Steel Soviet Union

No wailing, no screaming, not even a cry of despair

Death at the end of life is greeted so calmly, not like a big boy who has spent his good years reaching the end of his life, but more like an old man who has finally reached the end of his life after experiencing all kinds of life.

Captain Varosha was neither a poet nor a philosopher. He didn't know how to use complicated and gorgeous words to describe his state of mind at this time.

But when he stepped to the window sill and looked at the body lying face up on the ruins on the first floor, a complex and indescribable emotion suddenly hit Captain Varosha's chest. It was like a big stone was stuck in my throat and I couldn't breathe at all.

"Then it's not your fault, it's all those Germans who caused it. Everything was caused by them."

The words whispered from beside him did not sound like comfort, and Captain Varosha was not even sure what his current state of mind was.

sad? anger? Or is it both? Or is it just a feeling of regret for that young life?

Captain Varosha didn't know, and he had no intention of delving into it any further. The same was true for most of the other Red Army soldiers at the scene.

After all, you may feel panicked and sad when you see a young life passing away for the first time, but when such a scary thing happens almost every hour in your life every day, just like eating and drinking.

The numbness of people's hearts is probably as common as seeing a beggar on the street, let alone an unrelated stranger whom they meet for the first time.

"What these Germans have done in our motherland, one day I will pay them back twice as much on their land, I swear!"

In fact, anyone would give up if they just said harsh words, but Captain Varosha's harsh words had an indescribable appeal, as if he could do it immediately tomorrow. Although they know it is impossible, the perseverance and bravery conveyed by the twinkling words and eyebrows will still make people subconsciously choose to believe it.

"Wait, what is that? There's actually a firefight on the street!? Damn it! I always thought it was the building opposite and the tanks were providing support, but I was fooled!"

Captain Varosha, who was looking at his feet instead of looking at the street, was startled. He immediately looked in the direction of the platoon leader's finger beside him. He saw a scattered group of German soldiers who were not gathered together and were suppressed by his side. The scene at the crossroads came to mind.

However, judging from the current intense and unusual firefight, it was clear that the Germans who were in a suppressed situation did not intend to give up just yet, and still had the intention of tearing open the street defenses and rushing towards them.

Boom——

Crackling——

"ah!!!"

Captain Varosha lowered his head and was looking towards the street. Before he could look in other directions, the sound of shattering glass suddenly came from the opposite floor, accompanied by a terrifying scream.

Everything that happened suddenly caught Captain Varosha's eyes and he looked towards the opposite floor. He saw a German soldier who was wailing miserably along the top floor window, as if he had been forcibly kicked out of the window. Then he fell downstairs.

In just a blink of an eye, he fell from the height of the fourth floor to the ground along with broken glass. He kicked his legs twice like a wild dog that was suffocated by a stick and stopped moving.

"Comrade Company Commander! It's Chekov and his friends. They have also completed their mission. The building opposite is ours! Look, the red flag has already flown!"

Deputy Company Commander Chekov, who was sent by Captain Varosha to lead men to attack another building, also made smooth progress. He even brought a Guards flag with him and placed it directly on the window sill across the street, fluttering in the wind. , just looking like this is already quite inspiring.

"Quick! Semaphore, send them a semaphore! Organize firepower to repel the group of Germans on the street with condescending firepower. Use all the machine guns you brought, including the Germans'. No matter what, organize the most intense firepower!"

Shouting from afar in the streets with gunfire and gunfire is obviously not effective. At this time, using semaphores to convey messages is obviously a very suitable method.

The platoon leader who received Captain Varosha's order immediately found the flagman accompanying the team in a panic, briefly repeated Captain Varosha's order to him, and then pushed him to the front desk.

"Comrade Company Commander, Comrade Deputy Company Commander, they replied that they understand, and they will organize firepower to repel the Germans. Is there anything else that needs to be conveyed?"

"It's gone. Everyone, hurry up and get your guns and drive the Germans back! If the range of your submachine gun is not enough, go pick up the Germans' rifles and machine guns. Don't be stunned, move quickly!"

Captain Varosha commanded his team to get busy immediately, while on the other side, Major Schmeisser, who had orders and was unwilling to give up, was still leading his people to continue the crazy attack.

"Follow up! Press forward! Alternate cover and move forward! Come on!"

Major Schmeisser, brandishing a Walter P38 pistol in his hand, was lying in a crater, shouting orders at the top of his voice to the soldiers hiding behind the tank wreckage and in the buildings on both sides of the street. Normal sounds can be heard clearly even on the battlefield.

Many German soldiers who had reached this stage of the battle were already planning to give up and had no intention of risking their lives for useless work. However, the order from Major Schmeisser was against their will and forced these soldiers whose fighting spirit had faded to go there. Pushing in the fire pit.

Most of the German soldiers emerged from the wreckage and bunkers with extremely strong reluctance. The weapons in their hands were as if they were doing errands, and they casually fired two shots and swept the shuttle, then quickly quickened their pace and changed positions. I was afraid that those extremely vindictive Russians would kill me.

But even so, the German army, which had lost all its armored units and was exposed to the open offensive terrain, still suffered heavy casualties.

One after another, German soldiers fell wailing in front of the fierce Soviet machine gun and main gun fire.

Some German soldiers who were unable to find a bunker even lay down behind the bodies of their fallen comrades to seek cover. But the machine gun barrage that almost drove the German soldiers away could be followed immediately by a round of firepower, which penetrated and plowed through all the dead and living people. There was really more than one German soldier who died in such a miserable way. two.

Seeing that the attack had reached this point and there was no hope at all, the accompanying captain who had been lying next to Major Schmeisser gritting his teeth finally couldn't bear it anymore. He covered his helmet with his hands and lowered his figure towards the man beside him. Major Schmeisser shouted loudly.