been heard pulling the trigger and humming softly a song, a folk song from her own hometown, but the lyrics were a little uncivilized.

She changed the lyrics and hummed softly: "The great Führer flew through the sky, but I was punished for not doing my duty, I was thrown into the battlefield to starve, and I made up for my mistakes with the number of people killed...... Hehehe, I used my machine gun to fire non-stop, killing people from early morning to sunset...... Hehehe, Wren and I have a promise to take our destiny into our own hands!"

With her somewhat out-of-tune singing, the machine gun roared and spewed out bullets that could be clearly seen in the sights, tracer bullets flew into the body of the Red Army soldier opposite, one shot knocked him in the arm, and the other shot flew into his head. Then Alice adjusted the position of the muzzle again, and pierced the other person's stomach with the bullet, and the intestines were piled up on the ground, looking a little out of place with the snow around her.

"Boom!" a bullet from an anti-tank gun hit the front armor of the Tiger tank, leaving a shallow black pit in the white camouflage paint, and the Soviet Red Army infantry was equipped with a small number of anti-tank weapons in itself (related to the sheer number of them), and the performance was too flattering.

For example, this anti-tank gun, the recoil is very amazing, the damage to the shooter is very huge, in most cases it is impossible to fire continuously, and the anti-tank ability is very limited, it is acceptable to deal with targets such as armored vehicles, and it is a little powerless to fight a tank of this level of the Tiger tank.

Theoretically, this weapon should attack the side or rear of the tank, but in the face of dozens of tanks accompanied by grenadiers, the Soviet infantry, who did not have a lot of experience in anti-tank, had to take a direct frontal fire to embolden themselves. In fact, the firing range of individual anti-tank weapons is very close, and the specific combat performance can only be improved by relying on the quality of soldiers.

Alice's machine-gun attacks were so accurate that the Soviet Red Army anti-tank guns in the front could not get close to her tank at all, and could only fire early at long range, with the result that these attacks could only leave a small mark on the thick front armor of the Tiger tank, which did not work as well as it should.

Behind the rolling load wheels of the Tiger tank, a German grenadier ripped open the safety ring of the grenade in his hand, and then threw the smoke-emitting grenade into the trench next to it.

Before the smoke of the explosion had dissipated, the German grenadier jumped into the trench with his companions behind him, holding the G43 semi-automatic rifle in his hand was a shot, and the sound of gunfire came crisply, and the Soviet infantryman who was being routed not far away was shot in the back and fell in the trench in a very strange posture.

"Attack, attack, catch up!" shouted a grenadier veteran as he ran out of the magazine of his MP-44 assault rifle and changed his ammunition, and behind him, a German recruit with a rifle rushed forward, and within a few steps he stepped on an anti-infantry mine on a Soviet position, and in an instant the whole person was enveloped in the flames of the explosion.

"Oh my God, the medics, the medics, someone is hurt!" the veteran watched in horror as the mine exploded not far away, and he shouted in horror as the soldier was swallowed up by the blast, and then ran in the direction of the explosion. In the circle of explosions of smoke and dust, a German soldier with a bloody face was still standing.

"Sir, I'm ...... Like, stepping on the ...... The mines are ......," the wounded soldier, whose face was covered in blood, turned back and spoke in a weak, paused tone. One of his legs had been blown off by a mine, but he was miraculously not seriously injured.

The Soviet Union produced a large number of mines, but the quality of them was not guaranteed, and a large number of small workshops were involved in the production of mines, which were a large number of depleted items, although the Soviet Red Army used more than hundreds of thousands of newly replenished mines, but also correspondingly reduced the quality requirements of these mines.

There are often cases where the Germans stepped on a mine, but the mine did not detonate, and there are also records of soldiers who were hit by a mine and finally detonated the mine only slightly injured because of the uneven distribution of shrapnel. This time, apparently, the shrapnel still did not spread out as designed to kill the target, but shattered into several pieces, which did not have the desired effect.

"Lie down, kid! You're wounded! We've called the paramedics! Soon they'll be coming! Don't worry, they'll be here soon!" the veteran walked up to the wounded soldier and took his arm in the hope of letting him sit down on the edge of the trench against the wall of the trench to rest, but as soon as his hand reached under the wounded soldier's armpit, he felt a thick liquid.

The wounded soldier was more wounded than it seemed, blood dripping down his arm and onto the ground, as the tactical vest was still intact, and it was impossible to see where he had suffered more injuries. The veteran had no choice but to sit him down, and then shouted anxiously, "Medic, someone is injured here!"

The Tiger tank had already covered the rest of the infantry and had advanced at least 50 meters away, when the "corpse" of a Soviet soldier not far away suddenly moved, and the Soviet Red Army, who was pretending to be dead, got up and tried to run away, but did not notice that there was a German veteran looking at his wounded comrade not far behind him.

The veteran picked up his MP-44 assault rifle, aimed his eyes roughly at the back of the Soviet Red Army, and pulled the trigger. "Suddenly!" a puff of white smoke rose from the Soviet soldier's body, and then he threw himself forward in a gesture of surrender with both hands, and finally fell to the ground and twisted a little, and then stopped moving.

At this time, a German medic, holding his steel helmet, jumped into the trench, carrying a heavy medical backpack and another medical bag on his chest, all painted with a red cross. Looking at the embarrassment when he jumped into the trench, you can see that the return fire of the Soviets outside was actually very fierce.

"Where's anyone hurt?" the medic shouted after jumping into the trench, then adjusted his posture and looked up, only to find that there were only two German soldiers in the trench, and the corpses on the ground.

He smiled embarrassedly, then bent down and walked to the wounded German soldier, squatted down, took out a pair of scissors from the backpack, closed his backpack skillfully, and then carefully looked at the wounded German soldier sitting on the ground in front of him, and while stretching out his hand to prepare to deal with it, he reminded the German veteran next to him: "If you don't mind, can you help me guard the surroundings? I don't want to die yet!"