Chapter 788

More Ukrainian soldiers crossed the damaged chariot and charged towards the building across the street. The heavy machine guns of the other side began to roar, and one soldier after another fell on the road. Finally, the advancing soldiers retreated to where they started, hiding behind the paralyzed chariots and fighting back.

Soon, the "door" paralyzed air defense gun once again, it turned its open turret, the muzzle of the machine gun aimed at the building in the distance, with a command, dense machine gun shells flew to the building in the distance, leaving a row of bowl holes in the thick wall.

With such fierce firepower, Ukrainian soldiers launched another crazy attack, braved the enemy's artillery fire and bullets, they got their wish, crossed the street, rushed into the building, and turned the remaining ten Soviet soldiers who were slaughtered by anti-aircraft guns into bodies lying on the ground.

War, for an artillery, is to load shells one by one into the artillery, and then fire them at the enemy's positions. For them, killing is just like putting a copper metal cylinder into a chimney like object, and then pulling the trigger. They can't see how terrible their shells are. They can't see the bodies whose blood and flesh are blurred. They can't see the limbs and arms flying in the sky.

If someone has experienced war and served in some arms that do not need to experience war, he is definitely favored by God. After all, it's a happy thing to celebrate to have experienced the war but not to experience the blood of the cruel fighting.

Modern war is more and more like a game. Soldiers can "shoot" missiles by pressing the button to directly destroy targets hundreds of kilometers away, and take the head of a person thousands of miles away. This kind of description, which used to appear only in mythology, has now become an ordinary tactical means. But at the beginning of March 1939, even though there was a pacer like akado who improved the technology of war, it still required soldiers to fight face to face.

Yes, in face-to-face combat, soldiers on both sides carry their own weapons and "insert" sharp bayonets to determine the outcome of the war in the most primitive way. In the streets and alleys of Kharkov, it seems that human civilization in the past and high-end war technology are isolated from here. The soldiers here decide who has the right to survive according to the method that began in the middle ages.

Inside the trench, a Soviet soldier carries his moshinagan rifle with a sharp bayonet. He was attentive, with his rifle in his hands and his eyes fixed on the enemy.

He can't help but be cautious, because the young Ukrainian opposite is looking at him with fierce eyes. The Ukrainian soldier was carrying a maose 98K rifle with a sharp knife in his hand.

On the head of a Soviet soldier, he wore a fur hat. On his body, he wore a light green, yellowish military coat. His armed belt was tied outside the coat. He looked very capable; The Ukrainian soldier's head is a simplified M35 helmet. He is wearing a short German uniform, and his hands are wearing his own "private" wool gloves.

"Traitor!" The Soviet soldier suddenly roared, then rushed to his opponent with his own bayonet. He used the simplest technique of killing and fighting. He "propped" his upper body straight, stepped forward with a lunge, and came straight with his gun.

The cold sharp bayonet attacks the Ukrainian soldiers. He uses his own gun to pick out the bayonet of the other side, and his body makes an evasive movement. He staggers his position close to the Ukrainian soldiers, and the two go around half a circle, and return to the stage of confrontation.

The Soviet soldier knew that he didn't have much time. When the rest of the Ukrainian soldiers in the trench stopped the situation, and the second batch of enemy troops rushed into the trench, he had no choice but to surrender or escape. So he yelled again and stabbed his enemy with a bayonet.

The young Ukrainian boy once again blocked the point of his opponent's bayonet with a bayonet grid, then swung the butt of his gun, and the butt of his gun was on his opponent's shoulder, which made the Soviet soldier stagger to one side.

Although the Ukrainian soldier is young, he also knows the truth of pursuing victory. He raises his foot and kicks his opponent's big "leg" to support his body before he can regain his balance. The Soviet soldier obviously didn't expect that he would be so defeated that he was caught off guard. He was kicked in the leg by the Ukrainian soldier and then fell down.

