War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 20 Recruits are afraid of guns
"I'll go with you too!" Wei Ran was the first to stand up and said, but accidentally bumped into the log above his head, and he grinned in pain.

"Including you, of course." Before Mehri could finish his sentence, he had already rushed out of the damp underground bunker.

Under the leadership of the one-armed old man, Wei Ran and a group of soldiers organized by the Aleutians from other places ran along the intricate trenches to an ammunition storage point.

"Moving shells and ammunition boxes first!" Aleutian shouted loudly, then put two ammunition chains on his shoulders, picked up a wooden box, and continued to run along the trench without stopping.

Behind him, whether it was the one-armed old man Mehri or the soldiers who didn't even have guns, they all grabbed as much supplies as they could and followed closely behind.

When it was Wei Ran's turn, he reached out and grabbed an ammunition box and put it on his shoulder. The weight of about fifty catties made his body shake immediately.And a young soldier who was following behind him had deftly stuffed a large magazine into each of Wei Ran's pockets.

He didn't need to look at it at all, he knew just the size and weight of the two magazines, this thing should be a 14.5mm steel core armor-piercing bullet for anti-tank guns.But this little sense of familiarity not only has no consoling effect, but makes Wei Ran's forehead break out in cold sweat. Hitting the tank with an anti-tank gun is definitely not a good job!

Under the illumination of the flares that rose from time to time, Wei Ran carried a wooden box weighing forty to fifty kilograms, and followed the large troops stumbling forward in the muddy trenches. From time to time, there were Soviet soldiers lying on the trenches and firing Howling, it slid into the bottom of the trench, splashing large swathes of mud.

"boom!"

An explosion that was almost at hand sounded from outside the trench, and several soldiers lying on the trench were lifted into the air by the huge shock wave, and pieces fell to the ground like dolls torn to pieces by a bear child.

Not daring to look at what was hit on the back of his head just now, Wei Ran carried the wooden box, struggled to stand up again in the mud mixed with blood and carrion, bowed his waist and continued to follow the person in front of him desperately. run forward.

In the winding and criss-crossing trenches, you can find simple road signs made of wooden boards at almost every fork in the road. Under the leadership of the leader Aleutian, everyone moved quickly through the intricate trenches and joined other teams that helped deliver ammunition. He rushed to the fork in the 18th and 19th positions at the fastest speed.

Without hesitation at all, Wei Ran carried the ammunition box and ran towards position 19, and the one leading the way in front of him was precisely that Aleutian.

Walking along the narrow trench under your feet to the end, you can see that this position is like a string of beads threaded by ropes, with four ZIS-3 anti-tank guns loosely arranged.In the trenches between these four anti-tank guns, there are still soldiers sitting against the wall holding anti-tank guns, waiting to climb up the trenches to fight back at any time.

Just when Wei Ran put down the ammunition box and was about to take out the two huge clips from his pocket, a shell unexpectedly hit the farthest cannon!
Amidst the loud rumbling noise, the smelly mud fell from the sky like rain, and even Wei Ran saw with his own eyes that a soldier who was not too far away from him was forcibly cut in half by the falling artillery shield. In two halves!
The rumbling explosions became more and more intensive. Whether it was the soldiers standing firm or Wei Ran and others who helped deliver the ammunition, they all huddled in the trenches and could not lift their heads.

At some point, an exceptionally crisp whistle sounded from the corner of the trench, and a middle-aged soldier with beard and glasses vigorously shook the lit flashlight.

The faint yellow light was like a signal, and the surrounding soldiers immediately stood up, and before they even had time to wipe off the mud on their heads and backs, they returned to their combat positions and began to fight back with their hands.And the only three remaining anti-tank guns, also under the control of the gun crew members, quickly fired a round of shells!
This round of counterattack was very effective. Those German tanks that had already touched their position less than 500 meters away from their position under the cover of artillery immediately either died or burst into flames, and some simply lost control and hit their companions. By the way, the German infantry hiding behind was completely exposed.

What surprised Wei Ran even more was that Aleutian, who brought them here, didn't hesitate at all, and rushed to the side of the soldier who was cut in half, took the anti-tank rifle from the opponent's hand and put it on the trench , After aiming for a while, he pulled the trigger!

The gunshots mixed with the gunfire became extremely mixed, but the Aleutian, who was pushed by the huge recoil of the anti-tank gun, was clearly seen by Wei Ran, who was less than five meters away!
He did not follow those soldiers back to the ammunition depot to carry supplies, nor did he take over the weapons and responsibilities of the fallen soldiers without hesitation like Aleutian.Under the cover of the night, Wei Ran panicked and shrank his body into a corner he thought was safe.

Wei Ran had to admit that he was intimidated, the shells that exploded close at hand, the ear-shattering buzzing so loud that he couldn't even hear what the person facing him was saying, the mud and debris that were blown up With severed limbs and even the terrifying whistle before the shell hit the ground, Wei Ran, who survived the Battle of Stalingrad by chance, immediately realized that he had drifted unconsciously. Benzi sent himself back?
Different from the street fighting in the Battle of Stalingrad, the fear brought about by the artillery washout in this kind of battle is far more deterrent than the snipers and patrols in the ruins of the city. Only at this time can Wei Ran truly experience that in a battle How insignificant an individual is in a tragic battle or war.

"You! Don't hide there!"

Suddenly, a big hand pulled the trembling Wei Ran out of the shadows, put a pistol against his forehead, and yelled viciously in his ear, "Either go back and carry the ammunition box, or hurry up and help us! Now we need an ammunition hand!"

Without giving Wei Ran a chance to resist, this extraordinarily strong soldier has already pulled his wrist and rushed to the ammunition storage point, raised his finger and pointed at the nearest artillery position and continued to shout, "You just need to be responsible for replenishing them. Ammunition, do you understand? Answer me! Do you understand?!"

"understand!"

Wei Ran, who was awakened by the roar, immediately responded to the other party with a loud voice, then bent down to pick up a shell that weighed more than ten kilograms, and rushed to the anti-tank artillery position not far away.

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