Chapter 761

In the trench, a German soldier is loading his mp-44 assault rifle. Next to him, a soldier with a G43 semi-automatic rifle helps him guard the situation. At their feet lay the body of a German soldier and the remains of five or six Soviet soldiers. This trench has been repeatedly contested by both sides, and now it belongs to German soldiers.

A Soviet soldier turned from the other end of the trench. He seemed to be chased by someone, so he didn't see what was going on here. Just like a young man, he turned the dangerous corner with his moshinagan rifle.

"Bang!" Without the slightest hesitation, the German soldier with G43 semi-automatic rifle directly buckled his rifle, a bullet shot out of the barrel, and then a beautiful iron shell fell at his feet. For a moment, the shell was still steaming, but because the surrounding air was very cold, only a second later, it no longer emitted light white smoke.

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

The loaded German soldier finished his action, pulled the bolt with his finger, readjusted his shooting posture, put the wooden butt against his shoulder, put his face on the butt, and connected one eye with the sight of the gun in a straight line.

With his assault rifle, he pointed the muzzle at the direction where the Soviet soldiers had just rushed. Sure enough, his judgment was correct, because there were many Soviet soldiers rushing out one after another. These Soviets were frantically charging forward, carrying blazing bayonets.

The slogans of "Wula" resounded around the whole position, but the German soldiers only pulled the trigger calmly. He needed to save bullets to ensure that he had firepower on his side and could continue to suppress the other side.

When the German soldier on one knee was pouring the ammunition in his magazine, the German soldier with G43 semi-automatic rifle in his hand had run out of bullets in the gun. He quickly leaned against the wall and began to take out the clip from his chest pocket and press it into his gun.

"Why don't those idiots come? What are they waiting for? " While firing, the Grenadier on one knee asked his comrades who were loading. The soldier who was pulling the G43 rifle bolt didn't answer. He just picked up his weapon and made a shooting gesture towards the direction of the Soviet attack.

"Suddenly! Suddenly Mp-44 assault rifle after two times of improvement, now the design has become stable and perfect, which is conducive to large-scale production. Although the shooting accuracy decreases slightly, it is better than the leap forward improvement of reliability. This weapon is now the favorite of all soldiers, including those who try to capture it.

Bullets swept past like raindrops, and one after another Soviet soldiers fell into the trench. They were hit by bullets, and then screamed one after another. Then they were trampled on by their later companions, and finally they couldn't make any more sound. These soldiers seem to have been desperate for their own future, even risking such fierce firepower and charging to death.

"Damn it! I'm running out of ammunition again. Cover me The Grenadier, armed with an assault rifle, yelled to his companion. Then he continued to shoot. After finishing the last bullet in the magazine, he began to load the magazine again. He has a row of magazine pockets on his chest, which are filled with bullets. As long as he draws them out, he can quickly fill his own ammunition and continue to shoot and kill the enemy.

Just as the two men were about to be approached by the Red Army of the Soviet Union, a German assault gun came up on their heads. The tracks fell on their heads, and the earth fell not far from their helmets. The world in front of them suddenly became much darker. On the outside of the trench, German soldiers had already poured in. They stood on one side of the trench, bowed their heads and shot at the Soviet soldiers in the trench. The bullets poured down, and instantly knocked the remaining ten Soviet soldiers to the ground.

"Attack A second lieutenant officer who jumped out of the trench yelled. More German soldiers jumped into the trench. After they got into the trench, they climbed out from the other side. Many young people jumped directly to the opposite side. Under their feet, there were several layers of bodies of the Soviet Red Army.

The German soldiers who were still shooting hard just now went to the bodies of the Soviet Red Army killed by themselves and began to search for some valuable things. They didn't want to be greedy, but they just wanted to find some souvenirs from the enemy. It's a common thing on the battlefield.

He opened the pocket of a Soviet soldier and found that it was empty. To his surprise, the Soviet soldier was carrying no bullets in his rifle, and he didn't carry the often seen ammunition belt on his chest.

Confused, the German soldier went to the body of a Soviet soldier, opened the soldier's pocket and found nothing but a dirty handkerchief.

"My God! They're out of bullets! These Soviets are out of bullets! " In the end, he cried out, and the German soldiers who crossed the trench had obviously confirmed the words of the German Grenadier with their bodies. They approached the Soviet trenches with their own weapons, but they did not encounter what should have been a very violent counterattack.

A few hours ago, the Soviets, who had been frantically fighting back, now came out of the foxholes or trenches they were guarding. Some of them, armed with moshinagan rifles with bayonets, launched a final charge against the German soldiers. Of course, most of them raised their hands and accepted their fate of being defeated and captured. The German is still 9 kilometers away from the core of Sevastopol. Their cannons can attack the highland of that core. However, the Soviet people have a strong fort there. The turrets are heavily armored and protected by reinforced concrete. These weather conditions are not good, and the air force can't go out, So there's nothing the Germans can do about that damn fort on the top of the mountain“ The artillery coverage just now cut off the ammunition supply to the Red Army of the Soviet Union in the bulge, their defense line collapsed, and we advanced nearly 700 meters. But the cannons on the top of the mountain are still firing at us, which makes our offensive troops very uncomfortable. " "Our attacking troops were blocked in the side detour, lost 40 soldiers, and were forced to retreat back to the starting place," an officer said The general put down his telescope, then looked at his chief of staff and issued an order to continue to attack: "since the enemy's heavy artillery is on the defensive flank, we will continue to attack here until they transfer the artillery back to our side!"“ Yes, general The chief of staff went up to the walkie talkie, picked up the receiver and said, "the regimental headquarters of the second regiment... General's order, continue to attack until the other side's artillery support!" With this order, the four French railguns on the German position roared again. These two cannons are 320mm caliber heavy guns, which are rare army heavy support guns with caliber of more than 300mm in German hands. In fact, these guns were seized from the French * team, and they are also disposable consumables that have worn out one door and one door less. But these monsters did become the most reliable companions of German soldiers on the crimson peninsula. These French soldiers in the Western Front War did not have time to fire a super gun, here radiated their second youth. Looking at the smoke and fire of these terrible ultimate weapons, everyone was glad that the toys didn't really fire on the German army on the western front. The ammunition of these train guns can only be unloaded from the ammunition supply compartment by simple crane, and then it takes a lot of soldiers' efforts to send huge shells into the gun bore. Most of the work is undertaken by the French volunteers. When they come to the front line to serve for five years, they can exchange for a new identity certificate. They and their families will become imperial citizens and no longer have to worry about being discriminated against. Of course, if they die in battle, their families will also be given preferential treatment. This is the only reason for them to come here. Hard to finish loading shells, and then under the command of the German officers to leave the gun on standby. With the order, the huge artillery shot out a dazzling light again. A huge projectile with a weight of almost 400 kg rushed to the distant target. After precise calculation and arrangement, after flying 20 km, it landed at the position where the observation post needed it to fall. With a deafening explosion, the whole target area is shaking, dust flies with the vibration, and a choking smell is filled within a kilometer. There were two deep holes as big as basketball courts on the ground, with a faint heat in the cold air. However, it is a pity that this bombardment still failed to shake the huge turret with heavy armor and solid top at the top of the mountain. After all, the Germans did not waste their experience for the famous Gustav cannon, so they still had some troubles in Sevastopol, which was even bigger than before. Who would have thought that the Soviets would build two terrible tortoise shells here? After all, there are not many countries that are so determined to build a fortress that can not be conquered - it's a bit late to update the next chapter. You can see tomorrow that staying up late is harmful to health!