Chapter 710

After hearing the words of the medical soldiers, the German veterans did not hesitate. They immediately narrowed their eyes and fumbled for a suitable place with their guns to guard against the surrounding movement. From time to time, some German soldiers jumped into the trench and then bent down to leave quickly, as if there were no living people here, as if it was just a trench.

The medic took out a pain relieving needle from the medical backpack. It was a small needle with fixed measurement, and it was carrying a medicine that could make people forget the pain instantly. Usually, it was Mafei, or something else. He skillfully bit open the protective cover of the needle with his mouth, and then inserted it into the wounded soldier's thigh.

"Hey! Man! Look at me! Come on, tell me which unlucky village you come from, don't look there! Look at it! yes! Look into my eyes! I ask you where you come from, hometown! Where is my hometown? " The medical guard put one end of the scissors into the recruits' clothes and began to cut the tactical vest he was wearing bit by bit.

It has to be said that the design of tactical vests in this era is absolutely not mature enough to be easily detached. In order to save metal products, it is necessary to tie a lot of belts to fix them firmly. As for plastic products, they were synonymous with luxury goods in the winter of 1938.

The impact of the wounded soldier obviously made him not recover. His eyes were a little loose and his will was a little lax. Moreover, there was a buzzing sound in his ears all the time, and he could not hear the broken words of the medical guard opposite him. He tried to hit his spirit, hoping to control his movement. He could feel his wound only slightly numb. He could feel something flowing out of his body.

"What do you... Say? I can't hear you." Finally, he said, maybe it's Ma Fei's role that makes him floating, and his face is full of blood. Now he seems to feel very good, and there is a funny smile in the corner of his mouth.

However, after the medic opposite him cut off his tactical vest, a stream of blood gushed out from the place where he hung the bullet clip on his abdomen. It seems that a fragment hit him and caused a very serious penetrating injury. Just now, because of the compression of the tactical vest, the blood actually flowed out of the sleeve, which shows how huge the wound is.

Before the medical guards could do anything more, the young German soldier leaned against the wall of the trench and closed his eyes with a smile. Then he grabbed the hand of the medical guards and hung down powerlessly, leaving a bloody fingerprint on the medical soldiers. Then he fell to one side and lay in the wet corner.

The medical guard looked at the twisted blood fingerprints on his clothes. He wiped his nose with his hand and sucked a mouthful of snot. Then he packed his backpack and stood up. One hand was on the pistol at his waist, and the other hand was beside him. He came to the old soldier who was no longer on guard: "do you have any cigarettes? I want to have one. "

"Of course!" The veteran took out a cigarette case from his coat pocket, took out one and handed it to the medical guard. The medical guard held the cigarette in his hand, took out a cigarette case from his body, and put some folded cigarettes with some blood stains into the cigarette case. There were seven or eight cigarettes in the cigarette case. It can be seen that they were not new.

"I don't smoke. I quit." The medical guard saw the old soldier's strange eyes and explained, "I use this to record how many young people I sent away in this hour. You see, it's clear at a glance. "

As he said this, the medic handed the cigarette case to the veteran. The seven cigarettes in it were clear at a glance. The veteran moved his eyes, carried his weapon on his back, and walked towards the direction of intense gunfire without saying a word. The medical guard put away his cigarette box and followed the old soldier. Neither of them spoke any more.

In front of him, a thousand kilometers away, Ryan's tank was running over a Soviet soldier who had not died. The soldier who had been shot in the leg was struggling on the ground. The broad track of Bowman's Tiger Tank rolled up the mud and caught up with the poor man bit by bit.

His legs were first crushed into the soil, and the huge pain made him scream, and then the track rolled to his abdomen with the roar of the tank. At this time, his cry stopped, because as long as he opened his mouth, he could only gush blood.

About 100 away from Ryan's tank, a leopard modified special tank covering 502 tank battalion is using its special weapon flamethrower in the front to suppress the Soviet troops. The huge flame leaps tens of meters in the battlefield and is accurately poured on a machine gun bunker. The temperature inside can instantly ignite inflammables such as clothing.

