In the trenches, a German soldier reloads his MP-44 assault rifle with a G43 semi-automatic rifle next to him. At their feet, the corpse of a German soldier lay down, as well as the remains of five or six Soviet soldiers. This trench has been repeatedly fought several times by both sides, and now it belongs to German soldiers.

A Soviet soldier turned from the other end of the trench, and he seemed to be being chased by someone, so he didn't even look at what was going on here. Like a stunned young man, he took his Mosin Nagant rifle and turned the dangerous corner.

Without the slightest hesitation, the German soldier with the G43 semi-automatic rifle directly pulled the rifle in his hand, a bullet hit the barrel, and then a beautiful iron bullet case fell at his feet. For a moment the shell was still steaming, but because the air around it was already very cold, it stopped emitting light white smoke for a second.

The bullet flew over a short distance and pierced the chest of the Soviet soldier opposite, who stopped running, mixed his feet together, screamed and fell to the ground with his knees slightly bent. Soon the poor man's breathing stopped, and blood stained the dirt at the bottom of the trench.

The loaded German soldier completed his movements, pulled the bolt with his fingers, readjusted his shooting stance, pressed the wooden butt against his shoulder, and pressed his face against the butt, so that one of his eyes was in a straight line with the gun's crosshair.

He held his assault rifle and pointed the muzzle of the gun in the direction where the Soviet soldiers had just rushed over, and sure enough, his judgment was correct, because there were many Soviet soldiers rushing out one after another. The Soviets charged forward frantically, bayonets waving in their hands.

The slogan "Ula" resounded around the entire position, but the German soldier only calmly pulled his trigger, he needed to save bullets and ensure that his side always had firepower to continue to suppress the opponent.

As the German soldier on one knee poured out the ammunition in his magazine, the German soldier with the G43 semi-automatic rifle in his hand had already run out of ammunition in the chamber, and he quickly leaned against the wall and began to pull out the magazine from his chest pocket and press it into his own chamber.

"Why can't those fools come over? What are they waiting for?" The grenadiers, who were on one knee while firing, asked their comrades who were loading loudly, and the soldier who was pulling the bolt of the G43 rifle did not answer, but just picked up his weapon again and made a shooting gesture in the direction of the Soviets attacking over there.

The MP-44 assault rifle has undergone two improvements, and now the design has tended to be stable and perfect, which is conducive to large-scale production, and although the shooting accuracy has decreased slightly, it is better than the leapfrog improvement in reliability. This weapon is now a favorite of all soldiers, including those who have gone to great lengths to capture it.

Bullets rained down, and one Soviet soldier after another fell into the trenches, struck by bullets, screaming one after another, and then trampled on by their companions who followed, and finally never made a sound again. These soldiers seem to have despaired of their future, and they braved such heavy fire to charge desperately.

"Damn! I'm running out of ammo again, cover me!" shouted the grenadier with his assault rifle to his companion, and he continued to shoot, and after the last round in the magazine, he began to repeat the reloading motion. He has a row of magazine-filled pockets on his chest, which are full of loaded magazines, and as long as he pulls them out, he can quickly reload his ammunition and continue to shoot and kill enemies.

Just as the two of them were about to be approached by the rushing Soviet Red Army, a German assault gun drove up above their heads, and the tracks fell dirt not far from the steel helmets above their heads, and the world in front of them suddenly darkened a lot. Outside the trench, German soldiers had already poured up, they stood on the side of the trench, lowered their heads and shot at the Soviet soldiers inside the trench, and the rain of bullets poured down, instantly knocking the remaining dozen Soviet soldiers to the ground.

"Attack!" shouted a second lieutenant officer who had jumped out of the trench, and more German soldiers jumped into the trench, and after they entered the trench, they crawled out from the other side, and many young people jumped directly to the opposite side, and at their feet, several layers of Soviet Red Army corpses were stacked.

The German soldiers, who were still shooting desperately just now, walked to the corpse of the Soviet Red Army who had been killed by themselves, and began to simply rummage through some valuable things, not to be greedy for anything, but to find some souvenirs from the enemy, which is a common little thing on the battlefield.

