Steel Soviet Union

The one-sided murderous battle continued. The German infantry, who could not withstand such ferocious close combat automatic firepower, was completely exhausted. The further they fought, the more they couldn't bear it. They had no choice but to retreat.

The Red Army soldiers who were pursuing victory had no intention of letting these intruders go. Even though the German army was already in a very embarrassed state and could not stop retreating, they were still firing continuously with automatic weapons and semi-automatic rifles in their hands. Aiming at any German infantry who dared to flee backwards, they fired bullets into the enemy's chest from behind, killing the evil intruder.

The once majestic German army was now a street rat being shot in the back. If it ran even a step slower, it would be knocked to the ground by bullets fired from nowhere.

Those who were killed on the spot were relieved once and for all. The real pain was for those who fell in the muddy ground and failed to die suddenly on the spot.

The blood mixed with the melted snow and the recent rain, and combined with the filth of the mud, it became a grey-red, smelly, hellish color.

A gunshot wound that is not fatal on the spot is likely to be fatal for a while. Such a wound that is not fatal on the spot is most likely the final death caused by excessive blood loss.

Lying in the mud and waiting to die is the best description of the current situation of the wounded German soldiers. The wounded German soldiers who were washed away by the dirty mud and blood and with open wounds were losing blood at an accelerated rate and either fell down or rolled over on the cold ground. He couldn't stop wailing, longing for his comrades to come and help him at this moment when he needed it most.

But many times, wishes cannot come true. The cruel reality will tear all beautiful visions to pieces, and the same goes for the desire to survive.

In the end, what the wounded German soldiers were waiting for was not the rescue of their comrades, but the Red Army soldiers who were rushing forward one after another.

The Red Army soldiers, who had long hated the invaders who trampled on their motherland and homeland, could not show any mercy. The best option is to kill these Germans and solve the problem quickly and once and for all. The Red Army does not have extra medicine to waste on these injured German soldiers who are already dead for most of their lives and will probably turn into corpses if they are carried down.

Soldiers who are in the mood and have extra effort will casually shoot the wounded German soldiers they pass by. Soldiers who are neither in the mood nor have time will choose to stride directly over the half-dead German soldiers.

Since he hates these bastard-like enemies, it would be a good choice to let him experience the deeper and deeper fear of falling into despair before death.

The largest ground conflict in human history that broke out on Soviet soil was no longer a life-or-death war between soldiers from both sides to achieve tactical goals.

This is an ideological war through and through, a purgatory on earth that tramples on all good things, conquers deprivation, and vents hatred and anger.

All the words used to describe beauty are of no use here. If you insist on saying that there is, then probably only the intense pleasure when destroying the enemy can be called beautiful.

The German army's retreat was unstoppable and intensified like a flood that broke a bank. A German soldier who turned around and ran back would have a domino-like effect, causing more German soldiers who were already fearful of battle to turn around and run away.

More and more German soldiers were knocked down on the way to escape. Seeing that the situation was about to be out of control, the German commander who was supervising the battle directly pointed the gun he had been holding tightly at the soldier closest to him.

"Don't"

boom--

Before the words were spoken, gunfire suddenly erupted. A flower of blood bloomed on the chest of the German soldier who was shot down by a Luger pistol. He covered the wound with both hands and slowly fell down with an unbelievable look of unwillingness.

"No retreat! Everyone must implement the will of the head of state and fulfill the oaths sworn under the military banner! Hold the position, reinforcements will be here soon! Losers and deserters will not be tolerated!"

Even now, there are still many people who are fanatically loyal to Fascism and Hitler.

These people can't bear a grain of sand in their eyes, and they cannot tolerate failure, rout, or any behavior that goes against the orders and will of the head of state. They cannot accept the cruel reality of being defeated by the inferior Slavs, and they are even less willing to think about it. Think about what you would do and how to deal with it if something like this happened.

As long as the problem can be solved in its infancy, nothing will happen after that, at least this is what this type of people think in their hearts.

But is this really the case?

The answer will soon be revealed and witnessed, and the answer will be obtained under the overwhelming offensive of the Red Army.

"This bastard is crazy! He's forcing us to die!"

"Is there something wrong with your head? Mr. Major! We are just infantry, how can we resist the Russians' steel monsters?"

"We have to retreat, to a place with complete defenses! The only way to stay here is"

call out--

crackling——

Boom——

The scream of the wind when the bullet hits, the sound of broken bones and flesh when it penetrates the helmet and enters the head in an instant, and the muffled sound when the heavy body falls, everything comes so unexpectedly and unexpectedly. .

What happened suddenly and around them made the originally emotional German deserters come to their senses. When they looked back, they realized that they were still on the battlefield, and there were comrades behind them who were unwilling to be deserters. Resisting the advance of the Russians, the Russians who refused to let them go continued to charge forward, trying to rush up and crush their own side.

If we continue to waste time pointlessly like this, every one of these people on our side will have to deal with it here and lose their lives.

No matter what you plan to do in the end, you must at least make a decision quickly and not let time continue to be wasted in such a meaningless manner.

"You all saw it! The Russians are still continuing to attack. Go back and block it immediately."

boom--

A gunshot suddenly rang out without warning, accompanied by the sudden end of the command voice and the heavy muffled sound of a corpse falling to the ground.

"Oh, God! Mueller Mueller, what have you done?"

Everything that happened suddenly was so shocking that even when the gunfire rang out and gradually dissipated, other German soldiers around him were still in a state of confusion and had not yet reacted.

"I don't know what this bastard's name is. I only know that I still have a wife and children at home waiting for me to go back. I don't want to, let alone die in this hellish place. It's that simple."

""

While the words that were blurted out without thinking reverberated in the air, what was silent was not only the expressionless mouths with no idea of ​​what they were thinking, but also the mixed feelings in the heart that could not be explained or explained.