Inside came the howling of the Red Army soldiers of the Soviet Union, and then someone came out from the trench behind the blockhouse, with a burning flame beating on his body. But just a few seconds in the evening, these people fell to the ground, no longer struggling, and let the fire burn.

The Red Army of the Soviet Union who gave up the defense line began to flee into the woods behind them in groups. They were scared to death by the huge tiger tanks, and these Tiger tanks were almost impeccable under the cover of infantry. The way they had trained to deal with German tanks before was so naive and ineffective in front of such a perfect German army.

The trenches were cleared one by one. The German army didn't have the traditional virtue of respecting the old and caring for the sick and disabled. They threw grenades in the trenches, covered each other, and then fired at each other. After they knocked down all the living people they could see, they jumped in to clean up the mines. The number of casualties of the Soviet Red Army rose sharply, and the scope of defeat became wider and wider. Although there were no planes to join the slaughter line at this time, and no planes to dive and drop bombs to expand the brilliant achievements of German ground forces, the Germans prepared the warmest meeting ceremony for their opponents. As more and more Soviets left the trenches and fled into the woods, a German artillery officer with a cigarette in his mouth moved his round face from the artillery mirror seven kilometers away. He spat out the burning cigarette butt in his mouth and waved his arm forward to his deputy. At the end of the cigarette, he threw his finger forward smartly, and his index finger and middle finger pointed forward naturally“ Whoosh“ Whoosh! Whoosh Having fixed the angle and raised the launching track, the fibrette rockets began to pour their own rain of fire into the predetermined area. 20 rockets threw more than 400 rockets into the target area in one breath. These bullets were all thick iron balls used to kill infantry, which had a very good killing effect on the naked human body. It's like a delicate orchestral band with tacit understanding. As soon as the trombone player stops his notes, some cellists join in and finally play a wonderful piece of music. The German army is also a sophisticated killing machine. They cooperate with each other and play the kind of voluble rhythm of your singing and my coming on stage. These rockets are instantaneous fuzes, so they explode as soon as they touch the soil. Hundreds of preset steel balls fly out of the rocket body and hit the people around them. It's like tens of millions of heavy machine guns fire at the same time in an instant, and the bodies of the Soviet Red Army's soldiers are torn into several pieces by the extremely fast small iron balls, Blood and flesh scattered on the surrounding ground. These preset fragments splashed everywhere, like a bullet embedded into the thick tree trunk. The huge energy made the bark fly far away. More fragments, like a sharp knife, cut off the branch in an instant, leaving only a burst of branches, shaking back and forth violently. German rockets are not shells in general. There are few intervals when they fall, and the explosion is completed at about the same time, so there are not many people lying down to escape. For a moment, the Soviet Red Army, which was crowded together to escape, suffered heavy casualties. There were howls and screams everywhere. Any belief became worthless in the face of this terrible massacre, and any courage became a poor joke in this moment“ Help! I've been hit A Soviet soldier covered his arm and yelled, but he still had the strength to yell, which means that he was one of the lucky few. More and more people have no breath lying on the ground, let their own blood flow in the snow, the surrounding dyed a piece of red. More and more Soviet soldiers raised their hands and walked towards the positions that had just been thrown to the Germans not far behind. They even dropped their weapons on the ground. No matter how the political workers prayed, they did not pay attention to them. These people had been frightened by the German attack like waves. They were afraid to fight against these opponents again, I'm afraid to face the bloody experience I've experienced again. There is more and more blood in the snow. It seems that it will never run dry. The blood melts the snow and seeps into the soil, as if it can't leave this land. Before these bloodstains were completely dried up, the tracks of German tanks had already run over, followed by the iconic cotton boots of the German army. Rows of German soldiers, wearing white camouflage, carrying guns and ammunition, continued to march towards distant targets. Alice lifted the hatch over her head and showed her head. She looked at the bodies twisted into strange shapes by the side of the road. There was no expression on her face. Compared with the way she vomited at the sight of corpses when she first came to the front line, she has now "improved" to be able to look at the broken corpses and eat canned fish stewed with tomatoes.