With his bayonet, the Ukrainian soldier did not leave any chance for his opponent. He followed the fallen Soviet soldier to "insert" the bayonet on his rifle into the "chest" of the Soviet soldier.

The bright red blood flowed out along the blood groove on the bayonet, and instantly dyed the coat of the Soviet soldiers red. The sharp tip of the knife penetrated into the skin, which was as simple as cutting tofu. The splashing blood was more like a beautiful "flower" blooming.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ukrainian soldiers "pulled out" their bayonets from the bodies of Soviet soldiers, and then "inserted" them in a consistent position. The blood splashed on his gray green "color" clothes, and he didn't care. Watching the Soviet soldier reluctantly leave his gun in his hand, his painful eyes "lost" and then he "pulled out his bayonet again.

"Su... Lian..." the Soviet soldier said such a word with his mouth full of blood foam, and then closed his eyes. His arm dropped weakly and fell on the cold ground, never moving again. And the Ukrainian soldier, at this moment, is seizing the time to load the last cartridge "medicine" in his own armed belt. And just near the bayonet, red soldier, a Soviet soldier just killed a young Ukraine soldier with a shovel. He was breathing heavily and looking for what he was looking for. Maybe he's looking for his next target, maybe he's looking for a way to escape. However, there is no need to pay attention to what he is looking for, because the Ukrainian soldier who is loaded with bullets here has already picked up his rifle and aimed at the poor enemy in the distance. He pulled the trigger, and the bullets flew out and hit the other side's "chest", ending the process of the man constantly looking for something. Put down your rifle, pull open the bolt on it, exit the cartridge case, put the next bullet into the barrel, take your rifle, aim, press the sight on a Soviet soldier who is confronting others not far away, then fire decisively, shoot the bullet into the unfortunate man's body, and then repeat the action. This Ukrainian soldier seemed to be able to hear his breathing. More Ukrainian soldiers jumped into the trench and ran past him. Some others "shot" with guns after jumping into the trench to cover other friendly troops who rushed through the trench. Then other Soviet soldiers in the trench were shot and fell down. Some people raised their hands, But he was still beaten through the head. There was no one to hiss, no one to stop. The cold air made the breath white with smoke. Under the cold helmets, there were faces that were flushed with adrenaline. Kharkov, which was supposed to be the tomb of German armored soldiers, has now become the hell of infantry. Blood is flowing everywhere, which makes the city look particularly red. On the square, Lenin's marble statue was pulled down by a group of Ukrainian soldiers with ropes, fell to the edge of the flower altar around, and broke into pieces. Those Ukrainian soldiers who just laughed and put ropes on the statue, then one of them was smashed in the head by a Soviet sniper. The retaliatory fire soon fell on all the buildings and streets nearby. A few 75mm infantry field guns poured out their ammunition, greeting all the buildings near the small square. Some buildings collapsed and became a pile of ruins with no original appearance, while some buildings only had one wall standing alone, just like a tombstone. 200000 Soviet soldiers were ordered to stay here and use their flesh and blood to stop the German tanks. 200000 Ukrainian soldiers were ordered to attack here and occupy the city with their blood and will. Both sides are here to do their best for the fate of a country, but one is to hope that the country will live forever, and the other is to perish“ It's a waste of time to bombard the city center with heavy artillery to let them know that this is the way to fight the war now! " An Italian officer put down his telescope and said coldly, pointing to the city with fire and smoke in the distance. With his orders, the Italian troops sent their own roars of large caliber heavy guns from thousands of miles away. These heavy guns made up for the shortage of heavy weapons of the Ukrainian troops and made the whole city tremble with the falling of shells. At sunset, the battle was still going on cruelly. No one gives up their task because of the passage of time, or the arrival of darkness. Cannons are still roaring, shells are still destroying one building after another into flat ground or even deep pits. On the east side of the city, 100000 Soviet troops, who had withdrawn from Kharkov, were on their way day and night, hoping to get ahead of goodrian and retreat behind the Caucasian defense line, so as to win a little more hope for the Soviet Union to survive