He opened the pockets of a Soviet soldier and found them empty, and to his surprise, the Soviet soldier was carrying a rifle with no bullets and no armed belt with ammunition on his chest, which was often seen.

Bewildered, the German soldier walked over to the corpse of a Soviet soldier and tore open the soldier's pocket, revealing that there was nothing but a dirty handkerchief.

"Oh my God! they're out of bullets! These Soviets are out of bullets!" he finally shouted loudly, and the German soldiers who were crossing the trenches had apparently confirmed the German grenadier's words with their bodies. They approached the Soviets' trenches with their weapons, but did not meet what should have been a very violent return fire.

The Soviets, who had fought back frantically a few hours earlier, were now crawling out of their guarded foxholes or trenches, some of them carrying bayonet-mounted Mosin Nagant rifles and making a final charge at the German soldiers. Of course, more of them raised their hands and accepted their fate of being defeated and captured.

The Germans were still 9 kilometers away from the core of the fortress of Sevastopol, and their artillery could already attack the heights of that core, but the Soviets had a strong battery there, with a thickly armored turret and reinforced concrete protection, and the weather was not very good these days, and the air force could not be dispatched, so the Germans had nothing too good to do with the damn battery on the top of the hill.

"The artillery fire just covered cut off the supply of ammunition to the Soviet Red Army in the salient section, their line of defense collapsed, and we advanced almost 700 meters. However, the artillery at the top of the hill was still firing at us, which made our attacking troops very uncomfortable. An officer reported to the general, who was watching the battle intently with a telescope in front of him: "Our attacking troops were blocked in a flank detour, lost 40 soldiers, and were forced to retreat to where they had started. ”

The general put down the binoculars in his hand, then looked at his chief of staff, and issued an order to continue the attack: "Since the enemy's heavy artillery is defending the flank, then we will continue to attack here until they transfer the artillery back to our side!"

"Yes, General!" the chief of staff walked over to the walkie-talkie, picked up the receiver and said, "I want the regimental headquarters of the 2nd Regiment...... The general's order, continue the attack, and fight until the opponent's artillery supports!"

With this order, the four French railway guns on the German position once again let out their own roars, both of which were 320 mm heavy guns, which were the few army heavy support guns with a caliber of more than 300 mm in the hands of the Germans. In fact, these guns were captured from the French army, and they themselves belonged to the kind of disposable consumables that were used up and one was missing.

However, these behemoths did become the most reliable companions of the German soldiers on the Crimean Peninsula. These French soldiers, who did not have time to fire a single shot of the super artillery in the war on the Western Front, rejuvenated their second youth here. Watching these terrifying ultimate weapons shoot out smoke and fire that obscures the sky, everyone is glad that these toys didn't really fire at the Germans on the Western Front.

It was possible to unload the ammunition from the ammunition supply wagons with improvised cranes, and then it took a lot of effort from soldiers to get the huge shells into the chambers. Most of the work was done by French volunteers, who served on the front lines for five years in exchange for a new identity card, and they and their families would become citizens of the Empire without fear of being discriminated against – of course, if they were killed, their families would be given preferential treatment, which was the only reason they were here.

The cannonballs were reloaded with great effort, and then the German officer left the standby cannon under the command of the German officer. With an order, the huge cannon once again spewed out dazzling fire, and a huge projectile weighing almost 400 kilograms rushed towards a distant target, and after precise calculation and arrangement, after flying 20 kilometers, it landed where the observation post needed it to land.

With a deafening explosion, the entire target area shook and the dust flew up with the tremors, filling a radius of one kilometer with a choking smell. There was a pit the size of two basketball courts on the ground, and a faint heat was bubbling in the icy air.

However, it is a pity that this shelling still failed to shake the huge turret at the top of the hill with heavy armor and strong top, after all, the Germans did not waste their experience for the world-famous Gustav cannon, so they encountered even greater trouble in Sevastopol and outside Kerch.

Who would have thought that the Soviets would build two terrible turtle shells here? After all, there are not many countries that are so determined to build an insurmountable fortress --

The next chapter update is a bit late, you can read it tomorrow, staying up late is bad for health!